Chapiter 6

(yes, I am aware I spelled it wrong. It sounds funny. Sound it out.)

a/n: Sorry for the break, and I'm sorry that its so short. Its been so long because I had every intention of making it a long chapter! But I kept dragging it out, and I felt bad about the not updating. Plus, heh, I am stuck. Like, dialog wise. Trust me, I know exactly what's going to happen, I just don't know HOW, dangit! Anyway, you don't care. So, on with the show!

What is wrong with you? You could have her back this very minute!

Yes, but for how much longer? Joanne pounded the wall with her fist, hating the fact that the logical part of her was always right. She blinked back tears, forcing herself not to cry.

I need to get drunk, she groaned.

"You work too hard," Roger said lazily to Mark, who was hanging out the loft window, camera pointed down at the pedestrians on the sidewalks below.

"What else is there to do?" he asked reasonably. Roger gave an unhelpful shrug. Suddenly the phone rang. The bohemians looked at each other and chanted boredly, "screen" and let it ring. Finally the answering machine picked up.

"Speak!" A tearful Maureen spoke.

"It didn't work! I told her everything we talked about and she still walked out! With her stuff! I don't know what to do anymore, and I need someone to talk to before I get hysterical---" ("too late," smirked Roger)"--- so I'm going to come over. Bye." Mark groaned.

"You want to go out? Like, Cat Scratch or something?"

"You know how I get when I watch Mimi work," Roger said with a glare.

"Well, you pick somewhere! I've just gotta get out of here before she does!" Roger laughed at Mark's misfortune.

"Okay, okay. We'll get Collins, a little A-N-G-E-L, and go to a bar. We haven't gotten slobbering drunk in a long time."

"I can't remember the last time I've gotten drunk on something decent."

"I can't remember the last time you've gotten drunk at all!" Roger teased.

"Shut up," Mark said as he pulled on a jacked and reached for his scarf.

Collins looked up from a magazine at the sound of impatient knocking. He looked through his peephole and saw Roger with his eye pressed to his end of it. Collins chuckled and opened the door to a grinning Roger, and a sullen Mark, hands stuffed in his pockets, leaning against the wall.

"Hey, guys. To what to I owe this pleasure?"

"Maureen and Joanne broke up." Mark looked up at the sound of Joanne's name, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Collins.

"Yeah, Jo came over here, heaven only knows why, sobbing about going straight." Mark stood a little straighter.

"We got a visit from both of them. Maureen wrecked our wall and some of Mark's photos---"

"And Roger's pride," Mark chimed in.

"You be quiet," Roger said sullenly.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "She called him a Jimi Hendrix wannabe and he's still all pissed off about it." Collins laughed out loud.

"There's Maureen for you," he said, leaning on the doorframe.

"Anyway" Roger glared, "Joanne came over and me and Meems beat it because they were talking about their feelings" he sneered. "But we passed Maureen coming from the loft on our way back with a stupid smiley look on her face, and not an hour later, probably 15 minutes after Mimi went to work, she calls us, while Mark is hanging out the window looking like a sniper, filming. She was bawling, and saying something about it not working. So we blew her off, and we want to go out because Marky here needs to get himself plastered," Roger finished with a brotherly slap on the back.

"And you want me to play the responsible one so he doesn't have to?" Collins asked with amusement.

"Yep."

"Sounds good to me," he said as he reached for his coat.

"Oh, and we're running low on…" Roger rubbed his thumb and forefinger together to make his point.

"All right, all right," Collins laughed. "Let's go."

Okay! So… yeah. I don't like to beg for reviews, and I really don't like to threaten to stop writing, because that's gay. So, I won't stop writing, but I'd like to know my efforts aren't in vain. Thanks all who have stayed with me so far!

Another thought. My summary is crap. If anybody can help me out, I'd love you for… 30 minutes! Rock on!