A/N: Another short chapter but it gets better! This is some much needed fluff! =D
Chapter 3: Happy New Year
December 31st 11:45pm Eastern Standard Time - 1998
"Are you having any luck?" Roger asked Mark as he walked into the living room as he struggled to get the cork out of a bottle of 'god awful' champagne.
"Hey..I'm trying here." Mark scowled as he fooled around the antenna that came from the back of their 1990 television that surprisingly was in color.
"Well you have fifteen minutes. I'm counting on watching the ball drop." Roger said before sitting on the couch besides Mimi who was laying down on the side, fast asleep.
"Almost..." Mark mumbled as he tried switching one of the antenna's to the left then back to the right again before losing the fuzzy picture all together. "Crap.."
"Maybe if you put some aluminum foil on..." Roger smirked taking a sip of his glass before placing it back on the table, sitting back and gazing at Mimi.
Mark rolled his eyes, "Then I'll look like I'm scared the aliens are going to get me." He joked with a grim tone as he stared at the fuzzy TV as if the picture would just appear for him.
"Don't hide the fact that you are. Wasn't it last week you woke me up saying there was something under your bed?" Roger laughed with a smile on his face looking back to Mark glad he was across the room.
Mark shot him a dirty look, "It was a rat! And besides, I had a...bad dream...I got it!" He said quickly changing the subject as he finally got some what a picture of Times Square. "Next year we should go there instead of doing 'this'. You know Collins, Maureen, and Joanne are there..somewhere.." He remarked before standing up slowly and backing away from the television.
Sitting down in their ratty looking recliner he grabbed Roger's glass of champagne finishing it with one big gulp before making a satisfied, "ahh..." and smirking.
Roger rolled his eyes. "I wasn't finished with that."
"Well now you are." Mark pointed out in an uh-duh manner. His eyes moved from Roger to Mimi before nodding a bit his way, "You going to wake her up?"
"I am awake." A tired voice came from Mimi's whose head was resting in Roger's lap. He ran a hand through her spiral curls. "Couldn't sleep even if I tried with you too blabbing." She responded light heartedly.
Roger and Mark just smiled. Mimi slowly sat up before letting out a small yawn. "What time is it?" She asked stretching her arms a bit before wrapping them around Roger who pulled her back into his lap.
"Three minutes left of 1998 you guys." Mark spoke, "It's been a great year.."
"It has." Roger nodded along with Mimi who rubbed her eyes to clear her vision as she gazed towards the television. They all sat there in silence awaited the balls drop.
When the countdown began they all chimed in, "10...9...8...7...6...5...4....3...2...!"
Darkness filled the room as the lights flickered off and the television died. "The power blows." Mark said simply before the three of them bursted out into pure laughter.
"Happy New Year!" Mark yelled trying to stop his laughing as they all gazed at one another's shadowy figure as their eyes finally adjusted and the moon light outside drained into the room lighting it up.
"Happy New Year!" Roger and Mimi both said brightly.
The sound of horns blowing and firecrackers echoed in the distance. Mark grabbed a hold of his camera and quickly caught Mimi and Roger sharing a Happy New Years kiss with a sly smirk on his face.
Note: Reviews make my day! ... The next few chapters won't be too happy...at all. -evil grin-
Chapter 3: Happy New Year
December 31st 11:45pm Eastern Standard Time - 1998
"Are you having any luck?" Roger asked Mark as he walked into the living room as he struggled to get the cork out of a bottle of 'god awful' champagne.
"Hey..I'm trying here." Mark scowled as he fooled around the antenna that came from the back of their 1990 television that surprisingly was in color.
"Well you have fifteen minutes. I'm counting on watching the ball drop." Roger said before sitting on the couch besides Mimi who was laying down on the side, fast asleep.
"Almost..." Mark mumbled as he tried switching one of the antenna's to the left then back to the right again before losing the fuzzy picture all together. "Crap.."
"Maybe if you put some aluminum foil on..." Roger smirked taking a sip of his glass before placing it back on the table, sitting back and gazing at Mimi.
Mark rolled his eyes, "Then I'll look like I'm scared the aliens are going to get me." He joked with a grim tone as he stared at the fuzzy TV as if the picture would just appear for him.
"Don't hide the fact that you are. Wasn't it last week you woke me up saying there was something under your bed?" Roger laughed with a smile on his face looking back to Mark glad he was across the room.
Mark shot him a dirty look, "It was a rat! And besides, I had a...bad dream...I got it!" He said quickly changing the subject as he finally got some what a picture of Times Square. "Next year we should go there instead of doing 'this'. You know Collins, Maureen, and Joanne are there..somewhere.." He remarked before standing up slowly and backing away from the television.
Sitting down in their ratty looking recliner he grabbed Roger's glass of champagne finishing it with one big gulp before making a satisfied, "ahh..." and smirking.
Roger rolled his eyes. "I wasn't finished with that."
"Well now you are." Mark pointed out in an uh-duh manner. His eyes moved from Roger to Mimi before nodding a bit his way, "You going to wake her up?"
"I am awake." A tired voice came from Mimi's whose head was resting in Roger's lap. He ran a hand through her spiral curls. "Couldn't sleep even if I tried with you too blabbing." She responded light heartedly.
Roger and Mark just smiled. Mimi slowly sat up before letting out a small yawn. "What time is it?" She asked stretching her arms a bit before wrapping them around Roger who pulled her back into his lap.
"Three minutes left of 1998 you guys." Mark spoke, "It's been a great year.."
"It has." Roger nodded along with Mimi who rubbed her eyes to clear her vision as she gazed towards the television. They all sat there in silence awaited the balls drop.
When the countdown began they all chimed in, "10...9...8...7...6...5...4....3...2...!"
Darkness filled the room as the lights flickered off and the television died. "The power blows." Mark said simply before the three of them bursted out into pure laughter.
"Happy New Year!" Mark yelled trying to stop his laughing as they all gazed at one another's shadowy figure as their eyes finally adjusted and the moon light outside drained into the room lighting it up.
"Happy New Year!" Roger and Mimi both said brightly.
The sound of horns blowing and firecrackers echoed in the distance. Mark grabbed a hold of his camera and quickly caught Mimi and Roger sharing a Happy New Years kiss with a sly smirk on his face.
Note: Reviews make my day! ... The next few chapters won't be too happy...at all. -evil grin-