Chapter 6

Everyone stood in shock as Maureen's tongue was just about half way down Mark's throat, Joanne being the most shocked of all, right after Mark of course.

Finally the diva pulled away her eyes automatically shooting towards Joanne who was about to burst into tears. Joanne opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, before she turned around and fled the restaurant.

Maureen smirked and pushed Mark away, her eyes then landed on Mimi and Angel. "Why the fuck did you have to bring her here?"

Angel stepped forward, her face full of concern. "Chica we were only trying to hel-"

"Well you didn't help!" Maureen cut in. "I can't believe you would bring her here after what she had done."

Everyone fell silent again. Maureen huffed and grabbed her coat and headed for the door. Mimi watched on in disbelief, she couldn't believe Maureen was being such a bitch about this.

"So it's okay for you to cheat on Mark, but when somebody does it to you it's the end of the world?" Mimi blurted out in anger.

Maureen stopped in her tracks and slowly turned around, her eyes shooting into the dancer. "I'm sorry were you friends with us during my and Marks relationship?"

Mimi shook her head. "No but I-"

"Well then shut the fuck up! You don't know anything!" Maureen harshly said before turning back around and leaving the Life.

Mimi slowly turned back around to face her friends, a sheepish look playing on her face. Roger reached out and pulled her onto his lap.

"It's okay Meems…she's upset and a little buzzed." Roger said while pulling her close.

Mark finally let out the breath that he seemed to be holding, he could still feel Maureen's lips on his own, and he had to admit he missed her lips so much. "Wow…that was…"

"Rude." Angel supplied. "But she is heartbroken…"

"But that doesn't give her the right to talk to Mimi like that." Roger said.

"She just needs some space." Collins offered. "We can't force her to get over Joanne, she needs time."

"We don't want her to get over Joanne, we want them back together. Joanne still loves her." Angel said.

Collins looked a little hesitant. "I'm not sure that's going to happen Ang."

Everyone looked a little uncertain about the two getting back together. Mark was hoping that maybe Maureen would come crawling back to him, while Angel still had a little bit of hope for the diva and the lawyer.

"Listen Mark…" Collins said while pulling the filmmaker aside. "I just want to tell you not to get your hopes up about Maureen. She may have kissed you like she meant it, but she's really upset right now…she's going to do some crazy stuff…"

Mark sighed and nodded, he knew Collins was right, but he couldn't help but feel a little optimistic about the kiss.

Joanne burst into her apartment with tears streaming down her face. She slammed the door shut and stumbled all the way to her bedroom. Maureen had already moved on, and with her ex-boyfriend, which was a double punch in the stomach for her. She didn't do anything for the rest of the night except cry herself to sleep.

Maureen on the other hand was running on anger and alcohol. Seeing Joanne again sent rage through her body, it brought back the memory of what her secretary was doing to Joanne, plus she couldn't believe Angel and Mimi would bring her to the Life Café.

As the night went on Maureen staggered from bar to bar, ordering drink after drink. She finally came to her last bar of the night, and stumbled over to a bar stool and sat down next to some random guy.

The guy smiled towards her, taking in her drunken state. "Perfect, a nice girl to take advantage of." Was what he thought, but he clearly didn't know who he was dealing with.

"Hey sweetie you drinking alone?" He huskily asked.

Maureen turned to face him. "Yeah."

The guy put some money on the bar and nodded towards the bartender. "Her next drink is one me."

"Thannnshks…" Maureen slurred and quickly downed the drink the guy had bought her.

"Thirsty?" The guy laughed as he put a hand on her thigh.

Maureen nodded and pushed his hand off. Normally she would take the guy up on his offer, of no strings attached sex, but tonight the diva was not in the mood.

"Listen…" The guy said while he leaned into her ear. "Let me take you home, you seem really drunk."

"You don't fucking know me." Maureen said while pushing him away. "I don't need to go home. What I need is for you to get the fuck away from me!"

"Okay, okay…" The guy said, but didn't seem to get the hint as he guided his hand down to her ass. "You can trust me though…let me take care of you."

"I said no!" Maureen shouted and threw a punch, connecting it to the guy's jaw knocking him to the ground.

"Hey!" The bartender yelled at the foul play, he then looked towards the bouncer and motioned for him to take Maureen out.

"You crazy bitch!" The guy yelled as he rubbed his jaw.

"I said no." Maureen drunkenly smirked, her smirk however turned to a frown when the bouncer picked her up and carried her towards the door. "Let me go!" She argued while she kicked her legs in the air, trying to get free. Finally they were outside and the bouncer threw her on the ground, but it wasn't long before Maureen stood back up and charged after the bouncer, jumping onto his back.

Unfortunately for Maureen, there were cops near by who saw the action, so they ran over and pulled her away.

"Hey, hey!" Maureen shouted at how rough they were being. "You're fucking hurting me!"

"Please get rid of her." The bouncer said to the cops.

The cops nodded and began to drag Maureen away, but Maureen managed to get free, so she pushed one officer to the ground, and punched the other in the face, and then made a run for it. But Maureen was too drunk and too slow, and was caught not even five minutes later. Her hands were soon cuffed behind her, and she was put in the back of a police car.

It was almost three in the morning when Collins heard the phone ringing. He bolted upright almost knocking Angel to the ground and looked at the clock.

"Who the fuck is calling this late?" Collins asked, but didn't wait for an answer as he reached over and picked up the phone.

Angel watched as Collins face turned from tired to worry in about a second flat. He watched Collins talk for a bit, until the professor hung up the phone.

"Who was it sweetie?" Angel asked.

Collins climbed out of bed and began putting his clothes on. "I have to go get Maureen."

"Where is she?" Angel asked with concern.

Collins sighed, and ran his hand over his head. "Jail."