See Her Smile
By Kourin Lucrece
Disclaimer: I wish, more than anything, more than jewels... (and that is a quote from Into the Woods, don't own that either...)
Author's Note: Hey folks!! Thanks for reading, jeez I've been getting a lot of writing done lately. Not just fan-fics either... Anyway, since so many people asked, this fic is going to be neither April corrupting Roger nor vice-versa. Read on to see how it works!
The sight of April in the loft soon became a familiar one, and the inhabitants quickly grew close to her. She and Maureen would go 'shopping' (they had no money) and were often helping each other rehearse for performances. Collins had a new audience for his philosophical ramblings and they even joked about the morals of anarchy. Benny often teased and flirted, laughing when she blushed and then asking her opinion about ideas for his dream studio. Mark and April were often talking about whatever they thought of or going to the Life to get breakfast for the little family. Not to mention all of the time she spent with Roger, laughing and whispering and kissing.
No one was very surprised when she moved in.
Things were going really well for all of them. Roger's band had a steady stream of gigs and Mark had a job helping with sound equipment, but had sold one or two photographs. Collins got a job teaching 'Computer Age Philosophy' at NYU. Maureen's protests always drew in large crowds. April got a lead in a new modern dance show. Even Benny had a new job, though none of them were quite sure what it was... Things were definitely looking up.
One evening, Mark was coming home from filming and he heard the sound of music and laughter from inside the loft. He unlocked the door and was immediately grabbed by Maureen, who pulled him onto the couch with her. She was sitting with Collins, watching April try to teach Roger how to tango.
After a minute, Roger dropped to a sitting position, claiming he was a musician not a dancer. He looked up and noticed Mark, a grin spreading over his face. "Mark knows how to tango, though. Doesn't he, Maureen?"
They all laughed as the filmmaker tried to sneak out of the room, but April grabbed his arm. "C'mon, Marky! You can show up Rog in something!" With a laugh, he obeyed and Roger restarted the tape of music. One thing was definitely true, they sure could tango.
As the song switched to something more upbeat, April leaned closer and whispered something in Mark's ear. They grinned at each other and began a more energetic partner dance. Laughing, Maureen pulled Roger up into a standing position, forcing him to dance as well, albeit somewhat badly... ("Hey, don't step on my toes!!")
Collins pouted childishly at them. "Hey! Don't I get to dance?" he asked, laughing.
Well, enter Benny, who somehow became the dancer partner of an anarchist. After about a few minutes, Roger tripped over Maureen's feet, causing both of them to trip and take down Benny and Collins with them. (No one noticed that April and Mark had stopped dancing and were taping the whole thing, snickering the entire time.) They all collapsed into laughter.
Evenings like that were normal occurrences in the loft at that time. It was Benny's contention that it was the reason that neither he nor Collins could keep a steady relationship. Their 'family' scared them away.
They all stayed in their respective positions for a while longer, teasing each other about the dance. Roger grumbled something about a Junior High mentality and April decided to prove it by tickling him.
Maureen watched them with amusement, sitting lightly in Mark's lap. He whispered something in her ear that caused her to laugh, and he grinned at her. Suddenly she said, "Are you all coming to my performance tomorrow?"
They all looked up in surprise at the sudden change of topic. Sometimes it seemed as though Maureen never actually paid attention to what went on with everyone else. There was a general affirmation from the whole group, except Roger.
She pouted. "Why aren't you coming?"
He shrugged noncommittally. "Meeting with the band."
Everyone let it go. Maureen did this often enough that she was the only one who would make a big deal out of someone missing a performance.
~~~
When they walked back into the loft the next evening, they were all still laughing about the outcome of Maureen's protest of the city pound's treatment of animals. (She had dressed in a skin-tight black leather cat burglar outfit, which probably accounted for most of the crowd...)
Roger was sitting in the 'kitchen' of the loft. (i.e. a section with a table, fridge and cabinet.) He stared into a glass of some alcohol that obviously was far from his first.
"Baby, what's wrong?" April asked, concerned. She put a hand on his shoulder and he turned to her with a frown, eyes slightly glazed from the drink.
"CBGB's not gonna take our band's gigs anymore. Not enough of a crowd..."
"Oh geez, hun, I'm sorry. Things will get better though..." she bit her lip as he downed the remainder of his drink. "How much have you had to drink tonight?"
He shrugged, adjusting the sleeve of his pullover. "Dunno. Me'n the guys decided to go out and forget about it, you know?" He yawned. "I'm going to bed."
As he passed Mark and Maureen, the filmmaker noticed a slight gloss of sweat on Roger's forehead despite the fact that the musician's hands shook. He'd probably have one hell of a hangover in the morning.
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By Kourin Lucrece
Disclaimer: I wish, more than anything, more than jewels... (and that is a quote from Into the Woods, don't own that either...)
Author's Note: Hey folks!! Thanks for reading, jeez I've been getting a lot of writing done lately. Not just fan-fics either... Anyway, since so many people asked, this fic is going to be neither April corrupting Roger nor vice-versa. Read on to see how it works!
The sight of April in the loft soon became a familiar one, and the inhabitants quickly grew close to her. She and Maureen would go 'shopping' (they had no money) and were often helping each other rehearse for performances. Collins had a new audience for his philosophical ramblings and they even joked about the morals of anarchy. Benny often teased and flirted, laughing when she blushed and then asking her opinion about ideas for his dream studio. Mark and April were often talking about whatever they thought of or going to the Life to get breakfast for the little family. Not to mention all of the time she spent with Roger, laughing and whispering and kissing.
No one was very surprised when she moved in.
Things were going really well for all of them. Roger's band had a steady stream of gigs and Mark had a job helping with sound equipment, but had sold one or two photographs. Collins got a job teaching 'Computer Age Philosophy' at NYU. Maureen's protests always drew in large crowds. April got a lead in a new modern dance show. Even Benny had a new job, though none of them were quite sure what it was... Things were definitely looking up.
One evening, Mark was coming home from filming and he heard the sound of music and laughter from inside the loft. He unlocked the door and was immediately grabbed by Maureen, who pulled him onto the couch with her. She was sitting with Collins, watching April try to teach Roger how to tango.
After a minute, Roger dropped to a sitting position, claiming he was a musician not a dancer. He looked up and noticed Mark, a grin spreading over his face. "Mark knows how to tango, though. Doesn't he, Maureen?"
They all laughed as the filmmaker tried to sneak out of the room, but April grabbed his arm. "C'mon, Marky! You can show up Rog in something!" With a laugh, he obeyed and Roger restarted the tape of music. One thing was definitely true, they sure could tango.
As the song switched to something more upbeat, April leaned closer and whispered something in Mark's ear. They grinned at each other and began a more energetic partner dance. Laughing, Maureen pulled Roger up into a standing position, forcing him to dance as well, albeit somewhat badly... ("Hey, don't step on my toes!!")
Collins pouted childishly at them. "Hey! Don't I get to dance?" he asked, laughing.
Well, enter Benny, who somehow became the dancer partner of an anarchist. After about a few minutes, Roger tripped over Maureen's feet, causing both of them to trip and take down Benny and Collins with them. (No one noticed that April and Mark had stopped dancing and were taping the whole thing, snickering the entire time.) They all collapsed into laughter.
Evenings like that were normal occurrences in the loft at that time. It was Benny's contention that it was the reason that neither he nor Collins could keep a steady relationship. Their 'family' scared them away.
They all stayed in their respective positions for a while longer, teasing each other about the dance. Roger grumbled something about a Junior High mentality and April decided to prove it by tickling him.
Maureen watched them with amusement, sitting lightly in Mark's lap. He whispered something in her ear that caused her to laugh, and he grinned at her. Suddenly she said, "Are you all coming to my performance tomorrow?"
They all looked up in surprise at the sudden change of topic. Sometimes it seemed as though Maureen never actually paid attention to what went on with everyone else. There was a general affirmation from the whole group, except Roger.
She pouted. "Why aren't you coming?"
He shrugged noncommittally. "Meeting with the band."
Everyone let it go. Maureen did this often enough that she was the only one who would make a big deal out of someone missing a performance.
~~~
When they walked back into the loft the next evening, they were all still laughing about the outcome of Maureen's protest of the city pound's treatment of animals. (She had dressed in a skin-tight black leather cat burglar outfit, which probably accounted for most of the crowd...)
Roger was sitting in the 'kitchen' of the loft. (i.e. a section with a table, fridge and cabinet.) He stared into a glass of some alcohol that obviously was far from his first.
"Baby, what's wrong?" April asked, concerned. She put a hand on his shoulder and he turned to her with a frown, eyes slightly glazed from the drink.
"CBGB's not gonna take our band's gigs anymore. Not enough of a crowd..."
"Oh geez, hun, I'm sorry. Things will get better though..." she bit her lip as he downed the remainder of his drink. "How much have you had to drink tonight?"
He shrugged, adjusting the sleeve of his pullover. "Dunno. Me'n the guys decided to go out and forget about it, you know?" He yawned. "I'm going to bed."
As he passed Mark and Maureen, the filmmaker noticed a slight gloss of sweat on Roger's forehead despite the fact that the musician's hands shook. He'd probably have one hell of a hangover in the morning.
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