Summary: Post-Rent. Maureen and Roger's experience in the club.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and all that jazz. I don't own "Bridge Over Troubled Water" also.
A/N: Well it seems that nobody wants a Maureen/Roger story. Don't worry, that was never my intention. I just want them to be friends. Thanks for the reviews.
Chapter 4- I'll Cover You
Roger and Maureen walked up to a big building with a sign that said "The Apocalypse." It had bright flames surrounding it. It looked like hell.
"Well, here it is." Maureen said nonchalantly.
"Looks cool." Roger said, grinning. "Do they need to check our ID's?"
"Rog-seriously, I work here. We're going around back."
"Right. I knew that."
"Mhm. Who's the ditz now?"
"Yeah, ok." They walked around back and Maureen took a key out. It was bright orange. Roger gave her a weird look.
"What?"
"That key. It's so...so..."
"Bright?"
"Yeah."
"I know. Too bright if you ask me. But at least I'll always be able to find it." She shrugged, put the key in the lock, turned it to the left and opened the big steel door. "So, here we are." She walked in and Roger followed. She knocked on a door that read: Cecily Adams. With the word "Owner" underneath her name.
"Yeah, come in." A muffled voice said.
"Hey, Cecily." Maureen greeted.
"Oh, Maureen! Glad to see you. But what are you doing here? It's 7 o'clock. Your shift doesn't start for another 2 hours."
"I know. But my friend here needed some comforting." She gestured to Roger.
"Oh. I see." Cecily got up and extended her hand to Roger. "Cecily Adams."
Roger shook her hand. "Roger Davis. Nice to meet you."
"Mhm. Well, you two go have fun. But not too much fun, Maureen. Someone's gotta be sober around here." Cecily laughed.
"I know, I know." Maureen and Roger walked out of Cecily's office. Maureen looked at the coat rack and realized neither of them had worn jackets. "Ok, are we nuts are what?"
"Huh?" Roger asked, confused.
"No jackets."
"Oh. Yeah. I didn't even think about that when..." He got quiet.
"Yeah. I know. Ok, so lets get you drunk, huh?"
"Maureen." He warned.
"What? I'm just kidding. Lighten up!" She walked through two large swinging doors. They were bombarded by smoke and the scent of beer.
"So you're what exactly? A bartender?" Roger asked, confused.
"No. You need a degree or something like that to be a bartender. I'm a waitress. You can't exactly see, but there are booths and tables on one side of this place. Of course it's a battle between man and smoke to get over there." She coughed.
"Oh. Ok. Doesn't really bother me. I'm used to it."
"Yeah. I was never into cigarettes and shit like that." Maureen shrugged.
"Are you saying I am?" He got defensive.
"No. But you were once."
"Yeah, once. But I don't do that shit anymore."
"I know. God, Roger. You have issues." He looked down at the floor, feeling guilty for snapping at Maureen.
"S-so you said someone good's playing. I can't see a stage."
"Yeah. They should start soon. You want a drink?"
"Yeah."
"Beer?"
"Yeah, sure." Maureen walked to the bar, and got Roger a beer. She got herself a sparkling water. "Here." She gave him the beer.
"Thanks. So, should we sit down?"
"Yeah. Um...lets see....if we go-no that won't work. Well we could-nope, that won't work either. Um...aha! Follow me!" They pushed past dancing strangers, and got to a corner booth. "See look! No smoke!" She smiled.
"Yeah." Silence. Roger looked around. Then at Maureen. She smiled. He smiled. Then he looked around again. More silence. "So, not to open old wounds, well technically, rub salt in new ones, but did you talk to Joanne at all? I mean after you found her..."
"Well yeah, I-I guess. I-I screamed at her. When I found them I-I woke her up and yelled 'How could you fucking do this to me?' She looked so shocked and didn't say anything. The woman-she-she got up and said 'Joanne, baby what's going on?' So I yelled 'You're girlfriend's girlfriend is leaving.' The slut smirked. She smirked like she was fucking satisfied! Like she did her fucking job! So I stooped down to her level, both theoretically and literally, and smacked her. Of course Joanne scolded me for that. So I said 'Fuck you!' and walked out. I heard her scream 'Honey bear wait!' But I didn't listen. I just left and walked around for a while and then went to your place." She sighed heavily. As if some weight was lifted from her.
"God, Maureen, I'm so sorry. Really."
Maureen put a hand up. "It's ok. Oh look the group started. Well the duo. We didn't even notice." She pointed to the stage. Two men were sitting on chairs. One playing an acoustic guitar and the other was singing. The song sounded unfamiliar to her. "What is that?"
Roger shrugged. Then realized what was being played. "That's 'Bridge Over Troubled Water' by Simon and Garfunkel."
"Oh, right, right." They both listened to the lyrics.
'When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all. I'm on your side. Oh when times get rough. And friends just can't be found. Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down.'
"I've always loved this song." Maureen pointed out.
"Really?" Roger asked, surprised.
"Yeah."
"Hm..."
'When evening falls so hard I will comfort you. I'll take your part. Oh when darkness comes. And pain is all around. Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down. Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down.'
"Roger?"
"Yeah?"
"What are you going to do after we're done here?" She asked
"I-I don't know. I don't want to face them." He looked down, and begged himself not to cry. B-but I know that I'll...have to....at one point. I-I just don't know if I can do that...tonight." He said quietly.
"Well, before I came to your house, I didn't mention this; I got a cheap hotel room. You're welcome to stay with me."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks Maureen."
"What are friends for?"
'If you need a friend I'm sailing right behind. Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind. Like a bridge over troubled water ease your mind.'
A/N- See no Maureen/Roger romantic relationship. Just a friendship.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and all that jazz. I don't own "Bridge Over Troubled Water" also.
A/N: Well it seems that nobody wants a Maureen/Roger story. Don't worry, that was never my intention. I just want them to be friends. Thanks for the reviews.
Chapter 4- I'll Cover You
Roger and Maureen walked up to a big building with a sign that said "The Apocalypse." It had bright flames surrounding it. It looked like hell.
"Well, here it is." Maureen said nonchalantly.
"Looks cool." Roger said, grinning. "Do they need to check our ID's?"
"Rog-seriously, I work here. We're going around back."
"Right. I knew that."
"Mhm. Who's the ditz now?"
"Yeah, ok." They walked around back and Maureen took a key out. It was bright orange. Roger gave her a weird look.
"What?"
"That key. It's so...so..."
"Bright?"
"Yeah."
"I know. Too bright if you ask me. But at least I'll always be able to find it." She shrugged, put the key in the lock, turned it to the left and opened the big steel door. "So, here we are." She walked in and Roger followed. She knocked on a door that read: Cecily Adams. With the word "Owner" underneath her name.
"Yeah, come in." A muffled voice said.
"Hey, Cecily." Maureen greeted.
"Oh, Maureen! Glad to see you. But what are you doing here? It's 7 o'clock. Your shift doesn't start for another 2 hours."
"I know. But my friend here needed some comforting." She gestured to Roger.
"Oh. I see." Cecily got up and extended her hand to Roger. "Cecily Adams."
Roger shook her hand. "Roger Davis. Nice to meet you."
"Mhm. Well, you two go have fun. But not too much fun, Maureen. Someone's gotta be sober around here." Cecily laughed.
"I know, I know." Maureen and Roger walked out of Cecily's office. Maureen looked at the coat rack and realized neither of them had worn jackets. "Ok, are we nuts are what?"
"Huh?" Roger asked, confused.
"No jackets."
"Oh. Yeah. I didn't even think about that when..." He got quiet.
"Yeah. I know. Ok, so lets get you drunk, huh?"
"Maureen." He warned.
"What? I'm just kidding. Lighten up!" She walked through two large swinging doors. They were bombarded by smoke and the scent of beer.
"So you're what exactly? A bartender?" Roger asked, confused.
"No. You need a degree or something like that to be a bartender. I'm a waitress. You can't exactly see, but there are booths and tables on one side of this place. Of course it's a battle between man and smoke to get over there." She coughed.
"Oh. Ok. Doesn't really bother me. I'm used to it."
"Yeah. I was never into cigarettes and shit like that." Maureen shrugged.
"Are you saying I am?" He got defensive.
"No. But you were once."
"Yeah, once. But I don't do that shit anymore."
"I know. God, Roger. You have issues." He looked down at the floor, feeling guilty for snapping at Maureen.
"S-so you said someone good's playing. I can't see a stage."
"Yeah. They should start soon. You want a drink?"
"Yeah."
"Beer?"
"Yeah, sure." Maureen walked to the bar, and got Roger a beer. She got herself a sparkling water. "Here." She gave him the beer.
"Thanks. So, should we sit down?"
"Yeah. Um...lets see....if we go-no that won't work. Well we could-nope, that won't work either. Um...aha! Follow me!" They pushed past dancing strangers, and got to a corner booth. "See look! No smoke!" She smiled.
"Yeah." Silence. Roger looked around. Then at Maureen. She smiled. He smiled. Then he looked around again. More silence. "So, not to open old wounds, well technically, rub salt in new ones, but did you talk to Joanne at all? I mean after you found her..."
"Well yeah, I-I guess. I-I screamed at her. When I found them I-I woke her up and yelled 'How could you fucking do this to me?' She looked so shocked and didn't say anything. The woman-she-she got up and said 'Joanne, baby what's going on?' So I yelled 'You're girlfriend's girlfriend is leaving.' The slut smirked. She smirked like she was fucking satisfied! Like she did her fucking job! So I stooped down to her level, both theoretically and literally, and smacked her. Of course Joanne scolded me for that. So I said 'Fuck you!' and walked out. I heard her scream 'Honey bear wait!' But I didn't listen. I just left and walked around for a while and then went to your place." She sighed heavily. As if some weight was lifted from her.
"God, Maureen, I'm so sorry. Really."
Maureen put a hand up. "It's ok. Oh look the group started. Well the duo. We didn't even notice." She pointed to the stage. Two men were sitting on chairs. One playing an acoustic guitar and the other was singing. The song sounded unfamiliar to her. "What is that?"
Roger shrugged. Then realized what was being played. "That's 'Bridge Over Troubled Water' by Simon and Garfunkel."
"Oh, right, right." They both listened to the lyrics.
'When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all. I'm on your side. Oh when times get rough. And friends just can't be found. Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down.'
"I've always loved this song." Maureen pointed out.
"Really?" Roger asked, surprised.
"Yeah."
"Hm..."
'When evening falls so hard I will comfort you. I'll take your part. Oh when darkness comes. And pain is all around. Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down. Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down.'
"Roger?"
"Yeah?"
"What are you going to do after we're done here?" She asked
"I-I don't know. I don't want to face them." He looked down, and begged himself not to cry. B-but I know that I'll...have to....at one point. I-I just don't know if I can do that...tonight." He said quietly.
"Well, before I came to your house, I didn't mention this; I got a cheap hotel room. You're welcome to stay with me."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks Maureen."
"What are friends for?"
'If you need a friend I'm sailing right behind. Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind. Like a bridge over troubled water ease your mind.'
A/N- See no Maureen/Roger romantic relationship. Just a friendship.