This is just a joke about what could have happened, if...
Disclaimer: you all know it's Mr. Larson's
Mimi saw the way his expression changed, the way tiny twitch of guilt as Roger assured her that it was only a candy bar wrapper. She loved how men responded to her, especially men like Roger. He was a cutie. She loved the way he looked away when she looked at him, the way he seemed almost scared of her. Mimi had never liked dominant boys, the macho guys' guys while she grew up. Roger had a great personality, and he was beautiful.
Mimi wanted him.
Mimi found ways to get what she wanted.
Roger was pulling away because he was uncomfortable. This was the moment to swoop in. She leaned close and slipped her hand into his back pocket, noticing that his rear felt quite nice, withdrew her prize while he was too shy and attracted to move, and waved it in his face, her fun-in-a-bag, the pure, white—
"Huh?"
Roger gently plucked the trash from Mimi's gloating fingers. "I told you," he said. "It's a candy bar wrapper."
"Shit," Mimi moaned. She still hadn't found her stash, the cute boy was out of matches, and now her fingers were smeared with chocolate.
the end
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