Author's Note: For all you readers who wonder what Roger and Maureen could possibly do on a date, here's my idea.

Chapter Three - Tango: Maureen

"Wow, you really like to look good for parties," Mark said as Roger fixed his hair for the third time in the past thirteen minutes.

Roger smiled. "What can I say? It's how I am." He went into his room to get his wallet and jacket.

The truth was, however, that Roger wasn't going to a party at all, and he hated lying to Mark. Though, in this case, he had to. He was going on a date with Maureen.

Roger checked the time.

"Shit! I'm gonna be late!" he said.

Giving Mark a quick kiss (did I mention that he's going out with Mark as well?), he headed out the door.

At the end of the street, Roger found Maureen waiting for him.

"Hey there, Gorgeous," Roger greeted Maureen. He kissed her then looked her up and down. "Looking as beautiful as ever, I see?"

"Anything for my favourite guy," Maureen replied seductively. She linked her arm in his. "Let's get clubbing!"

Twenty minutes later, Roger and Maureen were at the infamous Cat Scratch Club ordering shot after shot of vodka.

"This place is really crowded!" Maureen yelled over the music.

Roger nodded and knocked-back a shot of vodka. His eyes were on a dark skinned girl who was doing a dance called 'The Lawn-Chair Handcuff Dance'.

"Let's go someplace quieter!" Maureen grabbed her date's arm and dragged him out of the Cat Scratch Club. Moments later she pulled him into a bar that had billiards.

Maureen sent Roger to go get drinks while she tried to find a free pool table. Seeing that there were none, she unbuttoned her shirt to show off some cleavage. Then she went over to a table where there were three men, who were about to start a new game.
"Hey there, boys," she said in her sexiest voice. She leaned forward so they could star straight down her shirt. "I don't suppose you'd let my friend and I use this table?"

The three men nodded, obviously assuming that her friend was female. Their faces fell when Roger came over.

"I take it you found a pool table for us, baby?" The musician asked Maureen.

Maureen nodded, and, when the other three went to object, she let more cleavage show.

Roger simply smirked at them and began to set up the game. He could tell that that was only the beginning of what was sure to be a wild night.