Marcus Weston was spending his time in the local rockbar "Forgotten" in Bludhaven. It was filled with bikers, punkrockers and the wide variety of "alternative" types. Marcus looked like one of the few 'ordinary' people in the bar, wearing his black long sleeve shirt, his stonewashed jeans and his work boots. He was drinking scotch in the pressence of two ladies with multi-colored hair and looked like someone who would be featured in the next issue of Suicide Girls. Sure, it wasn't Mark's usual scene, but it was the closest bar to the HQ. He was on his sixth drink as he ordered another, chatting with the girls.

"So, did you really fight in the war? Rachel saw your tattoo when you lifted up your arms to get your drink." The girl, whom had purple and red hair asked curiously, Rachel, whom sported Teal and Black hair nodded in confirmation that she had.
"Sure I did." Mark responded, not really paying much attention to their question. 
"Did you get any scars?" Rachel asked him, and he scoffed. "Sure I did. But I got something else, too." With a smirk he took his watch off of his wrist and put it on the table, the two girls looked at it wondering what was going on. Marcus "Wanna bet that I can make my watch stick to the roof without touching it?" "If I win, the three of us are going back to my place."

The girls nodded and Mark smiled. "Watch this." And in the next instant the watch started levitating towards the roof, it floated slowly, as if it was weightless. It hit the roof and the ladies cheered "How did you even do that?" Rachel asked. Marcus smiled "Ranger's Secret." with a wink. The watch falling back down and he caught it and put it back on. He got up and grabbed the two girls by the hand, pulling them towards the wardrobe so they could get out of there. As he got  his jacket back, he also found his phone in the pocket.

One missed call. From HQ. [i]Oh boy[/i] Marcus in his drunkenly state smiled at the girls. "Know what? I realized I don't have any cash for the Taxi back to my place. I'll take a raincheck on the drinks." He said, the girls both looking surprised and a little insulted, clearly getting the hint that he had other priorities than them. [i]Come on Doggieboy. Why you gotta be such a cockblock.[/i]


He would arrive at HQ as the cruiser landed, his vision was a little blurry from the alcohol in his system, but he was so used to being drunk that it didn't really matter to him now. He saw the cruiser looking all beat up and he couldn't help but wonder what had happened, clearly they had gone on the mission without him. "Holy hell, what happened to you guys? You guys look like mangled shit!" Mark exclaimed as he saw his so called teammates all get out of the cruiser, on his way to the landing spot he had grabbed a beer out of the fridge that he was now emptying.

He would head to the meeting room and sit down in his chair, lay back in it and put his feet up on the desk and putting on a Baseball game on his computer while he waited for the others. Red Sox wasn't doing too hot. Marcus despised the Red Sox.