December 26
12:00 pm
"Mi, Mi, Mi, Mi," Roger hummed as he played a few chords on his Fender. After wandering the halls in the hospital for a half an hour while Maureen and Joanne were with Mimi, Roger had decided to return home for a few hours. He was now sitting on the ancient couch in the loft. He shivered as drops of water from his hair, still wet from the shower he'd taken, ran down his back. Once again, good ol' Benny had neglected to turn on their heat. "Mother fucker," Roger thought to himself as he laid the guitar down on the coffee table beside the couch and walked over to the kitchenette.
He was just pouring himself a cup of coffee when Mark walked in the door. "Hey," Roger called out. "You're here," said Mark, surprised. "I do live here, you know, or at least I did last time I checked," Roger said, sarcasm lingering in his voice. " I know, I just figured you'd still be at the hospital, is all."
Roger took a sip of coffee from the mug he was holding, then spit it out when he realized how hot it was. "Nice one," commented Mark as he took of the jacket he was wearing and threw it on the table, placing his camera next to it. "Why aren't you at the hospital, anyway?" "I was kicked out", grumbled Roger, trying to wipe the coffee off of his shirt. Marks eyes widened, and he tried to hold back a laugh. " By who? Mimi? What happened?" he asked. "Maureen" was the unenthusiastic answer he received. "Oh…gottcha," that was all the explanation Mark needed. "Gotta love that woman." Roger smirked as Mark made this comment but chose to let it go unanswered.
"What have you been up to today?" asked Roger, changing the subject. "The usual," Mark sighed. " Called Benny and argued over the heating, went to life support with Collins…oh, Paul says 'hi' by the way…did a little filming…" "Had a few sexual fantasies about Maureen", Roger interrupted. Mark gave him the finger and walked to the counter to get some coffee.
"So, when's Mimi coming home?" Mark sat down at the table. "Tomorrow". "That's great!" "Yeah," Roger smiled. "So I guess you'll be moving back with her?" Mark assumed. " Yeah I guess, or she could crash here…we haven't really discussed it yet, I mean her place is just downstairs so it's not like there's actually any 'moving'." " Oh, well, whatever you decide" responded Mark. "Why? Are you trying to get rid of me?" "Damn, you figured it out," Mark smiled.
Roger headed towards the door. "We'll since I'm clearly not welcome here, I think I'll just head back to the hospital, where I'll be welcomed with open arms". "By who? Mimi or Maureen?" Roger looked at his watch, it was almost 1:00pm. "What the hell could they possibly talk about for four hours?" "It's Maureen, you're talking about!" Mark reminded him. "Joanne was there too…" "And your point is…" Roger pondered this. All three of them together, with none of the guys around… He could hear them giggling about him now. " I guess I don't have one." "You always were a smart one, Roger". Roger gave Mark the finger this time, and sat down on the couch, taking up his guitar.
"I'm writing one great song before….before Mark gets laid". " Fuck you, Roger," Mark screamed over his playing. "And I'll have you know that me and Maur…" Roger strummed on the chords as loudly as he could; he really didn't want to hear the second part of that sentence.