AN: Okay NOW its getting tougher to write this between classes...I have too many papers, lol
Liv: Gotta love the Ramones, that's all I can say.
This chap is dedicated to Idina Menzel and Taye Diggs!! Heeheehee...
And hey! I have 21 chapters! FREE DRINKS ALL AROUND! MY STORY IS OF LEGAL DRINKING AGE!!!!!! Hahaha...I'm spending WAY too much time school, lol.
Mark opened his eyes. God, did he feel sick. "My head hurts..."
"Join the club, hon," Tara said, appearing at the bedroom door.
"What the hell happened last night?"
Tara smiled a little, thinking about how the tables had been turned this time. "There's a reason for you to have had that camera last night. Please tell me you remembered the show."
"That, yes. Everything afterward, fuck no." He looked to see Tara smiling at him. "You didn't. Please tell me you didn't."
"I did. Every minute of it."
"Oh, Lord."
"Mark, it wasn't that bad!" She started dragging him into the living room. "Come on, you can watch in the privacy in your own home."
"Can I at least call torment rights?"
"Yes..." Tara flipped on the projector as last night's events began to spool out on the wall.
"To Roger!" Benny said, lifting the champagne bottle. "May his career be blessed with many screaming fan girls," Collins added, resulting in mass peals of laughter.
"Wait- I thought you said you didn't have anything to drink," Mark pointed out, as the image did show Tara having a glass with the rest of them.
"It was just champagne, I didn't have any hard shit, like the rest of you."
"Define hard shit." Tara sank down into the couch, smiling.
"Ow ow ow ow...." Maureen massaged her temples. This never happened when she went out to the clubs. Now she was sitting on the floor of Benny's apartment, with a fucking hangover??
Benny slammed his bedroom door. "Don't do that!" she yelled.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Nothing, I'm all perky and happy." She shot him a murderous look. "What do you think, ya yuppie scum?"
"Being that I lost all my money, can I really be defined as yuppie anymore?"
"Shut up." Benny smirked at her and then sat down at the stool in front of his shitty keyboard. "When did you get that thing back?" Maureen pulled her legs up to her chest.
"Always had it layin' around somewhere. Alison used to play it, too, y'know."
Maureen smiled. " 'Member Tequila Karaoke Night?"
"Do I ever. You and Mark always cracked me up."
"Hello, Madonna lap-dances always got him hot."
Roger stirred a little. Was that...nah, Mimi wasn't cooking, was she? 'Cuz that sure as hell smelled like bacon to him.
While the thought of breakfast in bed was extremely tempting, Roger wasn't going to be the asshole for once and actually got out of bed to see what was going on.
Unfortunately, that did not include Mimi cooking. She was on the couch, looking like she did get up, but just had fallen asleep there. Dave was cooking, with Collins complimenting him every five seconds.
"Come on, it's just too much. I've got a noon class AND I have papers to grade for tomorrow."
Dave laughed. "A little longer, Tom, please. You can grade your papers here, you know that, right?"
"Do you really think I'll be able to get any work done?" Collins picked up his bag. "Look, I'll probably be home a little later if I wanna finish this crap."Dave pouted, until Collins whispered something that Roger would probably NOT wanted to have heard, although he knew what they were talking about (fuck, he did almost every night with Meems).
Dave giggled. "Okay, I'll see you later," he said, pecking Collins on the cheek.
"Rog!" Collins finally noticed that he was alive and breathing. "Great last night. I never thought you would be able to pull it off. At least without the smack."
"Shut up, Weed-Man."
Collins bit his lip a little. "I'll see you guys tonight, okay?" He hurried off before Roger or Dave could say anything else.
Rog looked back at the other gay man. "Great show, Rog!" Dave chirped.
However, before Roger could say anything else, someone downstairs started screaming. Okay, it was more like yelling. To be even more specific, it sounded like Mark yelling, "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!!?!"
"What the hell did happen last night?" Benny asked, handing Mo a glass of orange juice.
"Do you think I have any idea?" She sipped her drink, and then nearly slammed it down. "Oh, shit, Alex!"
"So that's who that was." Benny dug out a little slip of paper. "She wanted to give this to you."
Maureen grabbed it from Benny's still-possibly-greedy-little fingers and scanned it quickly.
Mo-
Sorry that I left you there last night, but I didn't want you freaking out at me in the morning. Don't worry, I think you'll be okay with Benny.
Call me when you get back home, 'kay?
Love,
Alexis.
"No fuckin' way," Roger said. He, along with Mimi (who was not happy that Mark woke her up from her little cat nap) and Dave were standing in Mark and Tara's apartment, watching the film of last night. In particular, one of the more...romantic scenes, so to speak.
"You think Alex knows?" Dave asked.
"Fuck, she'll be the next victim," Mark said, "although Mo was never drunk when she cheated on me."
"Can I ask you guys one thing?" Mimi said, "Why the fuck were you at Benny's last night?"
"Booze," Mark and Dave replied.
"Can't blame them there, babe." Roger shrugged sheepishly after Mimi gave him her murdering stare.
"Well, hate him, or not," Dave said, "I've never seen Maureen as the type who would go after Benny?"
"She was drunk," Tara re-iterated.
"They still made out! The camera does not lie!"
Bel pushed the door open. "Thanks for letting me stay the night, Paul."
"No problem. So...your sister's boyfriend's some big rock star now, or what?"
"I'm not even associating with her."
"Ah." Paul looked around the loft. "Say, where's the shit-can?"
"That way, first door on the left." She threw her jacket into the corner.
While Tara and Maureen had extended an offer to go and see Roger's show, Bel choose to decline. It was one thing that she almost killed Mimi earlier yesterday, and really, she couldn't stand seeing her get all cozy with some idiot who banged her up. So Bel opted for the usual: a night out with her friends. Paul was even nice enough to let stay the night at his place, a great apartment in Upper Manhattan.
"Don't they ever clean in there?" Paul asked, slamming the door.
"You would think, with two fags living here." No offense to Collins or Dave, Bel loved them both to death, but Paul wasn't exactly about to stand with them to shout "We're here, we're queer, get over it!"
"All right. I gotta meet some guys up in town today. You gonna be okay?"
"Uh-huh. Can I stay over again if I gotta?"
"Sure thing, babe." He kissed her. "I'll talk to ya later."
Bel flopped down on the couch after he left and stretched out. Nap time. Maybe if Mimi came back, she wouldn't be to pissed with her...
Unfortunately, Bel had just started to fall asleep when someone started knocking at the door. "God damn it." She got up and threw it open. "What-" almost came out but her breath caught in her throat.
"Alex!" Maureen squealed. "I'm so sorry, honey, Benny and I were catching up on old times."
"It's okay, Mo, I understand. So, is everything patched up between everyone?"
"Not really. As they say, how can you leave the past behind?"
"Yeah, I guess. So, you two are fine now?"
"Yes. I've always been okay with Benny. Except for what happened around Christmas a couple of years ago, but other than that...What's wrong, Pookie?"
"Nothing. I'll be over around nine tonight, okay?"
"Fine." Maureen hung up the phone. What the fuck was Alex talking about anyway?
"Come on, Rog, it'll be a perfect revenge! We can finally get Benny back!" Mimi pleaded.
"Go ahead, if you wanna piss off Mo. I'm not gonna have anything to do with it." Roger smiled a little.
"You are so much fun." Mimi turned the knob to the loft. "Bel? You home?"
"Yes..." Bel's voice drifted out from the kitchen.
"What is it with you two?" Roger said, stepping back a little to avoid another Mimi rampage, "You and Bel go from like pissed to okay, in like two seconds."
Mimi shot him the finger as she headed over to the kitchen to apologize to Bel. Only she stopped dead when she saw who else was in there with her little sister.
"Hello, Michela. I see you're doing very well."
Mimi's eyes drifted from Bel back to their guest. "Curtis. It's nice to see you, as well."
Roger definitely felt the tension going on in the kitchen. Knowing from complete personal experience of what may happen to him (and quite possibly Dave) if he even got involved, he grabbed his remaining roomie and dragged him down to the Life.
"What the hell is going on, Rog?"
"Trust me, if you don't want to be castrated, you better come with me."
AN: Hee hee hee... Benny and Maureen-ness. Not that they'll be hooking up or anything, but hey, I got a massive overload of Taye over the weekend, and I HAD to do it. : ))) That and Tequila Karaoke Night...Can't you just see them all drunk? No wonder they have so many problems... Anyways, why the hell is Curtis there??!!
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