The 1st one is for Elizabeth Theresa who totally guessed what I was going to do w/ my breakfast prompt (post Guys Night Out! lol) and the 2nd one is some Mimi/Mark friendship fluff for ya. Enjoy!

Dru

56. Breakfast

"I can't believe he drank so much," Angel sighed. She was in Roger and Mark's kitchen with Mimi who was positioned on the counter. It was the morning after the infamous 'Guys Night Out' which quickly turned into a 'Collins-Mark night out' when Mimi stole Roger from the alley outside the Cat Scratch Club. Mimi offered a gentle shrug.

"Well it was a guys night out. Maybe he just got a little carried away trying to be Mark's coach in the dating scene." Angel laughed a little.

"True enough. He has been a little tense lately."

"See? I know Collins is one who knows how to handle his alcohol."

"Mimi Marquez you better not be sitting on the counter when I get in there!" Mark's voice yelled grumpily from the living room. Mimi quickly hopped down.

"Someone's cranky," Angel commented as Mark came into the kitchen, his eyes squinting in the sudden brightness.

"And hung-over," Mimi mumbled.

"How went last night?" Angel asked, stirring some sort of batter in a bowl. Mark slunk into a chair and rested his elbows on the table, wasting no time burying his face into his hands. He groaned.

"It was awful. There were Mimi's everywhere...,"

Mimi hit him the arm and he glared at her. "I was about to say that there were Mimi's everywhere but they weren't sweet and gentle with me! They were provocative and all over me!" Mimi giggled and sat down next to him.

"Mark, that's what dancers do. It's their job."

"But you don't do that do you?" Mark asked, slightly horrified.

"Of course I do that. It's my job too." Mark moaned again and re-buried his face into his hands.

"Okay you drunk," Angel teased. "Make yourself useful and get the other drunk and Roger for breakfast." Mark got up slowly, wobbling a bit before shuffling out of the kitchen.

"It smells good in here," Roger was first to enter, his arms over his head in full stretch. Mimi took advantage of the split second to attach herself close to him.

"It should!" Angel joked, setting a plate of pancakes down in the middle of the table as Roger let his hands rest on the small of Mimi's back.

"I haven't had pancakes in a million years," Mimi yawned against Roger's chest. She knew some post-breakfast snuggling was definitely in order.

"Mmmm pancakes," Collins came into the kitchen, followed by a still wobbly Mark. He gave Angel a kiss and sat down with her on one end of the table, Mimi, Mark, and Roger on the other.

"So Mark," Roger took a pancake. "How was the 'guys' night out'?" All Roger got in reply was a low groan.

"Let's just say…you won't be finding me at the Cat Scratch Club any more often then you would have before the 'guys' night out' occurred." Roger smirked.

"You do know the perfect remedy for a hang-over right?"

"Lemon water or something?" Mark guessed. Roger only smiled smugly.

"I wonder if Maureen would like to come over for some pancakes…,"

80. Why?

Mark was hurriedly shoving random camera components into a bag. He was late for a film festival he had been invited to a few months ago. He was definitely not in a playful mood or even a pleasant one for that matter. And of course another person occupied the otherwise empty loft…

"Mark?"

"What?"

"What are you doing?"

"Not now Mimi," Mark grumbled shoving a shoe on his foot only to find out it was on the wrong foot.

"Why not now?"

"Damn," Mark cursed softly as he kicked his foot free of the shoe, plopping down on the couch.

"Hey!" Mimi scolded. "Why don't you want to stay here with me?"

"Remember that film festival I was invited to a couple months back?"

"That's today?"

"Yes it's today!" Mark got up, his shoes now on the right feet. Mimi sighed.

"Why do have to go to this one? You go to one like every other week!"

"It's a good learning experience," was Mark's settled reply.

"Why?"

"Quit asking me so many questions!" Mark went into the kitchen, aggravated, still looking for lost camera parts. Mimi smirked and followed him.

"Why?"

"Why what?" Mark checked in a few drawers.

"Why do I have to stop asking you so many questions?"

"Because I'm going to be late!" Mark cried, pushing past her to get back to the living room.

"Why?"

"Mimi! Stop it!"

"Why?"

"Please?" Mark begged, slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder. "Where'd I put my keys?" Mimi failed to stifle her guilty giggle. "Where are the keys Mimi?" She shrugged.

"Dunno."

"Mimi, I need the keys to get back into the loft. Where are they?" Mark asked his tone serious. "I can't leave without them." Mimi only giggled again.

"So don't leave!" Mark sighed. He knew Mimi didn't like being left alone. Roger wouldn't be back for a few hours left. And to completely and utterly honest, he enjoyed the time they were alone where she could bounce stupid questions off of him and he could have the knowledge that he was part of her comfort zone. He decided not to go. Only half his camera was in his bag anyway. But he couldn't help but have his own fun as Mimi repeated her plea. "Don't leave." Mark smiled and pushed her, playfully over on the couch.

"Why?"