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A/N: Hallo, people, here's the second chapter, hope you like it! Review comments/answers are always at the bottom.
A Pleasure Cruise? Chapter Two
"One thousand two-hundred sixty-seven…one thousand two-hundred sixty-eight…one thousand two-hundred sixty-nine…" Mark Cohen counted monotonously. "One thousand two-hundred seventy-"
"Mark, what are you doing?" Angel leaned across Roger to speak to his friend; Mark kept his eyes turned upwards, to the ceiling, while he answered.
"I'm counting the little dots on the ceiling." Roger snorted loudly at this reply, and Mark turned to glare at the guitarist before continuing to count. "One thousand two-hundred seventy-one…one thousand two-hundred seventy-two…" A loud thud from across the aisle interrupted him, as Maureen's suitcase came crashing down on Collins's head. The other six Bohemians winced visibly.
"Owwww!" howled Collins, subsequently shouting a string of rather nasty words while Maureen gathered up her suitcase and secured it in the luggage compartment, apologizing frantically.
"I didn't mean to drop the suitcase on your head!" she insisted. "It was a complete accident! Why would I-"
"Oh, like the time you accidentally threw a pot of scalding hot tea at me?" Roger put in helpfully. Maureen scowled at him and took her seat next to Joanne.
"Yes, Mr. Davis, you are right. That was also an accident. Now, it would be nice if you'd quit being an ass!" Maureen replied haughtily, in true diva fashion. Roger smirked at her, as a voice came over the intercom, announcing that the plane was about to take off and everyone ought to fasten their seatbelts and become familiar with the emergency equipment, lest the plane crash or blow up or anything else of that sort happens.
Roger suddenly looked worried. "Where's Mimi?" The plane had begun to roll down the runway.
To this Angel turned to him and quite calmly said, "Oh, we left her at the airport. Didn't think you would notice." Roger paled. "I'm just kidding, Rog! Damn! You really don't trust us that much?" Angel's words were punctuated by alternating retching and gagging noises coming from the seat in behind him; Angel groaned in response. "Already, Meems?"
"Oh," Collins said uncomfortably "So that's why she wanted to sit by herself." There was an awkward pause.
"Ehhh…." Said Mark, who looked a little bit green himself.
Thankfully, Collins had the sense to change the subject. "Hangman, anyone?" Joanne and Maureen obliged.
"Nah." Said Roger, who had taken out his guitar- and, yes, he brought his guitar with him on the plane- and was strumming it possibly as loudly as he could. Mark gave his roommate a dirty look.
"Honestly," the blonde Jewish boy hissed at Roger, "Are you just trying to attract attention to yourself?" Mark was easily embarrassed, and especially so by Roger and the silly things he did to get attention.
"Maybe." Roger picked absently at the e-string. "Or maybe people just naturally notice me, seeing as I am so fucking sexy…." Mark rolled his eyes.
"Well, could you please stop trying to flaunt your good looks and make a spectacle of yourself? It's highly embarrassing "
Roger took this as a sign that Mark wanted him to be even more humiliating. "Hmm," he said, "This should be fun. The 'Let's-Embarrass-Marky' game!" Roger picked up his suitcase, which he had left under his seat. "You got enough air inside there?" he said, unzipping the side enough to peer in. He turned to Angel. "Yeah, they're still okay!" he said faux-seriously.
"Oh, good." Angel replied, playing along. "Then it hasn't begun to stink yet?"
"No." said Roger. The people who had already been glancing curiously at a guitar-playing passenger were now staring. Some of them looked amused, others just really disturbed. Mark's cheeks were glowing. "Did you stay out in the sun too long, Cohen?" said Roger cheerfully.
Mark merely rolled his eyes, then said, "Was that game of hangman ever actually started?"
"Yes." Joanne called to him from across the aisle. "Maureen took the time to design specific features for the hanged man." Mark leaned over to look; the figure was a black man in a suit, with a nametag that read, 'Hello, my name is Benny'.
"Ingenious." Mark remarked to Maureen, who grinned and twisted around in her seat in order to show the picture to Mimi.
"Hey, Meems, how do you like-"
A retching fit ensued.
"Oh, fuck…never mind."
Mark was starting to look green again- he was the most squeamish of the others- so Mimi excused herself to the lavatory, much to the relief of the passengers sitting across from her. Collins looked at Angel, raising his eyebrows. "Well, darlin', aren't we off to a good start."
"Just what I was thinking, honey."
"I hate planes. I hate planes. I hate planes. I haaaaaaaaaaaate plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanes!" Maureen finished off her song, then turned to her girlfriend. "There, Joanne. I did just what you said, sweetie: I did something productive, right? I wrote a song. Happy now?"
Joanne rolled her eyes at her lover as she replied sarcastically, "Yes, and what an original song it is, too. 'I Hate Planes'. I'm sure nobody will ever guess where the title came from, seeing as it's the SINGLE phrase, repeated over and over for twenty minutes to the tune of 'Jingle Bells'-"
Maureen glared back at Joanne. "Oh, please! Don't you have a sense of humour? You never take any of my jokes lightly."
"If that joke is referring to a condom in my purse, no I don't." muttered the lawyer. This time it was Maureen who rolled her eyes.
"See! She has no sense of humour! None at all!" she proclaimed to no-one in particular besides the luggage compartment and the seats.
Mark had taken out his camera and begun to film as he narrarated: "Oh, yes, I remember the little 'jokes' that dear Mo played on me, too. You're not alone, Joanne- there was the joke that involved getting me, Collins, Roger, and Benny drunk and trying to seduce us all and have a…five-some. Then there was the one about telling Benny all the details of our sex life. Then-"
"Oh, Marky, you're exaggerating!" exclaimed Maureen. "It wasn't really all that-"
"Am I exaggerating when I remember the time that you forced me to get dressed up in a dress and heels, because you said it was for Roger's birthday, to give him a laugh, and then you sent the pictures to my Mom with a note telling her that he son had turned to cross-dressing. Oh, ha ha. What a joke that was."
"Well…" Maureen rolled her eyes. "Okay, Mark, you win. Damn, how do you remember all that stuff, anyways?"
"Believe me, you would remember, too, if the joke was on you."
"Would I?"
The others winced, seeing another argument coming on. Roger sighed, and, putting his Fender down, he folded his arms behind his head. "This is goin' to be a hell of a long plane ride, isn't it?"
-finis chapter-
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