No Day But Today
DISCLAIMER: I do not own RENT or anything affiliated with it.
"Roger, be quiet. You'll wake everyone up!" Mimi tried to whisper, giggling as Roger kissed her neck. She kissed him back and pulled him further into the loft. The began kissing again, Roger pulling her closer to him.
"You're the one who should be quiet," he replied, before kissing her so she couldn't reply. They were still standing there as the door to Mark's room opened and Liz came out, wearing one of Mark's shirts. She crossed the room silently and went into the bathroom as Mimi pulled away from the kiss. "What?"
"Was that who I think it was?" she asked, smiling.
"Who?"
"The woman who just walked out of Mark's room. Wearing nothing but his shirt and boxers," she replied. Roger turned and looked at the door, trying to see if Mark was inside.
"I didn't see her. Is he even in there?" Roger asked, pulling away from her. He walked closer to the couch, only to see an unfamiliar lump. "Now that wasn't there before," he said, being as loud as possible. Without warning, he sat down on top of the lump, causing Mark to groan in his sleep. "He's on the couch," he replied, not moving.
"That's so sweet," Mimi said, coming over and sitting in Roger's lap with a mischievous smile.
"God, Roger, you gained weight or something?" Mark asked, still half asleep. He attempted to push the two of them off, but gave up when he couldn't. "Get up, please," he muttered, still not opening his eyes.
"Your girlfriend is in your room and you're out here on the couch?" Roger asked.
"She isn't my girlfriend," Mark replied.
"Yet," Mimi told him. He opened his eyes and looked up at the two bodies residing on top of his legs.
"Guys, get off and let me sleep," he said. They obliged and he sat up, pushing back the blanket he'd been using and unwittingly letting them see just how thin he'd gotten.
"Shit, Mark. You look like you've lost more weight," Roger said.
"Haven't been hungry," Mark replied, standing up and walking to the bathroom door. Finding it locked, he leaned against the wall and waited silently.
"You look sick."
"I'm fine, Rog. Just drop it, okay?"
Mark opened the fridge, looking for some milk. "Hey, Collins, where did all this food come from?" he asked.
"I dunno. I thought you bought it," Collins replied. Mark scratched his head as he pulled out a carton of orange juice and poured some over his Frosted Flakes, since they didn't have any milk. "That right there is just plain fucking sick." Mark took a bite.
"It would be better with grape juice," Mark replied, eating another bite. Collins just shook his head and went back to the stack of papers he was grading. Roger silently walked out and into the kitchen, glancing in Mark's bowl as he went for one of his own. As he finished pouring his cereal, he did a double take and looked back into the bowl.
"What the fuck?"
"We're out of milk," Mark replied, eating the cereal anyway. Roger started laughing. "It isn't that funny."
"That looks so fucking disgusting," Roger laughed.
"It isn't that bad," Mark said, walking away and shaking his head. He grabbed his coat and slipped on his shoes before going out onto the fire escape to eat. Roger followed him shortly, after deciding that Frosted Flakes just weren't good dry and pouring some OJ on his own.
"You're right, it is pretty good," he said, sitting down next to Mark with his legs crossed. They watched the traffic going down Avenue B for a while. "Listen, I'm sorry about the Mom thing, man. And for trying to act like your mom."
"It's okay," Mark replied, drinking the leftover juice out of his bowl.
"No, it isn't. I was an ass."
"You were trying to make a joke. I should be apologizing for being such a baby about it," Mark said.
"You had every right to be hurt, Mark."
"You did buy this food, right?" Mark asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah. I got paid last night, figured we needed something in the fridge," Roger said. "Besides, tips alone could cover our grocery bill. Once they're good and drunk, they don't tend to notice how much money they're leaving."
"Too busy watching your girlfriend dance?" Mark asked. Roger just rolled his eyes and flipped a spoonful of cereal and orange juice at Mark.
"You'd just better not be thinking any dirty thoughts like that, got me?" Roger asked, raising his eyebrows.
A/n: I've been wanting to make them have a cereal fight for several chapters… oh, and the orange juice thing… I've never actually done it, but I really want some OJ right now.