Hey guys,

I'm sitting here eating carmel filled kisses and trying to decide if I like them or not. Enjoy the fluffiness in the 1st one! The 2nd ones fluffy too. Both Mimi/Roger. It must be a curse or something. Oh well their cute so booya.

Dru

60. Drink

"Please Mimi? Come on baby for me?"

Mimi shook her head, pressing her lips together.

"I don't want to drink any of that stuff!" she moaned. "It looks gross!"

"Just vitamins Mimi," Roger tried again. "Their good for you." Mimi crossed her arms and shook her head again. She was lying on the couch and Roger was knelt down next to her with some protein thing he had found at a drug store on the way home. He knew that at the pace the two of them seemed to be getting sick these days, they would need all the vitamins they could get. He always forgot how stubborn Mimi would get. Just to see if she could push him a little farther this time.

"It's not bad see," Roger took a sip of the goop inside the glass. "Mmmm. Yum…see? Mimi's turn…,"

"No!" Mimi sat up and squirmed away from him. "It's gross!"

"Just a tiny bit?" he begged.

"Nope," Mimi hugged herself tightly. Roger sighed and set the glass on the coffee table.

"Will you at least try some of it later?" he asked. Mimi giggled at the silly pout that he gave her. It would be cruel to let that go un-praised.

"If it'll make you happy," she huffed, taking the glass off of the coffee table and taking a purposely slow sip. He was right. It wasn't that bad. It sort of tasted like that pina colada stuff her and Angel gotten Collins to drink when he had a sore throat. Roger watched Mimi intently waiting for a reaction. She took another sip, longer this time.

"See? Was that so hard?" Roger took the half full glass and set it on the table again. His words somehow sparked a playful bug in her and she jumped on his back, tackling him to the floor.

"Mimi!" he cried.

"What?" she giggled. "It's the drink!" Roger sighed.

"Suuuuure Mimi." He tickled her sides and she let out a happy sort of squeak.

"Blame it all on my drink."

49. Club

"Park?"

"Been there."

"Maureen's show?"

"Seen it."

"My recent footage?"

"Mark!"

It was a lazy Friday night and Collins, Roger, and Mark were sitting around the loft wondering what to do. Collins snapped his fingers.

"Let's go to the Cat Scratch Club. Guys night out?"

"Eh…not much of a 'club' kinda guy," Mark said.

"Rog? You in?" Collins asked.

"Uh," Roger rubbed his neck, staring down at his feet. "I dunno Collins…this is still Mimi's shift."

"So? I thought you didn't mind that she danced?"

"I don't!" Roger said quickly. "It's just…I'd prefer…if I didn't actually have to see her do it."

"Aw come on Roger! You've seen her do it before."

"Yeah when I had no clue who she was!"

"And when you're alone," Mark added smugly.

"That's different!" Roger cried a full blush on his face now. "I just…don't want to watch strangers…watch her you know?" Collins groaned.

"You guys sure know how to ruin a relatively good idea." Mark looked from Collins to Roger then back again. He abruptly stood up.

"Alright I'm in." Roger looked up at him in shock.

"Alright brother Mark's jumped on the band wagon," Collins laughed and clapped Mark on the back. Roger couldn't even fathom the idea of Mark in a club atmosphere. "Come on Roger. It's not a guy's night out if you don't come." Roger groaned.

"But Mimi…,"

"Please?" Roger ran his hand through his tousled hair and sighed very heavily, closing his eyes and picturing Mimi up there on stage.

"Fine…I'll go." And before he knew it they were on their way.

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The air smelled strongly of rain again. Roger had his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat and lagged behind Collins and Mark who were already at the entrance of the club. He couldn't stop thinking about running into Mimi, scantly clad and dancing provocatively in front of complete strangers.

"Are you coming or not?" Collins ushered Roger inside. He groaned. The hot, somewhat suffocating air inside was completely different from the cool, pre-rain air outside. He was soon squished in between a group of middle-aged men who were holding alcohol over their heads and taking long swigs every now and then. Roger somehow managed to slip through a crack and back into the open. He had already lost track of Collins and Mark.

Roger felt terrible. It was like a feeling that he was invading Mimi's privacy by being there, knowing full well it was smack in the middle of her shift.

"Hey there big boy." Roger jumped. A woman he had never seen before had grabbed on to his arm and was gently stroking him.

"Wow," was all Roger could manage as he pulled away.

"What's the matter?" the woman put on a fake pout. "Aren't you here to have a good time?"

"Uh…," Roger stuttered, getting a sudden idea. "Do you know Mimi Marquez?"

"Ah. Have set a preference have you?" the stranger said a tint of hurt in her voice.

"Not exactly…,"

"She's on break," the woman cut him off and slinked away to someone who could give her the sort of reaction she wanted. A small weight was lifted off of Roger's chest. He wondered where he could find her. He did know that standing here wasn't going to get him anywhere. He walked around for about 5 minutes, getting stopped at least 3 times by different woman trying to seduce him. He had trouble picturing his sweet, quiet, perky Mimi going up to complete strangers and doing stuff like that. But, he sighed; apparently that was part of the job. Finally the heat inside got the best of him and he slipped out one of the side doors into an alley.

His lungs welcomed the cold air he filled them with. He leaned up against the cool brick wall and sighed, deciding he might as well go home and pray Collins wasn't traumatizing Mark too bad. But a surprised yelp stopped him.

"Roger!" a flurry of dark hair and a gentle complexion was soon pressed up against his body.

"Mimi?"

"What are you doing here?" Mimi pulled away, a broad grin spread on her face. Roger could smell the sweet Mimi-smell that still lingered on his body.

"Somehow Collins convinced Mark and I to come and have a guys night out."

"Here?" Mimi asked.

"I didn't want to!" Roger was quick to defend. "What are you doing here?"

"Duh! I work here! I come out here now and then to get away from…uh…that," she nodded towards the door Roger had come out of.

"I don't know how you do it," Roger admitted. "In front of all those…guys."

"Awwwwwwwwwww!" Mimi cooed, nestling herself underneath Roger's chin. "Someone's being a lil worried boyfriend."

"Just worried," Roger brought his arms around her waist. "I don't want some punk ass disrespecting you."

"Nah," Mimi replied, taking Rogers hand and starting to lead him out of the alley. A light drizzle had started up. "You know I can handle it." Roger sighed, still holding Mimi from behind and following in her steps down the street, happy to see they were going in the direction of home. He rested his chin on her shoulder.

"I love you Mimi. Sorry if I sound all 'over-protective boyfriend'."

"I think it's cute," Mimi giggled, placing a light kiss on his lips. They were slightly wet from the drizzle of barely-there moisture. "You think you'll come clubbin' more often?"

"Yeah right," Roger smiled, holding her tighter. "I left Mark with Collins." Mimi snorted.

"That should make for interesting breakfast conversation tomorrow!"