[AN: Wow, I have had no time at all to update! I finally have. Please review!]

"What are you doing?" Mimi asked Roger as she leaned over his shoulder. He was sitting on the floor counting some dollar bills that had been stuffed in a coffee canister.

"I'm trying to pay to rent."

"Oh god, is it that bad?"

"The band hasn't had a gig for a while, and the ones we have had were cheap ones." Roger put his head in his hands. "Don't worry about it, Meems. We'll be fine. We can get by." For some reason, he seemed to doubt his own words.

"Well, I can get a job," Mimi offered with a hopeful smile.

"What? No, of course not. I can take care of you."

"For God's sake, Roger! You don't have to go around acting like the macho man all the time. I can help out too," Mimi practically yelled as her short temper took over.

"I know you can sweetie. I just feel like I need to take care of you. That's all," Roger said softly.

"Fine then. If we get evicted again, I'm blaming you!" Mimi teased as she opened the refrigerator. "Hey, Rog?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever thought about asking the others for money? I mean, only if we really need it. We'd pay them back eventually."

Roger shook his head. "Are you insane? We have a little more pride than that!"

"Pride? I'd call it stupidity! I seriously doubt they want to see us thrown out in the streets!" Mimi yelled as she lost her temper again and slammed the refrigerator door.

"I won't let that happen, Meems! You know I wouldn't! Sometimes it's just hard now that there's another mouth to feed. . ." Roger immediately regretted what he had just said.

"Oh, so that's what I am! Another mouth to feed! Well if I'm such a burden then why don't you just throw me out! I'm sure you'd get by just fine then!"

"You know I didn't mean that!"

"Then let me get a job!"

"No. We can get by," Roger said firmly, and Mimi knew that his stubborn mind was set. There would be no borrowing money, but there had to be another way. And Mimi thought of her plan.

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Roger awoke the next morning to find Mimi long gone from his bed. He pulled on a shirt and found Mimi in her pajamas (a pair of Roger's old boxers and an oversized T-shirt) in the kitchen reading the newspaper. Roger laughed.

"You're reading the newspaper?"

"Yes," Mimi said defiantly.

"Why?"

Mimi held up the page she was looking through.

"Meems, I told you not to look for a job!"

"But there are so many benefits!"

"Like what?" Roger asked, not expecting an answer.

"Well, I'll be out of the apartment for most of the day missing you. That way, when I can back we'll have to make up for lost time if you know what I mean." She kissed him dramatically on the lips and practically shoved her tongue down his throat.

"I wouldn't mind that," Roger grinned as Mimi finally detached her lips from his face. "Alright, Meems. If you really want to, go ahead and get yourself a job. What exactly are you planning on doing, anyway?"

"I dunno. I'll find something. How hard can it be?"

-------------------------------------------------------------- Mark practically choked on the Captain Crunch he was eating out of the box.

"Mimi is getting a job?" he snorted. "And what might that be? Open a kissing booth?"

"I hope not. We'll see how this turns out," Roger sighed as he plucked a few guitar strings.

Suddenly, a mob of leather and brunette curls was leaping onto Mark.

"What the fuck. . .? Maureen, get off me!"

"And did you ever think about knocking?" Roger asked in an irritated tone.

"Did you ever think about locking your door?" Maureen grinned. "Anyway, I'm not here to argue with you, Rog. I'm here to thank Marky!"

Mark was apparently confused. "For. . .?"

"The flowers, of course!" Maureen giggled as she bounced up and down like a happy puppy.

"What flowers?" Mark asked.

"And stop acting like the Energizer Bunny," Roger groaned. "You're giving me a headache."

Roger's comment was ignored. "Oh, don't try and play secret admirer, Marky! I found those roses in front of the apartment this morning. Nobody else could have sent them. Roger and Mimi were out, Collins was at his apartment, and Joanne was with me. But what are they for, Marky? It's not my birthday yet. Or is it just because you're sweet?" She hugged him so tightly that he was practically squished to death. She gave him a peck on the cheek leaving behind a trace of bright pink lipstick.

"Whoa, Maureen. I know nothing about flowers."

"What?"

"I mean I never sent any. Sorry."

"Well in that case, I take that kiss back." She wiped the lipstick from Mark's cheek. "But who sent them then? There isn't anyone else I would know that would do that. Maybe someone has a crush on me!" she squealed like a teenage girl. "Of course, nobody should dare to compete with my Pookie. But what woman. . .or man. . ." she trailed off and her expression immediately changed. "Jeff."

"Who?"

"I thought he was just going to leave me alone. Why is he doing this? I can't believe I thought that. . ." Maureen stopped when she realized that she was talking to herself and everyone was staring at her. "I have to go. Where's Mimi?"

"Getting a job," Roger replied.

"Oh, um, ok. Tell her I'll call her." Maureen hurried out of the apartment without bothering to ask further questions about Mimi's job as she normally would have.

"What's up with her?" Mark wondered aloud.

"I have no idea," Roger chuckled and then began to cough. "Whew! One thing hasn't changed about Maureen. She still wears that awful perfume!"