Disclaimer: Not mine, JONATHAN LARSON'S.
A/N: Aha, I don't know. Review anyways?
1.
Roger left the Loft, still fuming over Mark's words.
Mark was left alone in the Loft, sorrowfully contemplating the fight.
Living a lie was he? He sighed, and knew it was true.
But it wasn't like he was proud of it.
2.
Mark sat down on their "couch" (it was too shitty to be called such though).
In front of him, on the coffee table, was undeniably Roger's mug.
How did he know? It was the same mug that Roger had used for the past three years.
3.
The mug was a dark shade of green.
Only Roger's mug was green.
Maureen's was almost the same scarlet shade as her lipstick.
Mimi's was a bright orange, with multiple scribbles in different colored sharpies.
Angel's had been neon pink with rainbow polka-dots.
Collins' was gray, plain and simple.
Joanne's was a gray-pink color, as calm as the chamomile tea she drank daily.
Mark's was yellow, a rather bland color.
4.
No one was looking. Mark's opportunity.
He downed the rest of the coffee left in the mug.
Mmmmm. It was strong black coffee, with a hint of milk.
It was just like Roger.
It was pretty damn good in Mark's opinion.