Disclaimer: All Jonathan Larson's.


Maureen Johnson, 21, beautiful and talented (or so her resume said), walked into CBGB's with an air of confidence fitting her youth and her actress profession. She was a woman on a mission. And that mission was to get drunk. Really,really drunk. Or flirt and/or make-out with the next eligible man she saw. Maybe all at the same time. Maureen wasn't picky. All she knew was that she had finally gotten a role in the production of a lifetime, and she was going to celebrate.

Most people would want to celebrate such an auspicious event with friends or family. Not Maureen. She didn't have much of either. Her family had always ignored her, causing her to seek attention in other venues. Her need to be loved was so great that she could sometimes suffocate her friends, who found her annoying and clingy. Maureen decided she didn't need either. Family and friends were overrated. However, boys weren't.

That was her thought as her eyes fell on a cute little nerd. He was young, younger than her, probably. If he wasn't younger than her, he sure looked it. He was blond and pale, with black glasses and a blue and white striped scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. He was paying close attention to the band that was playing. Maureen had noticed them when she walked in. They were good, especially their frontman. Now that was a hottie. Talented, too. However, he was onstage and performing, and if Maureen knew anything, it was not to interrupt anyone in a performance. This guy at the bar was cute, too. He seemed to be nursing a beer. Maureen liked beer. Maureen liked him.

As she made her way over to get her own beer, the guy she had noticed flagged the bartender over. She could almost make out what they were saying, but not quite. She was still a ways off and the band was loud. But, Maureen had a gift. She was pretty good at reading lips. So, as she walked over to the bar, she could get pieces of the conversation, at least from the bartender's side.

"No more for you until you pay," was part of it. Maureen's nerd said something, but the bartender shook his head.

"I don't care if you don't have any money. No more until you pay up." Aww, poor thing. She could tell he didn't have any money. Maureen felt sorry for him. He was so adorable, in his own nerdy way. Maureen walked over as her nerd began to argue.

"Pookie! There you are, I've been looking everywhere!" Maureen gently grabbed him, as though he were her boyfriend and she was slightly horny (the latter was true). She gave him a gigantic kiss as his eyes opened in shock. When she let him go, he could barely collect himself. Maureen widened her eyes as if to say "Play along!"

"Uhh…hi, honey. Sorry you couldn't…find me." The cute nerd said, trying to make up something convincing. Maureen held back a giggle. She looked at the bartender, then back at the cute nerd.

"Pookie, did you forget your wallet again?" She shook her head, saying everything in a very loving tone.

"Uhh…yeah, I guess I did," the nerd replied. He had gorgeous eyes, a beautiful blue.

"Aww, poor baby. Here, let me get it. How many have you had?"

"Three."

"You've been busy! Sorry I took so long."

"Umm…it's okay." Maureen paid the bartender, who raised an eyebrow, but walked away. When he was gone, Maureen looked back to the cutie.

"Thanks."

"Your welcome. Next time you come here, remember your wallet."

"I have my wallet. It just…doesn't have any money in it."

"Ah. That makes sense." The blond looked a little embarrassed. Maureen felt sorry for him. He was cute when he blushed.

"Well, what's your name?" Maureen asked.

"Mark Cohen. And yours?"

"Maureen Johnson." They shook hands.

"Seems sort of pointless now that we've already made out," Mark said. Maureen giggled. She didn't notice that they were still holding hands. She did notice his camera, though.

"Are you a filmmaker?"

"Yeah. I was filming the band. My friend is the frontman." Mark finally let go of her hand, but Maureen still didn't notice. This guy was so cute!

"Really? That's cool."

"Yeah. We've been friends since high school. After I graduated from Brown, I came up here to join him."

"You went to Brown? How old are you?"

"22. I graduated a little early."

"Wow, I'm impressed."

"Thanks." Maureen opened her mouth to say something, but the frontman interrupted her.

"Thanks, everybody! You've been great! If you enjoyed the show, we, The Well Hungarians," at the mention of the name, Maureen burst into laughter, "will be performing again next Friday night. Come out and support the band!" There were lots of cheers and yells, especially from Maureen's new friend.

"Thank you and goodnight!" The frontman jumped off the stage and nearly ran over to Mark.

"Dude! How awesome were we tonight?"

"Amazing, as usual! Sam was really attacking those drums."

"Yeah, that might be because his girlfriend just dumped him. But, whatever, cause it rocked!" Maureen laughed a little, which caused the frontman to notice her.

"Dude, who's this?"

"Oh, this is Maureen. Maureen, this is my best friend, Roger." The frontman stuck out his hand.

"Roger Davis." Maureen shook it.

"Maureen Johnson." Yes! One sweet cutie and one gorgeous rocker in one night? Life was good.

"Okay, so next week, I want you to film the whole thing! We've gotta get some good footage!"

"Dude, it's me. It's all good." Roger shot him a look.

"Okay, usually it's all good," which caused Roger and Maureen to laugh.

"So, what do you do, Maureen?" Roger asked.

As the night wore on and the two old friends talked with their new one, Maureen began to think back on her old philosophy. Maybe friends weren't really as overrated as she thought.


Okay, so it was sort of weird. I was just bored and decided to write a "Maureen and Mark meet" story. Haha, alliteration!Click the pretty purple/blue button and review, please! I'll give you a cookie! smiles big