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A Pleasure Cruise?

Chapter Two

"How long is this damn plane ride, anyways?" Roger yawned. He was slumped in his seat, a fast-asleep Mark's head on his shoulder. He shifted slightly, causing the film-maker to mumble something about bunny muffins in his sleep.

Collins looked at his friend and rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Rog, the dude on the intercom just said that we're landing in five minutes." Angel, who was hanging on Collins's shoulder, giggled.

"What the fuck?" exclaimed Maureen, starting.

"Ok, so nobody was listening besides me. I knew you guys were overly ADD, but I didn't know you suffered from short-term memory loss." Collins observed sarcastically.

"Actually, Tom, I was listening." Maureen replied. "I just wanted to try being annoying as hell, like Roger!"

Roger sat up, raising one eyebrow at her. "Annoying? Well, 'Reen, it was pretty damn annoying when you lived in the loft, and you and Mark used to-"

"No, no, stop! I'll never insult you again! Don't tell them that!" Begged the performer in a pathetic expression of desperation.

"Shit, Mo, I was only joking." Roger smirked. "I won't tell…probably not, anyways." He laughed and the still-sleeping Mark slipped off his shoulder and into his lap. "Now, Mark, my shoulder's okay, but don't you think my lap is going a little too far…although I know I'm too fucking sexy for anyone to resist…" Mark snored, as if in response.

Joanne cut in, "Actually, Roger, you're wrong there." The lawyer said smugly. "And don't embarrass the poor boy while he's sleeping! Look, he's out like a rock- fireworks wouldn't wake him."

Roger, ever-argumentative, "How d'you know? Everybody wakes up during fireworks."

Maureen answered for her girlfriend. "If you'll remember, Marky's slept while sparks were flying between me and you back at the loft, dumbass." She adjusted herself in Joanne's lap. "If the boy can sleep through that much hell let loose, he can sleep through anything, I'm telling you."

"Except maybe you and Jo fighting." Roger shot back at her, laughing. Angel and Collins, meanwhile, were watching this whole conversation back and forth with looks of extreme amusement on their faces, as was Mimi( the poor girl had finally stopped retching and gotten over her plane sickness.)

"Well, don't move him anyways, he'll wake up." Said Collins. "Poor kid doesn't get any sleep at home, he might as well now." He looked out the window. "We're landing!" he added as the plane rolled down the runway.

"Oh." Said Mimi.

"Hm." Said Roger.

"Eh." Said Joanne.

"Meh." Said Maureen.

"HOORAY!" exclaimed Angel cheerfully. The plane jolted to a stop, and Mark suddenly jerked awake.

"Wha…" he mumbled, looking slightly dazed, his glasses dangling off the end of his nose. Roger reached down to shove them back into place.

"Okay, now you can get your head fucking off me." Muttered the guitarist, who looked a bit red. "Collins wouldn't let me move you, that bitch…" Collins, Mark and Roger all laughed.

"Well, the man may be a bitch sometimes, but he's my bitch." Angel told Roger, smiling, with a philosophical air. "Right, honey?"

Now Collins was the one blushing. "Oh…just get off the plane, dammit!"

A/N: I'm veryveryveryvery sorry about the lack of updates for the past, um… two months just about. O.o It won't be that long this time, just a week or two, because I'm pretty busy until Jan. 21st. As always, thanks for reviewing and if there's anything I could improve, please tell me! Thanks! Also- next chapter, I will actually have something HAPPEN. (gasp!) And I will actually start to develop a real plot. This was more of a transition chapter, and I know there wasn't much going on. :3 Well, stay tuned.

Le gra go deo,

Eponine