It was Christmas Day. The party in the apartment had subsided at 3 in the morning. Roger couldn't believe that Mimi, his Mimi, was still alive. He had made up for those previous months where he left her here in the city of neon and chrome. "Roger?" He heard her say in the middle of his train of thoughts. God he loved the way she said his name. He gently picked her up and brought her to his bed where he lay her down close to him. Mimi curled into Roger's chest, hearing his steady heartbeat and relaxing. She started to drift to sleep. "Mimi?" She felt Roger nudge her. Her eyes fluttered open as she made a little moaning noise. He smiled and looked into her beautiful eyes. It seemed as though everything about her was beautiful. "I just wanted to tell you I love you." He says. She sighs contentedly and brings her face close to his. They kiss softly before she nuzzles back into Roger's chest. Roger holds her and strokes her long brown lion's mane until he falls asleep with her.
The next morning, Mimi wakes up next to Roger. She smiles happily, and sneaks out of the room to make breakfast. Thanks to Collins, she can make pancakes this morning with actual chocolate chips. Toward the end of her cooking she hears a yawn and a slightly panicked Roger whispering, "Meems? Where are you?" He comes out to the kitchen to find her still in one of his old band shirts from last night and putting breakfast onto plates. His face relaxes into a grin, "Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you-" Mimi cuts him off with a big kiss. She strokes the side of his face with her thumb and murmurs, "Good morning sleepyhead." Roger replies by grabbing her ass and kissing her slowly down her neck, leaving a couple of bite marks. Mark stumbles in to find Mimi and Roger entangled in each other on the couch. "Hey guys? How bout later when I'm not here?" Mimi giggles while Roger groans and shoots Mark a look. Mark shrugs and grabs a pancake. "Is anyone else going to eat them?" He asks. Mimi nods. "I rather eat you." Roger whispers to her jokingly with a wink. Mimi laughs hysterically and grabs herself a pancake. "What?" Mark asks upset. He was always in on Roger's inside jokes. Mimi couldn't replace him... Right? Roger gives Mark a hug. "It's nothing. Really." Roger and Mark sit down at the island in their kitchenette. Mimi wraps her arms around Roger and gives him a peck on the cheek. "Well I'm going to check my apartment, call me if you want more food." She sighs and goes down to her apartment. Shit, this place is really gross. She regrets not going back to it sooner. Then she remembers what she's really here to clean up. She walks slowly to the bed, shaking. There is a cardboard box underneath her bed. The needles and packets of previous drugs are all here. Where she left them. She shudders remembering the rehab. All white walls. A sterile prison. However the worst thing by far was those lonely nights when the sweating and shaking would get so bad her teeth would clack together and no one would come to hold her. Roger's smell would pass her like a storm cloud. She would cry nightly for the one man in the world who made her feel like she was more than her drugs and her dancing. In an act of rashness, Mimi throws the drugs out of the window and the needles shatter. She smiles a hollow smile and continues to clean the rest of her apartment.
Later that day, Roger comes down to Mimi's department. He pauses for a moment at the window before entering. "Hey Meems." He says. Her eyes light up as she rushes to him and hugs him round the neck, "Rog! Where's Marky?" He pouts a little, "I come down here for some fun, and that's what you ask?" They laugh. "I'm sorry baby," She flashes a dangerously sexy smile, "I meant, do you wanna dance?" Roger smirks. "Much better."