A/N: Gahhh keep up the reviews!! I wish I could give you all cookies! Last filler chapter! –cheers- R&R!!
Disclaimer: I don't own emotion, I rent! –Dramatic drums-


"So are we still doing that stupid party for Mark?" Roger asked Mimi.

It was Mimi's day off at the Catscratch so she had decided to hang out with Roger, which was proving to be not too exciting.

"It's not stupid," Mimi paused to playfully punch Roger on the arm, "And yes, it's tonight."

Roger rolled his eyes. "Oh joy."

"Oh come on, Rog, it won't be that bad. It's not like we are making you wear party hats or anything."

"You better not be." Roger said, getting off their couch and shuffled toward their kitchen.

"I wouldn't be caught dead in one of those things."

Mimi smirked. "Aww, didn't you have birthday parties when you were younger? And your mom made you wear the hats?"

"I doubt it." Roger snorted. "I had cool birthday parties. Cowboys and Indians, man. Or Cops and Robbers. And once I had a Rock star birthday party…that's when I got my first guitar," he smiled proudly, "I was only seven."

"Wow." Mimi faked a gasp and rolled her eyes. "Well you still can't write a song."

Roger pretended to throw the water bottle he was holding at her, causing Mimi to duck and laugh.

Just then Mark walked into the loft; a huge smile was plastered on his face.

"What happened to you?" Roger asked, sipping his water.

"Nothing." Mark replied, making his smile even larger.

"Are you gonna yell at Mimi again because some chick ordered a drink you didn't like?" Roger smirked. "Cause that was pretty entertaining."

"Ignore him, Mark." Mimi smiled. She turned to face Roger and quickly flipped him off.

Mark just continued to smile and took off his jacket, laying it on a chair.

"So how was work?" Mimi asked, sitting back down on the couch.

"Really good." Mark replied. He wasn't sure if he wanted to tell them about his date with Carol.

"Just good?" Roger asked, sitting himself down next to Mimi.

"It was great."

"Why was it great?" Roger pushed.

"Because pouring coffee is so exciting."

"I see." Roger smiled, not exactly satisfied with the answer. He figured he could get the real reason why Mark was so chipper before the end of the night.

"So, are you doing anything tonight?" Mimi asked Mark, trying to change the subject.

"I might." Mark smiled.

BAM Roger thought, smiling. Mark had a date tonight.

Mimi pouted. "Well do you think you could hang out at the Life tonight?"

Mark turned around from pouring himself coffee. "Why?"

Mimi quickly looked at Roger who smirked. "Oh, no reason. Just wanted to know. I think you should though."

Did they know about Carol? Mark wondered as he stirred his coffee.

"Okay, I don't know." Mark shrugged.

"Try to convince him." Mimi whispered to Roger as she got up off the couch.

"I'll talk to you guys later." Mimi smiled as she left the loft, softly closing the door behind her.

"So..." Roger smiled wickedly once she had left.

"So?" Mark rolled his eyes and sat down on their chair beside the couch.

"Have a hot date tonight?"

"What? No. I don't know what you're talking about." Mark sighed, sipping his coffee.

"Well, first, you come home smiling like an idiot," Roger began ticking off the points on his fingers. "Then you say you had a good day at work, and then when we ask if you are doing something tonight, you give the obvious answer."

"Which is?"

Roger used air quotes with his fingers. "I might."

"You know you are completely wrong, right?" Mark asked.

"No, I'm not. You need to start getting better at lying."

"I'm not lying and even if I did have a date, I know I'd have endless questions from you."

"Whatever." Roger said, shaking his head.

The loft was filled with awkward silence until Roger decided to break it.

"So…..what's her name?"

"Carol." Mark mindlessly answered.

"I knew it!" Roger laughed.

Mark clamped his hand around his mouth.

Damn it.

"Christ, Roger. Do you have to know everything?" Mark grumbled a little.

"Dude, it's a chick. Of course I do."

Mark rolled his eyes.

"So when are we meeting her?"

"Never." Mark spat.

"Oh come on. We have to meet her sometime."

"Well," Mark debated on weather telling Roger their planned date for tonight would help or hurt the situation, "I was going to bring her to the Life tonight…"

"I wouldn't do that."

"Why?"

Roger smiled. "Well I probably shouldn't tell you, but everybody planned a--"

Roger was cut off by their phone ringing.

"Bastard." Roger muttered as he picked it up.

"Don't you dare tell him about the party." Mimi's voice hissed over the phone.

Then there was a click.

A little stunned, Roger hung up the phone.

"Who was that?"

"Nobody."

"Anyway," Mark sipped his coffee. He was starting to like it again. "Everybody planned a what?"

"Nothing. Never mind. Just come to the Life tonight, okay?" Roger dismissed, grabbing his coat from their coat hanger and slammed the loft door behind him.

"Weird." Mark laughed to himself. He looked at the clock.

Only three more hours to go.