Hey peoples... I know you're wondering where I've been. And to tell you the truth, I have no idea. I haven't given up writing at all... I just got busy. I love you all and hope you enjoy the next update on this story. I know it's not very long, but you'll live. And for those of you want action, you'll get it soon. I gotta set up the mood. Those who know me know I don't dissapoint. Hugs and kisses,

-Serendipity Kat

She tromped up the metal stairs as loud as she could in her heels and pounded on the door to the loft. "BOYS!! Open up! I have brought the fun! Open up or I'll scream." She waited a bit and no one came to the door. "HERE I GOOOOOOOoooo!" she opened her mouth to scream, but was interrupted by a skinny blonde-haired man opening the door.

"What do you want, Maureen?" Mark asked softly.

She pouted. "I bought a new game and Joanne blew me off. She told me to come here, so here I am. Wanna play?" she pushed past him into the apartment.

Mark looked a bit nervous. "Maureen, it's not a sex-game is it? You remember the last time-"

Maureen glanced over her should as she shed her coat in much the same way as she had at home. "Marky, relax. No, it's not a sex-game. What kind of person do you think I am?"

Mark swallowed and rolled his eyes many memories flashing before his baby blues.

"It's a real game. It's called Yatzee!." Maureen said happily. "Here, we'll play it on the floor." With that, she sat down and dumped the bag upside down on the floor. Once the box hit the floor, out of it fell a pad of white paper with a black grid, a clear plastic packet with 5 red dice, a hollow brown can, and a sheet of directions.

Mark scratched his neck and sat down opposite his ex, camera still clutched in one pale hand. "Maureen? Are you sure you're ok? This doesn't seem like the kind of game you'd like."

Maureen stared at him from beneath her long eyelashes. "Marky… I'm insulted." Her gaze turned bitter. "Why does everyone always assume that I'm nothing more then the sexy, ditzy, brunette that everyone sees? Can't I like something that's not about sex?"

Mark looked uncomfortable. "Well… ye, yes, you can… but it's not expected of you." He began to fiddle with his camera. He hated confrontations with Maureen. They always leaded to him feeling like a heel.

Maureen closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. She wouldn't get mad, no not this time. If she did, he might not play. Instead, she batted her emerald eyes and sighed, "Let's play."

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