[Sand Gym, 8:20 PM. Another day, another successful capoeira class. Marc's feeling almost as good as new after a long rejuvenating shower. All that's missing is a good dinner. He slings his gym bag over his shoulder and turns to Soma, holding an ice-cold bottle of water to his forehead.]

So here's the thing: I've got coupons for this Thai place a block away. They expire tomorrow and I'd feel weird using them up all by myself. Wanna come with?

[He downs said water in a single gulp and tosses it into the trash bin without really looking.]

I'll make it worth your while, promise.