"Mark, I need you here, now. Pleeease, Pookie?"
"Ok, alright, I'll go!"
Mark rode his bike through the drizzly streets to protest area. As he entered, he saw Maureen standing on the stage, fiddling with the amplifier. "Need help?" Mark asked, and Maureen spun her head around.
"Oh, Pookie, you made it!" Maureen said, jumping off the stage and striding quickly over to mark, her boots tapping loudly on the cement floor. As she reached him, she gave him a quick embrace and a kiss before proceeding to tell him about the problems she was having. "The samples won't delay, but the cable…"
"…There's another way," Mark said, cutting her off. He told her to stand in front of the mic, and she talked while he worked on the amplifier. After a few minutes, he spoke. "Aaand, we're patched," he said, and popped the back of the amp back into place.
"Thank you so much!" Maureen said, and jumped into his arms again, giving him a kiss squarely on the lips. When she pulled away, Mark stood for a second, in a daze. As he recovered, there was an awkward moment as he searched for words. "Well, I better go," he said brilliantly, and began to walk away. Maureen caught his hand.
"You don't HAVE to go, you know," she said, and began pull him back in, wrapping her arms around his neck. This is pleasantly unlike her, Mark thought, not arguing the sudden uncharacteristic affection that Maureen was showing him for the first time since their breakup. She began kissing him, passionately, without any sign of letting up. Mark wrapped his arms around her, and reveled in her taste and feel. As he wondered yet again what caused this sudden change in her, she started to tug at his shirt, pulling it up and off…
Mark awoke with a start, looking around. He grabbed his glasses and put them on, adjusting his vision so that he could see. To his right, Roger and Mimi were cuddled up on the couch, fast asleep. Angel and Collins were in the corner, Angel sitting in Collins' lap, quietly kissing his scruffy neck. Then he turned and looked to his left. Snuggled up on a sleeping bag were Maureen and Joanne, Joanne's hand wrapped around Maureen's waist. They were sound asleep, completely comfortable curled up into each other. Mark sighed softly, rolled over so that he didn't have to look at them, and fell back to sleep.