Disclaimer: All Larson's and whoever invented this drinking game. I also don't own "Smoke on the Water".

Sorry, sorry, sorry! I know that took forever. I write at night (except for today. Thanks for pushing me, volitaire!) and the last two nights I've been doing something. So, now I'm writing during the day to get this out because I'm way behind. Sorry, enjoy! Thanks to all who reviewed! You make me happy!

Anyway, here's the mature part. Lots of talk about sex and other such things.

The door to the loft slid open.

"SURPRISE!"

"AAAHHH!" Maureen and Joanne both jumped. This confused Mark greatly. Maureen and Joanne had both known that they were going to a surprise party (especially Maureen). However, it's different even when one already knows about it and when one walks into a room and their five best friends jump out and scream at them. Mark believed that to be why.

As Mark continued to film (he had grabbed his camera and jumped out with it already running, so as to best catch Maureen's expression. He wanted to see how good an actress shereally was.), Maureen began to gush and thank everyone for the party. She hugged each of them in turn, especially Mark and Roger.

"Thank you guys SOOOOOOO much! This is such a wonderful surprise!" Mark, Roger, and Joanne all looked at each other with a knowing gaze. When the hugs were finished, Maureen immediately skipped over to the presents.

"Maureen! Cake first, please?" Joanne cried. Maureen pouted slightly, but Joanne had caught on to her game by now. Of course, Mark pointing it out when they had first met had helped a lot.

"Oh, fine, Pookie!" Maureen giggled and ran over to the cake. The rest followed her. Mimi pulled out the candles and placed them on top of the cake, while Roger went behind her to light them. Collins hummed and everyone started the traditional birthday song.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday to Maureen! Happy birthday to you!" As they sang, Roger and Collins put in some interesting snores and things between the individual "Happy birthday" lines. Maureen smiled and giggled, then when the chorus of voices finished, she blew out all the candles in one breath.

"Yay!" Several of the bohemians shouted.

"That's Maureen, she always was good at blowing." Mark replied. Maureen reached over and smacked his head, and Joanne did the same.

"Ow! I'm being attacked!" Mark yelped.

"Serves you right, Mr. Crude." Maureen answered. Mark rolled his eyes and kept filming. Roger and Angel walked over to the couch while Collins and Mimi began to cut and distribute the pieces of cake. Mark zoomed in on Maureen's face as she watched her cake disappear.

"Maureen Johnson, 24 today, giggling excitedly over her chocolate cake while Mimi and Collins do all the work." Maureen playfully slapped his arm.

"It's my birthday, I don't have to help."

"You never help, Maureen."

"Shut up, Collins! How many times did I clean this loft when I was living with you, Mark, Benny, and Roger?"

"Touché." Mimi laughed and took a piece of cake to Roger. He smiled and kissed her. She walked back to the table and handed a piece to Mark, then got one for herself. She walked back to the couch and sat in Roger's lap.

"Meems! C'mon, I'm eating!" Mimi continued to sit, eating her own slice of cake. Roger sighed, but Mark could tell that he was joking. Mark knew that Roger would rather slice off his guitar playing hand than make Mimi move at this moment in time.

Mark sat his piece of cake down to do a pan of the room. By now, everyone was seated with a piece of cake. Roger, Mimi, Collins, and Angel were on the couch, while Joanne and Maureen were on the floor. And Mark was, as usual, alone with his camera.

But he pushed those thoughts out of his head. At this moment in time, everyone was happy. Collins and Angel were together, always happy. Angel had been getting sicker, but nothing could keep the sweet drag queen from being with her man. And Mark had a feeling that if Angel wasn't with Collins, things would be very different for her.

Mimi was still on Roger's lap. She was feeding him a piece of her cake. They hadn't been fighting recently, which was rare. Mark took that to be caused by the lack of Benny presence in the last couple of weeks. So, Roger wasn't jealous and Mimi was happy that Roger wasn't jealous.

Joanne and Maureen were on the ground, laughing. Mark knew that they always fought, but he also knew that they were just happy to be together. Joanne hadn't suspected Maureen of anything in the last 24 hours, and Maureen was Maureen. She was happy unless there was an immediate reason to be sad.

Mark smiled at all of his friends, cheerful himself because he was in the presence of those he loved the most. He was happy that they were happy. Mark knew that this moment in time where they were completely together and completely…serene wasn't going to last long. But he was able to capture this moment on film, and that was all that mattered. He—

"Mark! Put the camera down and bring my presents!" Maureen's voice shattered his thoughts. But, he obliged. The moment was still there, but he didn't need to record it for the time being. He put his camera down and grabbed his cake and a couple of Maureen's gifts.

Mark sat down beside Joanne, putting the threesome in a slight circle/triangle. He began to hand Maureen her gifts in the middle of bites of cake. Maureen unwrapped each gift, starting with Mimi's. Mimi had given Maureen a set of furry handcuffs.

"Ooh, Joanne, look how much fun we can have NOW!" Maureen squealed.

"I thought that was going to be my gift, Meems," Roger said pitifully.

Mimi laughed and said, "Don't worry. I have something else for you," which Roger immediately smiled at.

Mark shook his head and handed Maureen another present, this one from Collins and Angel. They gave her a set of shot glasses, which excited Maureen greatly. The next gift was from Joanne, a pair of earrings that Maureen said she had been dying for. Next was Roger's gift, which was surprisingly good. Most people when they first meet Roger think he wouldn't be one to give good gifts, but he had surprisingly good taste. Roger had given Maureen a picture frame, with a black and white photo of the New York skyline. Maureen immediately loved it. The last gift was from Mark, and it was a journal. Mark knew that Maureen had always had journals and diaries. She was very meticulous about writing her day down. She had a theory that each day was important, even if nothing happened, because the day had happened. Maureen didn't seem like it, but she was actually very philosophical. Mark suspected that was one of the reasons Joanne loved her.

All the gifts had been given, and as soon as Maureen put her journal into its bag, Collins grabbed what was left of the vodka that he, Mark, and Roger hadn't devoured a little while ago.

"As much fun as this has been, it is time to truly celebrate Maureen's birthday." He shook the bottle and walked over to the cabinets to get out a few shot glasses. When he returned, he began pouring out the vodka, while Roger (who had finally managed to get Mimi off his legs, which he did by complaining that they were getting numb) poured the rum. Mimi grabbed her tequila, which caused Angel to immediately ask for some.

As Collins and Roger were pouring, Maureen's mind was racing, and she suddenly shouted, "Hey! Let's play a drinking game!"

"What kind of a drinking game?" Mark asked.

"Umm…how about this one! It's sort of like "Spin the Bottle, but it's Truth or Dare!" Everyone looked confused.

"I don't know that one, Mo," Roger said.

"That's because I just made it up, silly! You sit in a circle and you spin the bottle. Whoever it lands on has to pick truth or dare. Then, the spinner either asks them a question or has them do something. If the person the bottle landed on doesn't want to answer or do the dare, he has to take a shot! The loser is whoever passes out first!"

"Sounds fun. Everyone want to play?" Roger asked. Everyone nodded in agreement. Mark was ecstatic. A way to get drunk fast.

Roger and Collins finished the shot glasses and everyone sat down in a circle. Mimi had grabbed the now empty bottle of Stoli and sat it in the middle.

"Who wants to go first?"

"I will! I'm the birthday girl!"

"Okay, spin!"

Maureen spun the bottle and it landed on Roger.

"Yay, Roger! Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Okay," Maureen thought for a second.

"I'm going to go easy on you since we just started. Go get your guitar and play something besides Musetta's Waltz."

Roger scrunched up his nose. He hated people ragging on him about that. Musetta's Waltz helped him think. But he obliged. He got up and crossed the room, picked up his guitar and brought it back. He sat down and began to play the riff to "Smoke on the Water". He finished and everyone clapped, especially Maureen. Then he took a shot of Stoli for the hell of it.

"Okay, Roger, your turn," Maureen said.

Roger spun the bottle and it landed on Mark. Roger grinned evilly. Mark groaned.

"Truth or dare, Marky?" He said in a sing-song voice.

Mark glared at him. "Truth."

"Darn! Fine. Hmm…how old were you when you lost your virginity?"

Mark's eyes opened in fear. "No, Roger! You already know that, anyway!"

"I seem to have forgotten. C'mon! Either answer or take a shot!" Mark looked down at his shot glass. If he didn't answer, they'd probably ask him later. He decided to just go ahead and spill.

Mark mumbled the answer.

"What was that? So we ALL can hear!"

"Nineteen." Mark said through gritted teeth.

There was a collective gasp around the room, while Roger roared with laughter and nearly fell over. Mimi had to grab his shoulder. Mark turned beet red.

"It's okay, Mark. That's a very respectable age," Angel said to cheer him up.

"Thanks, Angel."

"Well, it's your turn, so spin!" Maureen was dying to keep the game moving.

Mark spun and it landed on Mimi.

"Okay, Meems, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What in the world do you see in Roger?"

"Hey!"

Mimi laughed. She reached for her shot glass.

"HEY!"

Mimi laughed again. "Just kidding, sweetie. Hmm…what do I see in Roger? He's very sweet when he wants to be. He's loyal. He's fun to be around. Great kisser. Great in bed—" To which Collins humphed and muttered, "In bed? You mean everywhere in this loft with you two," to which Roger replied, "As if you and Angel are any different."

Mimi ignored their comments and continued. "He's a good guy. And he's all mine!" With that comment, she wrapped her arms around him and Roger kissed the top of her head, then her lips. Mimi suddenly whipped her head back and said, "Oh, and he's really sexy. Did I mention that?" Mark rolled his eyes.

"Mimi, it's your turn."

Mimi unwrapped herself from around Roger and spun the bottle. It landed on Maureen.

"Okay, Maureen. Truth or dare?"

"Dare!"

"Okay…"her eyes went around the circle. They landed on Mark and immediately lit up. "Make out with Mark." Mark's eyes widened and his mouth immediately opened to protest.

However, opening his mouth was the last thing he should have done. Maureen was immediately on him, her mouth fully pressed on his. They made out, but Joanne pulled her away.

"Yeah, that's enough." Maureen giggled. Mark gasped for air and glared at Mimi.

"Okay, that wasn't nice! Daring my ex-girlfriend to make out with me in front of her girlfriend ISN'T NICE!" Mimi laughed.

"Don't take it so seriously. Mo, it's your turn."

Maureen gleefully spun the bottle and it landed on Collins.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"When was the last time you were with a woman? Angel doesn't count when she's in drag!" Collins thought. Then he took a shot of Stoli.

"Not because I don't want to answer, because I don't remember!" Maureen laughed crazily while the others giggled. Everyone was becoming drunker by the second, especially Angel, Roger, Collins, and Joanne, who kept taking shots when they weren't called upon. The liquor supplies began to slowly decrease as the night wore on. They continued the game, as Collins spun to Angel, Angel spun to Joanne, and Joanne spun to Roger.

"Truth or dare, Roger."

"Da-Truth." He changed after seeing Mimi's look. Apparently, Mimi wanted him to do a truth.

"Okay. Have you ever had sex with any of your close friends?" Everyone suddenly looked to Joanne. They weren't expecting her to ask a sexual question.

Roger narrowed his eyes. "Maureen in high school. We dated for a couple of months."

Mark looked at Roger. "You never told me that."

"Did I need to?"

"Well, I…"

"Nevermind. Roger, spin!" Collins immediately jumped in. They were NOT going to do this now.

Roger took a shot of Stoli, then spun, landing on Angel.

"Truth or dare, Angel."

"Dare."

"Okay…" Evil Roger was back again.

"Make out with Mark's camera."

Mark, Angel, and Collins were horrified.

"You can't do that to her!"

"You can't do that to me!"

"You can't do that to my camera!"

Everyone looked at Mark, who blushed.

"What? It's not like my camera wants to be made out with."

Angel shook her head and took a shot. Roger was too drunk at the moment to notice what he had said.

"Okay, Angel, you spin."

Angel spun to the middle of Mimi and Joanne.

"Who is it?" Mimi asked.

"How about we both go on a dare?" Joanne said.

"That sounds fine."

"Okay…"Angel smiled. Collins, Roger, and alcohol were beginning to rub off on her.

"Joanne, feel up Mimi." Joanne and Mimi's mouths both dropped open.

"Angel, how drunk are you?" Mimi asked. Angel was her best friend, and she never would have suspected something like that to come out of her mouth.

"Very! Now, either do a shot or feel up Mimi."

"You have been hanging out with these bad influences too much." Mimi said.

Joanne looked at her shot glass. She was mulling it over in her mind. She was extremely drunk, so honestly another shot wasn't going to be that bad. On the other hand, Maureen was right here, and she wondered what her reaction would be to Joanne being with another woman. Just to see how she would react. Joanne shrugged and reached over. She felt up Mimi.

Mimi's eyes widened in surprise. She figured that Joanne would have taken the shot. Joanne pulled back and looked at Maureen. Maureen cheered.

"Good job!" Joanne's mouth dropped open again.

"You aren't in the least bit jealous?"

"Hell no. I know that I've got you always and forever. And it's nice to see you loosen up, Pookie!"

Joanne sighed. There was no getting through to that woman of hers.

Roger on the other hand, merely pouted.

"That's not fair! My girlfriend got felt up!"

Mimi laughed and told him not to worry about it.

"Who spins now?"

"You do it. I just did."

"Okay."

Mimi spun to Mark, who took a shot because he refused to tell them when the first time he got drunk was, then Mark spun to Maureen, who acted on the dare to dial a random number off of her head on the telephone. She did, but the number didn't exist. The game continued on, Maureen to Collins, Collins to Mark, Mark to Roger, Roger to Joanne, Joanne to Maureen, Maureen to Angel, Angel to Mimi, then Mimi to Angel again, then Angel to Mark. She was about to ask him a question, but suddenly Mark keeled over. Everyone turned to look at him. He had passed out.

"Wow. I guess the game's over." Maureen said.

"Yeah. Mark lost!" Mimi answered.

"And Collins and Roger don't appear far behind," Joanne said. She was right. Collins and Roger were giggling maniacally at Mark, passed out peacefully on the floor. Roger took another shot.

"You know, you aren't supposed to take shots when it isn't your turn," Mimi said to him.

Roger looked at her, then burst into giggles. "So?"

Mimi rolled her eyes. "Okay, let's get these three men to bed. They're going to need it." She reached over and put Roger's arm around her neck, and gently pulled him up.

"Mmph! Baby, you're heavy!"

"Where are we going? Neverland?"

"Yes, sweetie, we're going to Neverland."

"Yay!" Mimi guided Roger to his room and got him into bed.

"Okay, go to sleep, Roger."

"I thought we were going to Neverland."

"When you go to sleep, you'll wake up in Neverland!"

"Mmmkay." Roger's eyes were already starting to close.

Mimi walked out and saw Maureen lifting Mark up.

"Isn't it sad? He's so little, I can lift him…" Suddenly Mark's weight nearly pulled her down.

Joanne laughed. "Drunks are heavier when they're passed out."

Collins and Angel were still sitting on the floor, watching the three women take care of things. Joanne helped Maureen get Mark to his room and Mimi walked over to Collins and Angel.

"Okay, you two, time to sleep."

Collins shook his head, but Angel nodded hers.

"Baby, I don't want to go to sleep."

"It's time to sleep."

"Okay." Collins allowed himself to get taken to the couch. Angel got him to lie down, then lay herself down next to him. Mimi smiled, glad that Angel could her alcohol better than her lover.

Now that Angel and Collins were asleep on the couch (or nearly asleep), Mimi looked around the room. She herself was drunk, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she needed to get to sleep. Joanne and Maureen walked out of Mark's room to Mimi.

"I think we need to take our own advice and go to sleep." Maureen giggled and swayed slightly.

"I giggle think that's a good idea."

"Okay, well, we'll go on back to our apartment! Bye Mimi!" Joanne called. Joanne wasn't much of a drunk, but when she did get drunk, she got louder, while Maureen got silly. Mimi also believed that Joanne was interested in trying out those handcuffs.

"Let's go, baby!"

"Bye you two. Happy birthday, Maureen." Mimi called.

Maureen waved behind her back.

"Heehee. Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to Maureen-" They were gone. Mimi smiled, then swayed and held on to the table for support.

"Okay. Time to sleep." She stumbled to Roger's room and lay down on his bed. Roger was already asleep. She kissed the top of his head and fell into her own drunken sleep.

Okay, that's the party! I don't really like it, so I may be editing it, but there's one more chapter. Please review! Sorry this took so long. Click the pretty purple/blue button!