A.N - Thank you to everybody who reviewed last chapter and I'm sorry that I never got around to replying to any of them. I promise I will this time. Life just got a little hectic.


New Year's Eve, for the Bohemians, was a cause for extra celebration. The fact that Mimi was still alive, even after her brush with death; Roger's record deal in Santa Fe; Mark's documentary being a huge success, even the fact that Joanne and Maureen had decided to try the life-partner thing again.

Yes, 1991 was going to be a good year.

The night was filled with champagne, fireworks and kisses. Seeing as Roger's last year's new year's resolution had been met, he made a new one : To spend more time with the woman he loved, as well as trying his best to release the best goddamn album of the decade.

Afterwards, keeping with tradition, the Bohemians went back to Mark and Roger's loft and lounged around.

"Roger!" Collins slurred after having drunk too much alcohol. "When you leaving for Santa Fe?"

Roger squinted at Collins trying to focus his eyesight into making the swirling mass of colours into a recognisable form.

"Santa Fe?" Roger's speech was slurred also. "Not tomorrow," his forehead scrunched together. "Day after. I think."

He paused to think about it.

"Yeah," he confirmed. "January 2nd. I need to start recording again on the 4th."

Mimi kissed him fully.

"And I get to go with you this time." She smiled happily.

"Mmm," Roger murmured, kissing his girlfriend again. "Yeah, not leaving you again."

"No," Mimi settled. "You're not."

"Don't want to."

They kissed again.

"Wahey," cheered Collins from his place opposite, swaying from side to side. "Someone's gonna get some."

The rest of the Bohemians whistled drunkenly as they all watched the couple.

"Yeah!" Called Maureen. "Rogey and Meemy!"

Joanne quickly pulled her in for a kiss also, leaving Collins and Mark to look at each other uncomfortable.

Mark had been the only responsible one, and was still slightly aware of his surroundings.

"Marky," Collins called. "New Year's kiss?" He asked jokingly knowing how flustered Mark would get. "Seems to be the thing to do."

He gestured to the two embracing couples that lay over either the couch or the table.

"Um," Mark spluttered. "No. No."

Collins laughter boomed through the loft, causing Roger to pull away from Mimi and glare at them.

"Shhh," he managed to get out between Mimi's frantic kisses up and down his neck and jaw line. "Trying to kiss m'girl."

He quickly returned his attention to Mimi.

The Bohemians finally fell asleep when the sun started to rise.

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Roger woke up to a pounding headache. Where Mimi had been the night before there was now a warm place on the mattress.

Swinging his legs off the bed in a move that was to fast for his hungover self to stand, Roger's vision swam dizzily.

"Ow," he said to himself.

He staggered into the kitchen where his girlfriend stood on tiptoes trying to reach the aspirin.

"Ow," he heard her mutter to herself. "Head … hurts. Too high."

Wincing from the bright sunlight that managed to shine into the kitchen, he reached over Mimi's head and grabbed the box of tablets for her.

She span around quickly into Roger's arms.

"Ow." She said again.

"I know," he whispered, even that being too loud for his throbbing head. "Me too."

Then he lazily kissed her, ignoring the slight pain at the back of his mind, instead focusing on his girl.

After that horrible Christmas was over, they took Mimi to the hospital, where the doctor's gave her the all clear. Ever since then the couple hadn't been able to keep their hands off of each other, considering that they'd been apart for almost two whole months, it was understandable.

"Ready to go to Santa Fe?" He asked.

"Let me answer when my head doesn't feel like it's going to explode." Mimi whispered back.

Roger would have laughed, if it wouldn't have caused him pain. Instead, he handed her the aspirin and filled a glass of water. She gratefully swallowed two and washed it down with half the cup.

"Now you," she said handing the objects over to him.

Roger copied her actions and brought her into his arms again.

"Good morning," he accompanied his greeting with a kiss.

"Morning."

Their lips joined together once again only pulling apart when Maureen woke up and wandered into the kitchen from the main space where she'd spent the night.

"Ugh," she whispered disgustedly, clutching a hand to her head. "Give it a rest. I can't take such displays at this time."

Roger, who was already feeling better, laughed, causing Maureen to wince.

"Yeah," he spoke loudly, purposefully annoying her. "You and Joanne were just as bad last night. And it's two in the afternoon."

She shot him a sleepy, painful glare that made her head throb.

"I hate you." She whispered angrily.

"Hey!" Mimi kissed Roger's shoulder. "That's my boyfriend you're talking about!"

Maureen rolled her eyes as she too swallowed down the aspirin and water muttering about couples that were too close.

It wasn't long before the trio was joined by the last three bohemians, all of which were complaining of a headache. Including Mark who had apparently drunk more then he thought.

"That's it!" He swore. "I am never drinking, ever again."

"Aww," Collins said whilst lighting a joint. "Don't say that."

Roger, Mimi, Maureen and Joanne all laughed at the embarassed look on Mark's face.

"Okay," Mark amended. "Maybe that was a bit overdramatic."

"A bit?" Maureen laughed. "And they say I'm the drama queen. It's just a little hangover, Marky."

Mark dodged everybody's gaze.

"I'm going to miss you guys when I go back to Santa Fe," Roger admitted, wrapping his arm around Mimi's waist.

"Yeah," Mimi agreed. "I am too."

"Well," Mark ventured, determined to make everybody forget about his exaggeration. "Is there any way that you can move to record here? I know that there are record studio's here."

Roger smiled slightly.

"I don't know," he said. "I haven't thought about that."

"Try it." Mark shrugged.

"Maybe I will." Roger smiled kissing Mimi's temple.