Chapter 2

Roger pulled into a parking spot and turned off the car. They hadn't really said anything the whole way to her apartment. He couldn't help thinking he was actually really surprised he remembered how to get there after all this time. They climbed out of the car and he walked around to where she now stood on the sidewalk. "Well, here you go." He told her, handing her the keys.

"Thanks. Really. You really shouldn't have gone to so much trouble." She apologized again.

"Don't worry about it. I didn't have anything to do anyway. Other than sit at the bar and get drunk." He gave a little laugh.

She gave a small, almost uncomfortable laugh back at she looked at him. "Well thank you anyway."

"No problem. I'll see you around." He gave a little wave and started to walk off toward the subway.

"Okay. Bye. Thanks again." She took two steps toward the door. "Roger?" She called to him, making him stop and look back. "Look, I've already ruined your night, which truthfully, sounded as bad as mine. You didn't want to hang at the loft, and I didn't want to sit here by myself. Do you want to come up? Have a drink? Or some food? Maybe, maybe just talk?"

As odd as it seemed, he realized it would be really nice to talk through all the crap. With someone other than Mark and Collins for a change. And she would understand where he was coming from. "Yeah. That'd be nice." He told her as he walked back over and they started into the building.

"So how are you doing? You eating veggies and taking vitamins and all that?" She asked as she set two glasses down on the coffee table with the bottles of rum and coke.

"You do remember I live with Mark right?" He grinned as he opened the brand new bottle of run. "Granted we're a little lacking on vegetables with the exception of onion rings, potato chips and french fries. But thanks to Mom, I mean Mark, I never miss a doctor's appointment, a pill or a lecture about going out in the rain."

"In other words, Mark hasn't changed a bit?" She grinned.

"Nope. Not in the least. But I can't complain about that. He's the best friend anyone could ever ask for. I'd be lost without him." He told her, pouring drinks into the glasses.

"That's good. How's Collins?" She asked, taking the glass from him and sipping it.

"He's doing good. He really likes this new teaching position he's got. And this guy he's seeing is pretty cool too. They went to something up in Boston for the week."

"That's good I'm happy for him. He's been through a lot." She shook her head sadly. "So how are you doing?" She pulled her feet up under her on the couch as she spoke, getting comfortable into the corner.

Roger leaned back into the couch as he shrugged. "I'm okay. You know." He shrugged again as he drank back some of his drink. "How you doing?"

"Me? I basically suck." She said nodding her head somewhat aggressively as tears started in the corners of her eyes.

"Oh so we're telling the truth." Roger let out a laugh. "Well then in that case, then yeah, I'm feeling pretty sucky too!"

"I just can't believe this. After all the promises and assurances." She wiped at her eyes while she spoke. "I really didn't think I'd end up in this position."

"Tell me about it." Roger shook his head back and forth in disgust.

"I'm just so, so angry!"

"Yeah, I'd pretty much like to choke the living shit out of her right about now. Him too for sure."

"I just feel so betrayed! So used. So, so, ahhhhhg! I just don't even know." She drank back the rest of her drink and poured herself another one.

"I know. I kinda figured Mimi and me would be together for the rest of whatever we got. I really thought she was happy. She was completely clean. For a good long while now. She'd found a really good job where she got to keep her clothes on. I thought things were going really good for us. This was pretty much out of the blue for me."

Roger's lips met her skin. It was warm and slightly salty from the few tears that had escaped down her cheeks. His hands went up her shirt as he continued kissing down her throat. "This is probably a really bad idea." He told her between kisses.

"I know." She said as she shifted on the couch, her leg going out and knocking over the now empty bottle of rum. "I don't care." She kissed him back.

"A…really…….bad idea." He kept saying but at the same time he couldn't make himself stop kissing her.

"I just don't want to be alone tonight." She told him quickly as she pulled his shirt off over his head and started to kiss him again. "And neither do you." She said in a soft drunken whisper.

"I don't want you to regret his tomorrow…"

"Don't worry…." She pulled him up as she led him to her bedroom.

A/N Oh wait? Was that another cliff hanger? Did I forget to mention who she is again. Bad Kelby! Bad Kelby! Oh well, you'll have to wait for the next chapter I guess! Sorry!

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