Author's Notes: Because I'm bored and have time to kill. Plus, the plot bunnies won't leave me alone.
A Work of Art:
By: LOSTrocker
"God, he snores loud don't he?" Maureen asked Phoebe.
The writer, drama queen, and the rocker were the only ones at the loft today. The others were off at their jobs. Roger had fallen asleep and Maureen and Phoebe remained awake. Phoebe was scribbling something down on paper while Maureen just sat there. "I'm bored." She said.
Then she eyed one Phoebe's markers then glanced back at the rocker. Phoebe caught her glance. "Maureen, what are you thinking?" the writer could see the evilness that was starting to show in her eyes.
"Pheebs, got a marker?"
"Plenty, why?" she asked.
"Can I see one?"
"Depends, what are you planning to do with it?"
"C'mon, just let me see one!" Maureen pleaded.
"Fine, just don't bring me into this when he decides to beat the shit out of you." Phoebe told her, handing over one of her markers, knowing all too well what the drama queen was planning on doing.
"Thanks!" Maureen said and as quietly as she could she tiptoed over to Roger and with her marker she drew a mustache on him, but she wasn't done yet.
Phoebe couldn't help but snicker. She wanted in on the fun and grabbed one of her red markers. "I thought you didn't want anything to do with this." Maureen said.
"I can't help it. It's hard to resist." Phoebe replied and drew some horns on his forehead.
"Man he's a hard sleeper." Noted Maureen.
"Thank God." Said the writer.
"He's going to kill us isn't he?" Maureen asked.
"It's so going to be worth it though." Phoebe said. "Lets sit back and enjoy this."
It was a couple of hours later when the others returned home. Mimi busted out laughing when she saw Roger as did the others. "What did you do to my boyfriend?" she asked through the laughs.
"We got bored." Answered Phoebe.
"Phoebe, what did I tell you about you giving her markers?" Joanne asked.
"Sorry…" she apologized between laughs.
The commotion caused Roger to stir. Mark got his camera ready. This would be awesome blackmail material. "Hey guys," Roger said groggily. "What's going on?" Everyone laughed. "What's so funny?"
"You might want to look in the mirror." Suggested Mark with a smirk.
Roger dashed to mirror and screamed. He looked like the devil. He turned and glared at the writer and drama queen. "What did you guys do to me?!" he demanded. "Get this crap off."
"It's permanent." Confessed Phoebe.
"You've got to be kidding me!" cried Roger.
"But you look so cute!" laughed Maureen.
"You're becoming a bad influence on Phoebe!" Roger yelled at her.
"Yeah, this was all her idea!" protest Phoebe.
"It's your markers!" Maureen retorted.
"I will say this," said Mark. "He's one hell of a piece of art."
Roger made a mental note to kill the writer and drama queen. While everyone else thought it was funny, he didn't. But Mark was right on some level. Life art never looked so damn good.
Fin.