Mark takes Sara's hand and grins. More than grins, really, it's more of a beam. "Well, let's go to the restauraunt. The catering on set sucks."
Mark leads Sara and Angel, through the set, waving at a gaping George as they leave, then through part of the town, pointing out a few things along the way, to a fairly busy street corner, where a line of people reaches around the corner and down the street. He smirks. "There are days that I love being able to pull rank." He holds open the door for Angel and Sara, and just grins at the hostess. "Hey, Jennifer. There anything open, or almost open?"
Jennifer just gapes. "Of course, Mark." She grabs menus and leads them to an out-of-the-way table generally held for people from set, or just... anyone.
The restaurant itself is decorated with various things in honour of the year of Connections. Over the bar is a pair of drumsticks, set in front of two Oscars.
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Mark leads Sara and Angel, through the set, waving at a gaping George as they leave, then through part of the town, pointing out a few things along the way, to a fairly busy street corner, where a line of people reaches around the corner and down the street. He smirks. "There are days that I love being able to pull rank." He holds open the door for Angel and Sara, and just grins at the hostess. "Hey, Jennifer. There anything open, or almost open?"
Jennifer just gapes. "Of course, Mark." She grabs menus and leads them to an out-of-the-way table generally held for people from set, or just... anyone.
The restaurant itself is decorated with various things in honour of the year of Connections. Over the bar is a pair of drumsticks, set in front of two Oscars.