Mimi glanced around the apartment. Maureen wore a look that Mimi felt was identical to her own- that of someone desperately trying not to look bored. Even mark was a little restless, since nothing was happening that was worth filming. Angel tapped an aimless rhythm on Collins' leg, nodding her head slightly in time. No-one had made any attempt at conversation for a while.
"We should do something," Mimi complained, twining her fingers around Roger's. "I'm bored."
"We could play strip poker," Maureen offered.
"I'm terrible at poker," said Joanne.
"Excellent," Maureen murmured.
"We don't have any playing cards," Mark put in apologetically. "I think we burned them."
"You burn everything," Mimi laughed.
"Only because Benny keeps cutting our power," Roger muttered.
"You can't blame him, really," Angel said, putting on her best innocent face. "He's in a state of depression after Muffy- "
"Alison," Mark corrected.
"- left him," Angel continued, ignoring Mark. "He has to do something to keep him occupied."
"Yeah, I guess he doesn't have anything better to do than make our lives miserable," Maureen pouted, then brightened. "What about spin the bottle?"
"What are we, five?" Mark raised his eyebrows at her.
Angel gasped and clapped her hands. "Truth or dare!"
"Oh, God," Collins laughed. "Really?"
"Yes!" Maureen squealed. "I'll start!"
She turned to Joanne. "Truth or dare, Pooky?"
"You don't need to ask," Joanne smiled.
"What do you mean?"
"Is there anyone here who doesn't know you well enough to be able to figure out what kind of dares you're likely to think of?"
"But I like dare," Maureen grumbled.
"Tough."
"Fine. When did you first come out to your parents?"
Joanne considered. "Uh… I guess I would have been… Eighteen?"
Maureen twisted round in Joanne's lap to stare at her. "Really? You're kidding!"
"Just because you were out when you were five."
"Shut up, Mark!" Maureen squeaked. "Besides, I wasn't out when I was five, I was dating when I was five." She thought for a second. "No, six! And I didn't have my first girlfriend til I was thirteen." She stuck her tongue out at Mark. "So there."
Mark responded by training his camera on her. "Maureen Johnson," he narrated. "Attention span of a three-year-old and libido of a horny weasel."
Maureen scowled and snatched at the camera. "Turn that thing off. It's your turn."
Mark lowered the camera cautiously. "Uh… Roger."
There was no reply. Angel poked Mimi's leg. "Aah! I'm listening! I'm listening!" she squealed, tearing herself away from Roger, who blinked dazedly at Mark.
"What?"
Mark shrugged. "Truth or dare."
"Truth."
"Ooh, gossip!" Mimi giggled.
"You mean there's stuff about him you haven't told me?" Angel mocked. "Shame on you!"
"When did you lose your virginity?" Mark asked, hiding his evil grin behind his camera.
"Oh, no," Roger groaned, burying his face in the back of the couch.
"Come on," Maureen laughed. "It can't be that bad."
"Oh, it is," Mark assured her.
"Nineteen," came a muffled voice from somewhere near Roger's mouth.
"Can we move on now?"
Mimi ruffled her boyfriend's hair fondly. "Your turn, cutie-pie."
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