A series of fights between the three of them. Mark and Roger, Roger and Mimi, and a lot of shit talking from Mimi and Mark. Roger hadn't officially chosen anyone. But seeing as he had walked out on Mark in the middle of fucking him. Mark wasn't happy.
No one in the situation was happy and all were confused. Mimi and Mark hadn't actually spoken to each other since her surprise return. And as hard as Mark tried to tell Roger how bad Mimi was for him. It always came back to.
"With her there's no risk, she came back for me." Roger said for the thousandth time. He had just walked through the door after hanging out with Mimi in the apartment below them.
"Was there a risk last time?" Mark asked setting down his coffee mug. Roger didn't say anything just walked into the kitchen and searched the fridge for a beer. Mark continued. "Cause last time you fooled around with Mimi you risked your heart being broken. And lets think..." He looked up at the ceiling pretending to ponder something. "Oh, you did get that heart broken. That's why you sulked around in your room for two weeks." He paused and took a deep breath in, then started again. "And I." He jabbed his thumb into his chest. "I'm the only one that cared enough about you to do anything!"
Mark stood there breathing heavily. Roger took a swig of the beer he had been holding and sighed. "Mark, you just have to understand." He looked down. "Mimi was a big part of my life."
"No," Mark said. "Mimi wasn't a big part of your life for the six months that you've known her." He stopped talking and thought to himself whether or not he should say what he wanted to, then breathing in deeply he blurted out. "She was part of the disease. As soon as you met her, she replaced April and you know it."
Rogers eyes grew big and put the beer down on the counter. And stormed out of the room, knocking into Mark's shoulder as he left the room. Mark didn't move until he heard Roger slam his bedroom door. Mark turned around and look in the direction of the slam and shuddered.
Mark stayed in the kitchen for awhile and walked over to the counter to grab the beer off the counter and finished it off. He stood there for a what seemed like an hour. Looked down at the bottle still in his hands and whipped it across the room. It shattered across the wall and the aroma of Glaceau erupted into the room and Mark walked out.
One floor below them Mimi sat in a warm bath. A loud banging from her front door startled her. She grabbed a towel off the edge of the sink and rapped it around her thin frame. She padded through he apartment and slid open the large metal door. Standing on the other side of the thresh-hold was Mark.
"May I help you with anything?" She said hold the towel tighter around her body. She was hoping to see Roger but doubted it. He had spent most of the day with her talking and sharing stories about what had been happening in her absence.
Mark didn't say anything to her, just brushed past her into her apartment. "Hey!" She shrieked at him. "Get the fuck out." Mark only smirked at her.
"Why are you doing this to him?" He sat on the couch in the middle of the open space. "What kind of fucked up mind games are playing with him?" He smiled coyly at her.
Mimi slide the door closed. "You think you know it all don't you Mark." She walked passed Mark, dropping her towel in the process. He stared at her naked back as she walked into what had to be her room. Less than two minutes later she walked back into the room. She wore a black bra with a long black fishnet shirt over it, with black tights.
"Well aren't you looking skank-a-licous." Mark snorted when he took in her entire outfit.
Mimi giggled, "Jealous that Roger would rather have this?" She spun around showing off her body. "Because you should be and he does." She sat down on the love seat opposite of Mark and crossed her legs.
"I have no reason to be jealous," Mark said leaning back and crossing his legs, mimicking her actions.
Mimi raised an eyebrow, "And why is that?"
"Because, why would I be jealous of a junkie whore that sells her body for money." He paused. "And for other things I'm sure." He motioned to a little white baggie witting on the end-table.
Mimi sneered at him, "Listen Mark!" She hissed upon saying his name. "It doesn't matter what you and Roger ever had. Be it from last month or ten years ago. I'm here now and as long as I am you will never have him."
"I'll let you think that Mimi. Just don't throw a fit when he doesn't pick you." Mark said uncrossing his legs and getting up. He walked over to the door and Mimi followed in his steps. Mark stepped out into the hall and turned around to look at Mimi in the doorway. She smiled sweetly, "But just like I said, Roger's already picked me." And then she slammed the door shut.
Mark didn't stay outside of Mimi's apartment for long. He pulled out his ancient cell phone and dialed Joanne's number. It rang for a few seconds before her sweet voice came through the phone. "What you need?" She asked, a hint of sympathy in her tone.
"Not much, but thanks." His voice trailed off and silence hung between the two phones.
"Mark, you called for a reason didn't you?" Joanne pulled him out of his zoned out state.
"Oh, yea. Can you do me a favor?" Mark stuttered over some of the words. But Joanne's reply came as if she was reading his minds. "Mark, if you want me to go give that tramp a talk, I will." Mark smiled.
"Thanks." He said and closed the phone. Shoved it back into his jacket pocket and walked back up to his own apartment. It was still and silent. The broken bottle still sat in shattered pieces on the floor. Loud music boomed from Roger's room.
As badly as Mark wanted to go to Roger, he decided to just go to his room. He removed his clothing til he was laying in bed in only his boxers looking up at his ceiling fan. He removed his glasses and drifted into sleep.
His dreams weren't peaceful; but when he woke up to ringing of his cell phone, he couldn't remember them. He fished the phone out of his jackets pocket and looked at the ID. Joanne's name popped up on the front display and he pressed the 'send' button.
"Hello," Mark said tiredly. He looked at the clock and it was almost two in the morning.
"Hey Mark, let me just tell you that bitch is fucking crazy." She said and Mark could hear an engine starting in the background.
"Where the hell are you?" He asked while pulling his jeans back up and fastening his belt.
"I'm outside the Cat Scratch Club and apparently Mimi's got her old job back. You'll never guess how." Mark remained silent and waited for Joanne to continue. "I walked in on her fucking the owner."
"You're joking!" Mark was walking out into the living room, his phone pinned between his shoulder and ear. Mark was grinning like crazy now. "Please tell me you have some type of proof?"
"I'll send you a picture in just a minute babe." And she hung up. Mark hit his 'end' button and flopped down on the couch.
"Yes!" He screamed and pumped his hands in the air. Roger walked around the couch just then and looked at Mark, eyebrow raised,.
"You okay?" He asked, looking around awkwardly.
"I'm great actually." He paused and thought. "But I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier."
Roger ran a hand through his hair and said, "It's cool, we all say things we don't mean sometimes. But why are you so great? Not that you shouldn't be great. Cause you are. But yea."
Mark laughed hard and his cell phone went off. The screen turned blue and the words 'Receiving Media Message' popped up. When it finally loaded, a picture of Mimi on her hands and knees with her boss fucking her from behind appeared. Mark looked up at Roger. "I think I have something here that you'll find very interested in." Mark tossed Roger his phone. At first he smiled, then he looked confused, then sad, and then angry.
"Why the fuck do you have this?" He asked, throwing the phone down hard onto the wooden table.
"I-I just wanted to prove to you that Mimi isn't the right person for you." Mark said stumbling over his words.
"What the hell Mark!" Roger yelled, "We aren't even dating she can fuck any guy in the world if she wants to right now. We aren't committed."
The last sentence stung Mark. "And we weren't committed?" He asked, his anger starting to raise.
Roger sighed. "Mark we were never really in a committed relationship. It's been the same since high school. We were there for each other when it was needed. It just so happens that I haven't need you until Mimi left and now she's back. Thanks but I don't need it right now"
Mark just stood there, his fists clenched. "Got it," He said as he walked out of the apartment. He wandered around on the street. Just moving to what felt right. He finally stopped in front of a pawn shop that was open late. Inside the man behind the counter greeted him friendly.
"Do you sell fire-arms?" mark asked the man.
"I sure do, all I need is a valid reason to why I should sell it to you." He gave a toothy grin.
"Um yea," Mark started. "Every year when I go camping there are these lil' groundhogs. And..." He stopped when the man help up a hand.
"Listen son, I honestly don't care what you use it for as long as you don't tell anyone where you got it." He pulled out a small hand gun and showed Mark that it was all ready loaded. It came to a total of $55.00 and Mark walked out of the store and made his why back to the apartments.
He walked back to the building absentmindedly and let himself into Mimi's apartment. He took a seat on the couch he had sat on only hours prier. He pulled the gun out of the inside pocket of his jacket. He sat there for a few minutes.
Then after taking a deep breath in. He raised the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger.
In the apartment above him Roger's phone went off. He flipped it open and a text message from Mark blinked at him. It read: I'm done. Talk to Joanne and have her take care of all my stuff. But I'm gone. Goodbye roger."
Roger just rolled his eyes, "You'll be back." he said aloud. Then he heard the gun-shot.