Roger had been living in New York for almost 4 months now, and he absolutely loved it. For the first time in his life he actually felt free. His band would play maybe one or two gigs a week, but other than that they just did whatever, and whoever they wanted.

Lets face it, Roger was just too good looking. He could pick up any girl, in any bar, on any given night, and get her back up to the loft. Ok, so he did have to be as high as possible before he would actually have sex, but that was beside the point. He still got more ass than a toilet seat.

And he hadn't talked to Mark since that night. That night that he had kissed him. That stupid kiss that meant absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. It was stupid. It never happened.

Roger sighed as he swished his drink around a few more times before drinking down the rest of it. (Gotta love fake ID's!) He turned and scanned the various groups of people who were sitting down, or dancing, or whatever. Nothing exciting. He turned back around and ordered another drink.

Roger came here a lot. It was cheap, dark, and plenty of really easy girls who were willing to go home with him after less than a minute of conversation.

As he was thinking this one such girl sat down next to him and flashed him a smile. She had this short, platinum blonde hair that reflected the faint blue light that was pulsating behind them. He recognized her, she's been in here before. Maybe he took home one of her friends?

"I'm April." She said over the music.

"Roger."

"I've seen you here before, you come here a lot."

"That I do. My band's played here before a few times."

"You're in a band? That's really hot."

"Yeah. We're called The Well Hungarians."

"The Well Hungarians? Is that implying something?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"You live around here?"

"Uh huh, about 2 blocks away."

"Then lets go." She said standing up and grabbing his hand.

"Hold on." Roger laughed. He'd done it again. He dropped a few dollars on the bar and then followed…April, out into the cold January night.

A few minutes later they were back at the loft and in Roger's room where April had him pinned up against the door while she kissed him. She began to pull him toward the bed.

"One second." He said breaking away from her. He pulled a small bag of white powder out of his pocket and went over to his dresser. He dumped some of it out and used his ID to make it into a perfect line. He leaned over and snorted it up into his nose. He then leaned his head back for a second and then looked at April.

"Want some?"

"No, just come on." She said reaching out and pulling him into bed with her.

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A few weeks later Roger sat on the couch playing his guitar and watching April walk back and forth across the loft trying to find her clothes for work.

She'd actually stuck around. Most of the girls Roger brought home were gone by the morning, so he wasn't surprised when he woke up and she wasn't laying next to him. He was surprised when he found her sitting with Maureen, Scotty's girlfriend, drinking coffee and laughing. He was pretty annoyed at first. He liked never having to see any of the girls again.

She eventually left, but called again the next day. And the day after that. Roger did give in and saw her again, and again, and again. She genuinely seemed to like Roger for some reason. She didn't mind any of his annoying habits, his sloppiness, or the fact that he had to do a line of coke before they could have sex. None of it bothered her. He found comfort in that, and decided that having her around might not be that bad. It's nice having someone care about you.

The phone rang, bringing Roger out of his thoughts. He reached over and grabbed it, he hated letting the phone ring.

"Hello?"

"Roger?"

"Mark?"

"Yeah."

"Where'd you get this number?"

"From your grandma. Did you not want me to call-"

"No. No I just," Roger said cutting him off. "I just, never expected you to call. What's up?"

"Well uh, you know how you said that your apartment was really big?"

"Yeah."

"Well…see, I'm kind of…I have to leave school, and I don't want to go home, and I don't know anywhere else that I could go."

"Why do you have to leave?"

"Because my dad stopped paying when he found out what I changed my major to, and he refuses to pay again until I do something different…and I'm not going to, so I need a place to stay. I have to be off campus in 3 days."

"Uh, yeah. Sure, you can stay here. I don't care. Scotty just moved in with his girlfriend so, I guess you can have his old room."

"Alright. Awesome. I have some stuff to take care of, but I'll call you tomorrow or something."

"Ok, I um, guess I'll see you in a few days then."

"Yeah, later." Mark said before hanging up the phone.

"Who was that?" April asked sitting down next to Roger and pulling one of her shoes on.

"My friend Mark." He said leaning back, completely caught off guard by his call.

"Who the hell's that?"

"Squinty blonde kid Roger used to do his homework with." Brian said from somewhere behind April and Roger. Roger was unaware that he was even in the room.

"He's leaving school and needs a place to stay, can he stay here?" Roger asked turning around.

"I don't give a shit." Brian said going back into his room and slamming the door.

"Well, I guess we have a new roomie."

"We? You don't live here."

"I know, but still. I have to go, I'll see you later." She said before leaning over and giving Roger a kiss.

"Bye." He said watching her get up and leave the loft.