Mark & Vic, Friday morning

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Introducing Victor Borkowski! Mark picks up breakfast on his way to work and has a short chat with his new friend.


Even at eight in the morning, Mark looked like a model straight out of an H&M ad. He had a great deal more energy than any of the suits walking into The Big O bagel shop, and he was sure that his mere presence did nothing to improve their moods. "Poppy seed bagel with veggie cream cheese," he said cheerfully to the cashier, "And a large coffee. The Venezuelan blend. 'Morning, Vic."

"Mornin'," Vic replied, with a soft grin. His eyes slightly achy as they were getting used to the light. He was out way too late last night. "You're far too peppy pre-feen," he said, punching in Mark's order. "Especially with your occupation." Insane.

"Oh my God, you sound like my co-workers." Mark handed Vic a couple crumbled bills, then stood aside so the next person in line could order. "You know that tall, nice blond guy I talk to all the time at the club? He rags on me, too."

Vic laughed. "Well, maybe that should tell you something." Victor grinned as he took the other person's order for a moment, then side stepped to make Mark's beloved feen. Luckily, that customer only wanted a cookie. Cause apparently their sugar temptation had won out so early in the morning. "Maybe he likes you," Vic replied. Could explain the incessant taunting and ribbing.

Good thing Mark wasn't eating or drinking anything, he nearly choked. "Doug? That could only end in a thousand awful ways. He has a girlfriend - a rather hot one, too, I might add - and not only would she kill me, but everyone else in my office would. But I did see him naked one time." He smiled fondly at the memory, and leaned in as if telling a secret to Vic. "We were playing truth or dare last Christmas, and he got dared to sing 'I'm a Little Teapot' in the buff. He got a little, er, excited about it."

"Weird," Vic replied. He'd make a joke about voyeurism...exhibitionism? But it was too soon. But he grinned, anyway. "Where're you off too?" Seriously, did he down some happy pills? Or did he just have a REALLY awesome REM cycle?

Mark grabbed a couple of creamer packets and poured their contents into his coffee. "Other job, the one that actually pays the bills. Boss doesn't care how late I'm out on Thursdays. Still gotta be in on Friday. The bastard. So, hey, you comin' out tonight, too?" Vic was a nice guy. New to town, obviously not instantly adapting to the chaos of New York, and Mark saw it as his solemn duty to help him adjust. Of course, that meant Silver.

"Oh, I dunno," he said. "Maybe. I have an audition in the morning, so..." He grinned. "Depends on how risky I want to be tonight." Can't show up to your audition hung over and gross looking! He already had the green thing against him; showing up all nauseous and queasy would not help any, either.

"An audition? Sweet. Is 'Naked Boys Singing' still in town?" Mark winked at Vic. "It won't hurt if you're out for a little bit. It'll help you relax."

"No," he replied, rolling his eyes. You so could not handle his milkshake, buddy. "It's this new play. It's about the "mutant struggle" or whatever. Knowing my luck it'll turn into a secret mutant fetish porn audition and they'll try to get me to sully my name." He's clearly joking. "But the part is cool, from what I've read. It's called Of Men." The title could use some work but oh well. "But maybe I'll come see one or two of your sets," Vic replied, "if I decide on a break."

"'If you decide on a break,'" Mark repeated mockingly. But he smiled. "Well, tell me how it goes. And get me tickets once you get the part. Sounds pretentiously interesting."

"I'll put you on the list," he replied, with a grin. "Maybe I'll even get you back stage. Could be a thing." He was not quite as optimistic, though. Maybe it was because he was still so, and excuse the pun, green that he wasn't entirely sure his acting chops matched up. But it was only a matter of a day to find out, now wasn't it?