Roger glared at the tiny packet of white powder in his hand. It was this single, tiny thing, that had destroyed his life… and taken April's. His green eyes bore into it, and he gathered every bit of strength that he had, to toss the white powder into the old cracked toilet. A hint of a smile lit rogers face as he inched his arm towards it. He would flush the toilet. He would flush the toilet for April. He would flush the toilet for Collins. He would flush the toilet for Mark. But most of all, he would flush that damned motherfucking toilet, for himself. His fingers pushed down, and he felt the metal slide with them, a grin lighting up his face. He was doing it, he was flushign the toilet, and he was proud. And his grin grew even wider as he pushed the little piece of metal down, millimeter by millimeter. Finally, with a grin that could have lit up the entire loft, he heaved down on the little metal lever, and the toilet flushed. The water started to swirl and bubble, and then it stopped, and slowly, steadily, the water lever in the toilet began to rise, as a little plastic packet of heroin was stuck firmly to the hole, blockign the water.
Roger stared at the toilet, the grin faing from his features. "Oh shit…. MAAAARK!!!!!"
There was a crash in the other room, and a few moments later, a very flustered, and surprisingly not-so-pale-but-more-hot-pink Mark, cam stumbling in the door, to find Roger kneeling in two inches of toilet water, screaming bloody murder at the clogged toilet.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE TOILET!!!!!" Mark complained, pushing roger away from the dying toilet, and paying no attention as he stumbled and fell headfirst into the bathtub. Mark delved his hands into the hell that is the clog at the bottom of a clogged toilet, and when he found the obstruction, he removed it and examined it.
"I am so fucking proud of you Roger-"
Roger's grin lit the room again.
"-but YOU'RE cleaning this mess up!"
Mark stomped out of the room.
-X-
"Loading Seating Plan ...." A/n- I didn't even realize this was here when i posted it, but just cuz i'm so fucking happy, i'm going to tell you... THat that litle sentence 'load seating plan' was an accidental copy paste from NJPAC's (NEw Jersey Preforming Arts Center) Website, WHERE I JUST BOUGHT MY TICKETS TO SEE THE TOUR OF RENT WITH ADAM AND ANTHONY IN THE THIRD ROW OF THE THETRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry... I don't mean to brag... i'm just really happy. Good luck to everyone else trying to get tickets, and I'm really sorry for anyone who can't make it. I'll sneak in a camera and post a video on youtube for you. (And if it makes you feel better i used up all of money that i was savign up for an iphone... "Goodbye iphone... with your mini one octave keyboard app... and fancy touch screen...")