A/N: Couples are not happy right now, and it's about to get worse.

Mimi walks into the living room after seeing Roger practically drooling over some big breasted chick. She couldn't take it. All of a sudden she hears a slam from the front door. I swear if Roger comes in here, I'll just-

"Hey Jo. What's wrong?" Mimi asks, noticing the pissed off Joanne.

Before Joanne could answer, Maureen walked in the room.

"Pookie, what's wrong?"

Joanne rolls her eyes, goes up the stairs and slams the bedroom door. Maureen runs up and follows. She opens the door, surprised that Joanne didn't lock her out, but surprised to see her packing her bag.

"Where you going?"

Joanne responds, still stuffing clothes into her bag. "I didn't come all the way down here for you to go goo-goo ga-ga over the first hot chick that strolls past you!"

Maureen sighs and jumps on the bed, crawling towards Joanne. "You know, for someone who just beat the odds in a football game, you don't seem to be ready to celebrate." She grabs Joanne's bag, pulling her in for a kiss.

Joanne dodges it and grabs her bag back, looking for her unpacked bag. "That's your damn problem! Everything's goddamn sex with you! I'm done."

Meanwhile, back in the livingroom, Roger's already getting bitched at by Mimi.

"You're a serious asshole! You could at least acknowledge that I'm right there! Especially with the condition I'm in!"

Roger stops Mimi by holding onto her. "Wait, what condition?"

Mimi freezes up, and decides to turn the tables back on him. "Our relationship. It's condition is tearing down and you know that."

Roger sighs. "You're over reacting, again."

Mimi pushes away from Roger. "Please, all we do is fight! All we do is argue and nothing gets solved! I came here on this trip cause I want us to work, but you only make thing difficult by not thinking."

They stop and look over at the stairs and sees Joanne coming down with two suitcases. Mimi walks over to her.

"Where are you going?"

Joanne sighs. "Look you guys can stay here, but I'm going back to New York or at least to a hotel."

Mimi looks back at Roger. "Wait, I'll come with you."

They both head out the door, and Roger plops on the couch. Maureen comes running down the stairs trying to catch up with Joanne. She runs past Roger.

"Did she really leave?"

Roger not even looking over at her. "Yeah, they both did."

Collins and Marco are making small talk outside and look at Jaonne and Mimi angrily storming into the Joanne.

"What's going on?" Marco asks.

Collins sighs, knowing something's not right. Oh shit, what the hell happened?

In the car, they come to a red light in an awkward silence full of anger until…

"You would think Maureen would have the decency to close her mouth so I wouldn't see the drool falling out of her mouth!" Joanne shouts, not even sure if Mimi knew what she was talking about.

Mimi nods, realizing why Joanne was mad. "I know, you think they'd remember we were right there, or do they not care?"

Joanne looks over at Mimi. "Let me guess, Roger did it too?" Mimi nods. "This is ridiculous! What does she have that we don't?" Mimi looks down at her own chest. Joanne looks at her then do the same. They cross their arms over their chest as insecurity takes over, realizing that there breasts aren't as full as Claire's.

Mimi unfolds her arms. "This is bullshit! I have personality."

Joanne, still feeling insecure, looks down. "Yeah, so does she. A whole full set." She says as her hands mock Claire's bosoms over her own chest. "Very, full, set."

Mimi rolls her eyes with a smile towards Joanne. "Come on. I have an idea. Tomorrow night at the dinner, we're gonna look so sexy, they'll think twice about looking at the chick again." She pulls Joanne away.

A/N: Next stop, Marco's dinner. How will it go? Will Mimi's plan work?

After this story, I'm gonna write a story that connects Two Jeffs & A John, BoHo Road Trip, and The Godmother. This story takes place a year before The Godmother.