Chapter 10:

P.S.- in my head and my story Roger is half Jewish and half Christian, just to clear that up. Thanks for the reviews! Keep them coming!

Hannah and Lilith were both walking down the street together, each of them with a big cardboard box in their arms. Lilith was carrying some newly tie died clothes, bringing them to Angel's store to sell, and Hannah was carrying her new art supplies. "Oh my god this box is so heavy!" Hannah whined as they trudged along.

"Ugh tell me about it, no, I should be thankful Angel's letting me put my stuff in her store."

"I wish I had a magic wand that had transporting powers."

"Well judging by that look on your face the past few nights, I'm sure Mark's magic wand is doing its job just fine."

"UGH! LILITH! Your such a pervert, you better stay away from Rog, or it'll only get worse dear."

"Ha, ha very funny but I'm going over there tonight for Benny's surprise party, and I'm going over there tomorrow for dinner. They treat me like I'm some homeless 5 year old, I've eaten their every night this week. It needs to end, I can take care of myself."

"Aw but we like taking care of you!" Hannah said reaching one hand out from the box and pinching Lilith's cheek. She stuck her tongue out at Hannah. "Bye!" Hannah called once she had reached the gallery. There, a tall, brunette man stood looking at some of her paintings. "Hey, good you're key worked." She said. He turned around, revealing his bursting blue eyes

"Yeah." He said walking to Hannah and quickly pecking her cheek. "You look so gorgeous hon." He said hugging her.

"You look very handsome." She replied, putting her head on his chest.

At "Today 4 Fashion":

"Angel?" Lilith called into the store.

"Hey chica!" Angel said, stepping out of her office not in drag. Lilith smiled as Angel led her to a display table with 2 shelves and a mannequin on each side. "So we'll just lay out your stuff on the table, organize it by size, and then we can dress the mannequins. Lilith nodded.

"Thanks Ang, for letting me do this."

"Oh of course chica! This stuff is so cute!" Angel exclaimed, holding up a purple, blue, and pink tie died tank top.

"You can keep whatever you want!" Lilith told her sincerely, folding a pair of gym shorts.

"THIS! Definitely, thank you love!" Angel exclaimed putting the tank top aside. "I always wear clothes from the store anyway, sh don't tell anybody." She whispered. They continued folding, organizing, and dressing the mannequins for about another half hour when they finished. "Okay, Lil, stay right here!" Angel cried, running across the store to grab a hot pink pencil skirt, and matching suit jacket, she grabbed the tank top and ran into her office, coming out minutes later in the complete outfit, with her wig on.

"Oh my god that is the cutest outfit Ang!" Lilith cried as Angel strutted through the store, before hugging and kissing Lilith on the cheek

"Bye chica, have a good day!"

"Thanks Ang, you too."

At the Loft:

Mimi and Roger were both standing in the kitchen, in their pajamas Mimi was wearing pink and grey polka dot pants with a grey tank and Roger was simply shirtless, in his plaid pj pants. Mimi was washing the dishes and Roger was drying, and after each dish he did Mimi rewarded him with a kiss. There was a knock at the loft door and Roger was more than happy to stop his cleaning duties to answer it. He swung the door open. "Roger! Honey!" A female voice cried, running into his arms for a hug. Mimi walked around the counter and peered into the doorway. The woman was blonde, and in her late 50's and a man of about the same age stood beside her. She kissed Roger on the cheek and then spotted Mimi. "You must be the famous Mimi!" She cried running to hug and kiss her too.

"Um, Meems these are my parents." Roger said shaking his father's hand. Mr. Davis then walked over to Mimi and gave her a small hug.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you guys." Mimi said.

"Roger Davis, you mean to tell me that you walk around this loft shirtless?!" Mrs. Davis exclaimed.

"Um, well we were washing dishes, and god knows my shirt would just get soaked, so…" Roger said as his parents chuckled.

"Well um, we should both um get dressed you two can just chill here." He said leading Mimi to the bedroom.

"Chill? Oh Roger..." Mrs. Davis commented smiling taking a seat on the couch. Roger and Mimi walked into the bedroom and Roger closed the door behind them.

"There must be some rumor going around that we like surprise visits, huh?" Mimi said, walking over to her dresser to grab some jeans and a blouse.

"Oh yeah, maybe Mark's mom will be next." Roger replied, throwing on some jeans and a polo. Mimi laughed, thinking of all the chaotic voicemails Mrs. Cohen always left. "I'm sorry Meems."

"It's okay Roger." She said, placing her hands on his chest and kissing him tenderly.

"I love you." Roger said.

"I love you too." They both quickly fixed their hair in the mirror and then headed back out into the loft where Mr. Davis was seated on the couch, and Roger's mom was wandering around the room looking at all of the nicely framed pictures Mimi and Mark had hung up, and put on shelves all around the loft. Mrs. Davis picked up one of a much younger looking Roger, with light eyeliner, and short bleached blonde hair, with an earring, his arm around a small, quirky redhead, with lots of eyeliner, and hot pink lipstick, and purple streaks in her hair.

"Roger, who is this?" She asked as Mimi and Roger took seats on the couch. Roger nervously said

"Um, that's April, remember a long while back I told you I was dating her. Um she died a few months later."

"Oh Rog, I'm sorry." Roger just nodded.

On The Street:

Mark walked slowly down the sidewalk, filming Alphabet City street life. He zoomed in on a dealer, stealthily slipping drugs into a young man's hand, the boy slipping him some money. He filmed 2 girls arguing on the sidewalk, and a little girl pulling her mother's hand trying to get into a store with brightly colored clothes in the window. It was Angel's store. Mark peered in and waved to Angel who smiled and waved back. Mark walked to Hannah's gallery, but stopped in the doorway, putting his camera down. Hannah was standing in the gallery, her face and hair had green paint in them and she didn't have a shirt on. A young brunette man, also shirtless and paint coated was smiling and laughing, he handed Hannah a shirt and they both put them on. Hannah pecked the man quickly and he walked out "Bye baby!" He called as he left. Mark felt his heart shatter. He couldn't breathe for a moment.

"A paint fight, just like we did". He thought to himself. He waited a few seconds, letting the pain settle before cautiously walking in.

"Hey!" Hannah exclaimed skipping up to him and lifting her head to kiss him. He quickly turned so that her lips met his cheek instead of his lips.

"Hi." He said.

"You alright?" She asked.

"You have paint in your hair." He said.

"Hm yeah I was just working on a new piece."

"So you weren't cheating on me with that guy?" Mark asked angrily, surprised at his own forwardness.

"What?"

"Hannah, please don't play dumb. I just saw you! With that guy!"

"Mark, it wasn't what it…."

"Looked like, sure it wasn't. So you two weren't walking around shirtless, and you guys didn't kiss, he didn't call you baby, and you didn't have a flirty little paint fight just like we did."

"Mark, please you have to believe me!"

"Well I don't. Bye Hannah."

"No Mark, that's Garrett he's an artist, a friend of mine from NYU, he wants to share the gallery with me."

"GOOD! You can have fucking paint fights everyday and then fuck all you want too! Sounds good Hannah congratulations!"

"HE'S GAY MARK! GAY!" Mark froze. "Gay. Gay guys kiss girls on the lips to be friendly, I walked around shirtless with him because he's gay, he called me baby because he calls everything with lungs baby." Mark was speechless.

"I ugh I didn't know Han, I'm sorry." Hannah just looked at the ground.

"You can't blame me Hannah; I saw it with my own eyes."

"Yeah but you could've listened to me, trusted me for a second while I explained."

"I'm sorry."

"I've got work to do Mark." Mark kissed her temple tenderly and walked out.

MoJo House:

Maureen sat nervously by the phone, biting her nails and tapping her foot impatiently. 2 weeks ago she had auditioned for "Beauty and The Beast" On Broadway, for the part of Belle. She had gone on her callbacks last week and would get a phone call tonight telling her if she got the part or not. RING! "HELLO!?" She answered anxiously.

"Maureen? It's Alan." Alan was her agent ."You got it girl!" He yelled.

"YES! THANKS ALAN!" She exclaimed hanging up the phone and cheering, jumping up and down. "YES!" She cried.

Back at the Loft:

"I'm also sorry that we just dropped in like this, it's very rude of us. But we were seeing a show here in the city and we decided to come see our little baby. Oh, you're not so little anymore are you Rog?" His mom said.

"No, I'm a big boy Mom."

"How's the band going?" Mr. Davis asked.

"Really good Dad, we just need to lay down a few more songs before our album, and we each one $13,000 dollars at this competition a few weeks ago, we're doing a lot better than we were a few years ago."

"I'm proud of you kid but um, speaking of doing better than a few years ago…"

"Yes Dad, I'm still clean."

"Good, let's keep it that way." Mr. Davis said proudly smiling. Roger nodded and slipped his arm around Mimi.

"You're taking your AZT?" Mrs. Davis asked.

"Yes, I don't need you to remind me Mom."

"That's what Mark's for." Mimi said, making his parents laugh.

"Oh how is Mark?" Mrs. Davis asked.

"He's gotta girlfriend, he's doing pretty well for himself, selling a lot of his films."

"Oh that's good. So where are you spending all that money you won?"

"Just saving it. You know me and Benny made up, so we're rent free, the loft may be messy but we like it like this. Mimi's going back to school so I tried spending some of it on that but someone wouldn't let me." He said looking at Mimi accusingly. She smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Oh Mimi you're going to school! That's wonderful dear! Pardon me for asking but how old are you?"

"I just turned 21."

"We know, it's a big age difference. But we're cool with it."

"Oh did you hear that Ryan, he's "cool with it"!" Mrs. Davis said to her husband, mocking her son's choice of words.

"I mean that we love each other." Roger said rolling his eyes and kissing Mimi's cheek.

"So Mimi where do you work?" Mr. Davis asked.

"Oh god. Well um, I'm a dancer." Mrs. Davis smiled, "…at a club." Mimi finished cautiously.

"Oh my sister was an S&M dancer, she used to get so mad when people called her a stripper, "there's a difference" she'd whine." Mrs. Davis said. Mimi let out a sigh of relief

"There IS difference." She defended making the Davis' laugh.

"Sure there is." Roger teased.

"I remember she made lots of money doing it though."

"Yeah, pay's great." Mimi said. Mark then came bursting through the door

"I AM SUCH AN IDIOT!" He yelled but stopped when he saw Roger's parents.

"Mark!" Mrs. Davis exclaimed, running up to him and hugging and kissing him.

"Hey Mrs. Davis!" He returned the hug. He walked over to Mr. Davis and shook his hand.

"Sit down Mark." He said. Mark sat next to Mimi.

"So why are you an idiot Mark, besides the obvious reasons?" Roger asked, Mimi playfully swatted his leg right as Mrs. Davis scolded him

"Roger!". Mimi and Roger's mom shared a smile before giving Mark their attention.

"Having a great girl as a girlfriend is hard work." He said leaning his head on Mimi's shoulder.

"No, having a great girlfriend is easy, it's being a great boyfriend that's hard." Roger corrected. "Yet somehow I manage to pull it off seamlessly." He said leaning back with his hands behind his head. Mark and the Davis' laughed, and Mimi snorted. "Hey!" Roger exclaimed "I'm a good boyfriend! He defended.

"I'm sure you are sweetie." Mrs. Davis said in a motherly tone.

"Traitor." Roger whispered to Mimi. She stuck her tongue out at him. He pinned her against the couch, lifted up her shirt and gave her raspberries on her belly button. She giggled along with his parents. "AH!" Roger cried, picking his head up and holding his bleeding lip.

"What?!" Mimi cried.

"I cut my lip on your belly button ring!" He exclaimed.

"That's what you get." She said playfully.

"Oh baby, let me clean it up for you." Mrs. Davis said walking towards him.

"No Mom, you can't. Sorry."

"Right." She said sitting back down.

"I'm sorry Mom. For everything." Roger said sincerely.

"It's okay Rog, I still love you." He nodded as Mimi grabbed his hand and started walking to the bathroom. Once they were in there and Mimi was cleaning up his lip Mrs. Davis said to Mark "Isn't he worried about Mimi touching his blood?"

"No, um, ugh well Mimi's positive too."

"Oh that poor girl she's so young." Mr. Davis said. Mark just nodded. Mimi gently pressed the gauze onto Roger's lip. He watched her contently as she messed with her hair in the mirror.

"My god look at me they probably hate me."

"No, they love you."

"How do you know?"

"Because there's no reason not to Meems." Mimi continued putting pressure on his lip. He looked up at her. She locked eyes with him

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing, you're just really beautiful." He said giving her a small smile, his cheeks blushing a little bit. Mimi rolled her eyes.

"But I'm nothing compared to my handsome as hell boyfriend." She said leaning down and looking him straight in the eye. "With his sparkly green eyes, and creamy skin, and his strong arms, oh and that hair." She said seductively. He smiled and she took off the gauze, his bleeding had stopped. For a single moment he felt so vulnerable, almost weak against her, he felt light and airy, like he was high, but better. "Roger, why are you looking at me like that?" It was true Roger had an unusual softness, and a gleam in his eyes.

"Because I love you." He said, gently wrapping his arms around her.

"I love you too, now let's get out there." Mimi said, giving him a very small, calm kiss. They walked out hand and in hand, back to the couch. Mark had poured everybody drinks, as he indulged in conversations about his parents with Roger's. After they all finished laughing about Mark's mother sleepwalking and locking herself in the car Mr. Davis turned his attention to Mimi.

"So what's your nationality Mimi, not Jewish like Rog I'm guessing.."

"Um no, not Jewish. I was born in Barcelona Spain, and I lived there for a few years but then my parents divorced and my Mom moved all my siblings and me to Jersey."

"Ah, so did you have a quinceanera?" Mrs. Davis asked.

"Ugh yes." She said.

"Oh do you have a picture!? You must have been gorgeous!?" Mrs. Davis exclaimed.

"Um yeah, but only if you show me a picture of Roger at his bar mitzvah!" Mimi said grinning at Roger mischievously. Mark snorted.

"Oh, funny Cohen? Well Mom show her the one of me at my bar mitzvah with my best buddy Mark beside me." Mark turned red and put his head in his hands. Mimi walked to her room and came back with a beautiful picture of her descending from a royal looking staircase, with big, luscious black curls in her hair, her makeup was flawless, and she wore a bright red gown, and a golden crown. The dress hugged her body beautifully, her skin was shining, and her stunning brown eyes looked happily at the camera, as she smiled.

"Oh darling you look just gorgeous!" Mrs. Davis exclaimed, the other 3 agreeing as she blushed. Mrs. Davis pulled out a picture from her bag. It was one of a blonde Roger, his hair was short and spiky. He was wearing a clean cut black suit and a blue yamaka, his teeth had braces on them and he had his arm flung around another blonde kid, Mark, with his dorky glasses, red braces, suit, and matching yamaka. They both looked mid-laugh in the picture.

"AW! This is the cutest picture ever!" Mimi exclaimed as Roger and Mark both blushed and put their heads in their hands. Mimi gave Mrs. Davis the picture back and leaned her head on Roger's shoulder.

"Ellen, our show starts in half an hour, we better get down there." Mr. Davis said. All of them stood up.

"Goodbye Marky." Mrs. Davis said hugging and kissing him she did the same with Mimi and said "It was so wonderful finally meeting you Mimi. Take care of my son." Mimi nodded. "Oh sweetheart! I've missed you so much! You need to come visit Scarsdale, you too Mark! I love you Roger!"

"Love you too Mom." Mr. Davis shook Mark's hand, kissed Mimi's cheek, and exchanged a small hug with Roger.

"Take care kids." He said as they walked out the door. Mimi planted a big kiss on Roger's lips.

"That went really well, they really like you Meems." Roger said pulling away. She just smiled and rested her head on his chest.

"Time to get ready for the party." Mark said. Mimi and Roger groaned as they walked to the closet and pulled out the decorations and supplies they'd bought the day before and party-fied the loft.

The first people to arrive for Benny's surprise party were Maureen and Joanne bearing party hats, candy, and a piñata. "A piñata Mo, what are we 5?" Roger asked.

"You sure act like it sometimes Mr. Davis." This comment soon resulted in a poking fight between the 2. Next was Hannah, who had picked up the cake from the ice cream store. She hugged everyone hello but only smiled slightly at Mark.

"Hey Han." Mark said to her as she emptied out the freezer trying to find a place for the cake to go.

"Hey."

"I'm sorry, I really am, I'm sor…."

"It's fine Mark."

"No it's not because you're still upset with me."

"No it's not, not fine because I'm still upset with you it's not fine because you didn't trust me."

"You're right. I shouldn't have jumped to a conclusion and I should have given you a chance." Once she had gotten the cake in the freezer she just stood with her arms crossed. "C'mon let's go to my room." Mark said pulling her hand.

"Oh no, you're not getting out of this with sex."

"I'm not trying to, just c'mere." She took her hand out of his but still followed him to the bedroom. "Sit." He said. She took a seat on the bed and crossed her arms. He rummaged around in his closet and took out his projection equipment. He set it up on the wall, and put in a tape. "Hannah Bloomberg" in white letters over a black background came up onto the screen. Clips of Hannah began to show on the screen. Candid ones of her painting, her and Mark's paint fight, her and Mimi baking cookies, her dancing down the street, her and Mark kissing, Roger when he attacked her with water guns from behind the kitchen counter, her trying to lift some of Roger's weights, her jumping on Mark's bed, kissing Mark's cheek, eating cereal, and many more. After about 5 minutes, when the film was over tears were in her eyes. "I'm sorry Han." Mark said. She nodded and kissed him lightly. They joined the rest of the group in the living room, Angel and Collins had arrived with plenty of alcohol and were talking with Maureen and Joanne. Mimi and Roger were making out on the couch.

"Hey where's Lilith?" Hannah asked. Everyone shrugged, but then Mimi pulled away from Roger

"Oh she said that she was visiting a friend in Manhattan today and might be late." She said, kissing Roger again.

"What time is Ali bringing Benny?" Mark asked.

"About 20 minutes." Collins said, peering at his watch. For the next 15 minutes they all talked, and then started getting out the blowers, glow sticks, and confetti. Maureen turned out the lights and they all hid in different parts of the room. Mimi and Roger leaned up against the kitchen counter kissing. Hannah and Mark were behind the couch doing the same. Collins was behind the door, Angel was in Roger and Mimi's room, and Maureen and Joanne were huddled behind the TV stand. They heard Allison and Benny's voices walking up the stairs, and heard Benny's key in the door, it swung open

"SURPRISE!" They all yelled as Allison turned the lights on. Benny didn't even flinch, just laughed and said

"Wow guys, a piñata." They all cracked up as me moved towards it and grabbed the baseball bat. "Thanks guys, now let's go red ranger!" He exclaimed, whacking the power ranger piñata.

"My turn!" Maureen squealed. They each took turns with the bat, pounding on the poor piñata, until Roger finally went up. He took the bat in his hands and BAM! Candy poured out.

"Aw that's my muscle man!" Mimi cried, kissing Roger's cheek before diving into the pile of candy. They all sat in a circle with their little bags of candy, munching on it and talking.

"I think Mo has big exciting news for everyone." Joanne said.

"I'm playing Belle in Beauty and The Beast!"

"On Broadway!? Mo that's amazing!" Collins said hugging her. Everyone congratulated her.

"How's the store Ang?" Mark asked, "I always see little girls looking at those bright windows."

"Oh it's great, Lilith's tie die stuff sells so fast!"

"My idea!" Roger exclaimed putting a hand in the air. Mimi rolled her eyes.

"Sure it was hon." Roger's jaw dropped

"It was!" He exclaimed. Everyone just laughed and rolled their eyes and muttered

"Sure Rog." as he playfully squinted his eyes at Mimi. She kissed his cheek.

"Where is Lilith anyway?" Collins asked.

"I'm sure she'll be here soon." Mimi said.

Meanwhile:

Lilith had just finished up visiting her old friend Olivia, in Manhattan, and was walking her way towards her apartment to grab Benny's gift before heading over to the loft for the party. But when she got to her apartment building she saw a familiar figure standing there, Ian. "Crap." She muttered. She tried to walk the other way but he saw her.

"Hey sweetheart."

"Go away Ian."

"Aw, well don't you think baby, that you owe me an apology for the other night? Oh, well don't worry about I was just planning on getting even." He said, and Lilith felt his fist pound into her eye. He jabbed her nose, her stomach, punching her everywhere, kicking her, and throwing her against the brick building. She could feel blood trickling from multiple cuts on her arms, legs, stomach and back. She could feel the blood from her nose move down her face; she felt one of her teeth being lose, and blood pouring from it. She could feel her eye swelling from his punch, filling with tears. The last words she heard him say before it all went black were "Damn, I need a hit, see you hoe." Right before his fist hit her eye one more time. She woke up on the ground about 10 minutes later. Her clothes were still on so she knew that he hadn't raped her. She tried to get up but was too weak. She managed to crawl with her purse to the payphone outside her building. She stepped inside the booth, and leaned up against it. She slipped in some money and dialed the loft.

"Don't pick up Mimi, not Mimi." She whispered.

"Hello?" It was Roger. Lilith sighed of relief.

"R, Roger." She whimpered.

"It's Lilith, he, he, he hurt me Rog. By my building I need help." She stuttered.

"Okay, okay calm down. I'll be right there just hold on."

"Don't tell Meems, please."

"Okay."

"Bye." She heard Roger click the phone off and she stumbled out of the booth, landing on the ground she sat up and put her head on the phone booth and cried.

At The Loft:

"Um, Collins c'mere." Roger said. Collins put down his Stoli as the group continued talking. "You know Lilith's boyfriend Ian?" Collins nodded. "He hurt her tonight, real bad, I need to go make sure she's okay, but if just I go it'll be suspicious, and she doesn't want Meems to know."

"Okay, I'll come, we'll go get some more beer." Collins said.

"Thanks man."

"Of course, anything for Lil."

"Hey um me and Rog are just gonna run out quick and grab some more beer, we'll be back soon."

"Okay." Everyone said and went back to their conversation. Mimi waved as they walked out the door, Roger smiled. Once the loft door was closed they both ran down the stairs, and all the way down the street and around the corner to Lilith's building, by now they'd both grown tired and had slowed down, but as soon as they saw Lilith's figure up against the phone booth they sprinted towards her.

"Lilith!" Roger said, putting his arms under her and lifting her up.

"Rog it hurts." She moaned.

"I know. I know, just hold on you'll be okay." He said walking up the stairs with her, Collins in tow with her purse. Roger put her down gently on the couch. "Lil, what happened?"

"He was waiting in front of my building, and, and, and j,j,j just attacked me." She sobbed.

"Shh Collins will call an ambulance."

"NO!" Lilith exclaimed. "No, no ambulance, no hospital." Roger nodded.

"Do you have a first aid kit here Lilith?" Collins asked, brushing a piece of hair out of her face.

"Bathroom." She said pointing. Collins headed toward the bathroom and returned with it, beginning to clean her up.

"Where is he?" Roger asked, an angry fire burning in his eyes.

"I don't know, he ran off. I think he said something about getting a hit."

"Lilith I really think we should take you to the hospital." Roger said firmly.

"NO! I don't fucking want to go to a god damn hospital!" She yelled, getting upset.

"Okay, no hospital." Collins said looking at Roger. "She'll be fine."

"Fine. Where does he usually go to shoot up?" Roger asked.

"He buys his crap from this guy named The Man, and he usually heads in one of the alleys near the Cat Scratch."

"Got it. I'm gonna go find him." Roger said heading out the door before Collins could talk some sense into him. Roger ran to the Cat Scratch Club as fast as he could. "Fucking bastard, how dare he does this to someone, I'll kill him." Roger thought to himself. He peered down one of the alleys and saw in the dim light a very familiar black jacket. "That's him." "Ian." Roger said, walking towards him.

"Who's asking?" The man asked turning around.

"The guy who just found your ex girlfriend bleeding on the streets because of you."

"Hmph, what you that whore's new guy now?"

"No."

"Oh, well you'd be lucky if you were, she's pretty good in bed, or more in our experience on the street. Damn that girl puts up a tough fight, too bad she always loses anyway. It's strange whenever we slept together her screams were more of pain than pleasure, it's strange." Ian said smirking meanly at Roger. "Something wrong buddy?" He asked still smirking. Roger charged at him, impounding his fist into Ian's stomach, and then his eye. He stumbled, but fought back. Roger dodged his punches and gave him one final punch to the eye, as Ian stumbled back something fell out of his pocket, a small plastic baggie filled with white powder.

"Drugs?" Roger asked picking it up. "Heroin, you know because of the way this shit screwed up my life I normally wouldn't give this back to somebody who dropped it, save them the trouble. But jackass, you deserve it." He said handing it back to him, as sirens blared and blue and red flashing lights filled both of their eyes. Ian ran the other way, as Roger dropped the bag "Crap." He muttered with a look of pure shock and panic in his eyes.

"You're under arrest by the city of New York for the possession and dealership of illegal drugs." A man said, as Roger felt himself being cuffed. "Major crap." Roger thought to himself.