"And remember the time you and I jumped on the counter and started singing about the Wizard of Oz?" Mimi laughed as she began to hiccup.

Mark started to laugh hysterically. As he did, he spilled vodka all over his shirt, causing him to laugh even more. "Mimi, did you see?" More laughter.

After the laughs slowly began to die, Mimi laid her head onto Mark's chest. "That was one amazing night," she said softly, taking a swig out of her wine bottle.

"Definitely. Look where we are now…" Mark trailed off, remorse evident in his voice.

Once they had sat in silence for a few minutes, Mark got up off the lumpy couch they were sitting on. "You want anything?" he stuttered with a slight slur in his voice.

Mimi raised her bottle triumphantly. "I'm all set!" she called.

Mark began to laugh against. He stood there for a moment before he began to stumble around the room. He caught himself before he tripped over his feet multiple times. All of which he giggled at.

When he returned to the couch with the vodka bottle, Mimi was staring out the large window where Roger used to sit and think.

"What is it?" Mark murmured, tripping over his words slightly.

"It makes you think about where we really are in this world. It's-it's so beautiful. …" The skyline, although not the best part of New York City, it was beautifully lit under the starry clear sky.

"It certainly is," Mark replied. But unknown to Mimi, Mark's eyes were not on the skyline.

He dropped his eyes as Mimi turned to him. Instead, he focused on drinking as much as he possibly could.

He knew he was smashed; probably more than he had ever been, but he didn't care. He felt numb when he was drunk. He couldn't focus on Roger, let alone focus at all.

Mimi, on the other hand, didn't like being drunk. When she was drunk, it was another thing she could lose control of. She wasn't nearly as drunk as Mark, but she felt slightly off. She couldn't stop herself from drinking more. All she wanted was to get Roger off of her mind, and if the only way to do it was to get completely sloshed, it was fine with her.

Mark sat, thinking of Mimi. He knew he wasn't in his right mind, but he felt as if he no control over anything, especially his hormones.

"Mimi?"

"Yeah Mark?"

"Erm, how are you?" he stumbled, suddenly losing focus over everything he was about to say.

She smiled at his boyish awkwardness.. "I'm hanging in there. How are you?" she answered as she turned towards him.

His eyes were focus at the ground, rolling the bottle in his hands. He gave a bitter laugh that sent chill up Mimi's spine, making her shudder. "I've been better."

Mimi's smile disappeared. "Mark, of course you've been better. We've both been better. You're drunk as hell, you just lost your best friend; of course you're going to feel distra-"

She cut off by Mark's lips meeting her. She was so shocked by what had just happened that she didn't pull away immediately. Instead, she began to reciprocate.

When she realized exactly what she was doing, she pulled back. "Mark, uh, I don't think that this is the best idea. I, uh, think we, uh, need to stop."

But as soon as she saw his crestfallen look and felt the exhilaration that had just been passing through her body die, she started to doubt herself if they should actually stop.

Peering into Mark's crystal blue eyes, the life that had always been in there was gone. All she saw empty nothingness.

'Fuck it', she thought to herself. They both needed this.

She grabbed Mark's face in both of her hands and smashed her lips against his. She couldn't stop herself. He couldn't stop himself. They were unstoppable.

Mark began to kiss her neck. Mimi tipped her head back and closed her eyes in ecstasy.

Mark began to move onto her bare shoulder and to the top of her chest. He felt as if this was an out of body experience. Moving closer to her, he made his way back up to her mouth. His tongue flicked into her mouth.

With a quick movement of her legs, they were wrapped around his torso. Her arms stretched above both of their head and wrapped around Mark's neck, pulling him closer to her. He ran his fingers through her wavy hair, undoing her lose ponytail.

She arched her back, pressing her hips into his. He trailed his lips all over her neck and shoulder as she let out a small moan.

Wrapping his arms around her, he got up off the couch, her body connected to his.

As he made his way to his bedroom, the rational part of his mind began to say "Are you sure?", "Do you really want this? "Is this what both of you want to do?", etc. The part of his mind that was in control now slowly drowned out the rest: "I love her, and we need this."

He laid her down on his bed as he straddled her body. Parting their lips for a moment, he asked her, "Are you sure?", finally taking into account that they were both drunk.

Breathless, she responded, "Hell yes."

Their fates were sealed then. There was no chance of stopping either on of them. Clothes began to be thrown around the room in heaps.

Mark kissed every inch of her body, as if he was searching for something. He reached her lips once more, kissing them as if he was trying to bruise them.

She couldn't believe what was happening. Who it was, what else was going on: none of it mattered to her. The more she thought about it, the more she realized it was wrong. The more she knew it was wrong, the more she felt she needed it..

And it was then, in a small apartment in Alphabet City, with the moon shining brightly down on them, two constantly tortured souls became one.


Mimi woke up, but wouldn't open her eyes due to the constant awful pounding in her head. Another reason why she hated to drink too much; hangovers.

Slowly she opened her eyes. Looking out the window, it took a few moments to realize that this wasn't her apartment. Looking at the bed, she figured out that this wasn't her apartment.

As she felt dread in her stomach, she looked to her left. There stood a nightstand with a pair of black rimmed glasses.

On her right was the owner of the glasses. As she looked at Mark's sleeping form, last night's events came back to her in a sudden rush.

As a last resort before crashing into despondency, she lifted the thin sheet that covered the two of them. She closed her eyes in despair before looking, praying for something she knew wasn't there.

"Fuck."


okay, so that was the lemoniest chapter i've ever written. it was a little awkward, but i think it went pretty smoothly. since it is my first citrus chapter, please don't rip me apart, although I don't think anyone would. please review!!!