"Mark, do me a favor?" Allie cried from the bathroom, combing through her sopping hair and clad in only a towel. Mark rushed to Allie, standing in the foggy bathroom with the door wide open.

"Allie…oh…sorry…what?" Allie laughed and rolled her eyes.

"I'm in a towel Mark, although it's not as if you've never seen me naked." Mark shrugged.

"True. So what do you need?" She dragged the comb through her last bit of gnarly hair.

"Can you take the pie out of the oven for me?" He nodded.

"I guess so. What kind of pie?" She sighed loudly.

"You were hovering as I made it!" His face displayed a confused expression. "Cherry." She added, killing the suspense.

"Oh, ok. Right now?" She nodded.

"Right now. I need to get dressed. Where's Roger?"

"Probably still in bed." Mark replied from the kitchen. Allie sighed.

"Goddammit! We're leaving in an hour!" She adjusted her towel to make sure it didn't fall, and barged into Roger's room.

"Roger…" She cooed sultrily. He stirred.

"Wha…?" Allie grabbed a pillow and began hitting him with it.

"Get-the-fuck-up!" Roger grabbed the pillow and threw it aside.

"Hey!" He noticed Allie in her towel and immediately changed his tone. "Hey…I knew you'd come back to me. Most women always return to Roger, God of-"

"Ego?" Allie finished for him, holding her towel tight around herself. "Now get up, we're going to Benny's in about an hour." Roger groaned.

"Today's Thursday?" Allie nodded, sending water from her dripping hair flying. "And it's 4:30?" She nodded again, this time hitting him with droplets of water. "Hey, that's cold!" She shrugged.

"I'm off to get dressed." She turned to leave. "Oh, and I know where your suit is, so I suggest you do the same, or I will be forced to dress you." Roger laughed and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, attempting to stand.

0o0o0o0o0

"Allie, I thought you said we were leaving at 5:30!" Roger grumbled from the couch, as he and Mark waited, impatiently, for Allie to fix her hair.

"I did, it's only…" She drifted off, realizing there was no clock in the bathroom.

"5:45!" Mark called, as he began to pace.

"Oh, give it a rest! I'm almost ready!" She brushed through her soft blonde hair another dozen times before giving her reflection a once over. She approved of her knee-length black skirt and pink button up shirt. She emerged from the bathroom feeling clean and gorgeous…until her morning sickness, or rather evening sickness overcame her. She rushed back into the bathroom, where she emptied the day's meals into the toilet.

"Allie?" Mark called, worry speckled in his voice. She could only respond with a retching sound, which caused him to, for the second time today, rush to her. "Allie? Can you make it tonight?" Allie nodded.

"Of…of course I can!" Her voice was weary and shaking, which accompanied her ghostly white face. "We're going…it's just, the downside of pregnancy." She flashed him a weak smile as he brought a wet cloth to her face.

"Ok," He dabbed the washcloth across her forehead, "But if anything's wrong, we'll leave, okay?" Allie laughed as strength returned to her voice.

"22, Mark, not 5." He laughed as well.

"Ok, sorry. You ready?" She nodded.

"Absolutely! Got the pie?"

"Mark stuck me with it!" Roger called from the kitchen, drumming his fingers boredly on the counter. "Do we have to go?" He whined for the umpteenth time since they were invited.

"Oh man, I swear, it is not too late for the suit!" Roger covered his mouth and handed the pie to Mark. "Is Collins coming?" Roger snorted.

"Uh…no way. He openly admitted he didn't have the-"

"…Manly parts…"

"-To face Muff-Miss Grey." Allie shrugged.

"Too bad. Oh well, more pie for us."

0o0o0o0o0

"Mark! Allie! Roger." Benny remarked as the threesome stood at his door. "So glad you could make it! I want to introduce you to…" He trailed off as a very beautiful woman strode into the room.

"Allison Grey. I believe my father owns your building?" They were all taken aback by this comment as they stood awkwardly in the foyer. Mark glanced at Benny, who beamed at her. "Yes, Daddy does own a lot of things…soon, this entire city block. He bought me this loft, isn't it cozy?" She pointed around to all the modern decorative pieces scattered neatly around her apartment. "Well, don't just stand there! Give your coats to the maid, Felicia, Fanny, whatever, and come in, come in! I made lasagna, I hope you like it. It's one of my many specialties…" Allie exchanged glances with the two men she had come with, and they all shared the same expression: disgust.

"So tell me about yourself, Allie! Isn't it great we have the same name?" Allison asked as another maid served the lasagna.

"Yeah it's pretty fabulous!" she mocked, causing Roger and Mark to laugh. "Um, I'm into theatre and music. Mostly vocal stuff, but I occasionally play the piano-"

"The piano? Great instrument, love it! I was only able to master like, all those tricky pieces, like Beethoven and Mozart? I assume you only play the simple stuff." Allie turned her head to the side.

"Um, no, I mostly compose. You know, write my own-"

"Compose? Sounds fun! Bet I would be gr-" This time, Allie interrupted.

"Um, excuse me? I was talking. Thanks." She took a bite of the lasagna in front of her. "Ugh! What is this?" Both Benny and Allison looked down at their plates.

"Lasagna. Damn good lasagna too!" Replied Benny, taking another bite.

"Thanks sweetie!" Allison replied, patting him on the arm. Allie drained her water glass.

"How much salt is in here?" She asked Allie fiercely.

"Um, none. I don't put salt in or on my foods. Sodium is bad for my perfect complexion!" Allison replied, pulling a small piece of pasta off her plate. Allie dropped her fork on her plate.

"I'm sorry, this is too salty. I can't take it." Both Mark and Roger looked up at her.

"What are you talking about, Al? It's good!" Roger replied, his mouth full of the Italian dish.

"It is!" Mark agreed, offering her some of his water. Allie crossed her arms.

"No thank you."

"Oh, I forgot!" Allison sprang up and opened up a large cabinet, filled with booze. "Wine, anyone?" Allie sniffed and began to cry.

"I'm sorry…I need to throw up." Benny, with a confused look on his face, pointed towards the bathroom and she ran towards it. Allison filled a large glass with red wine and handed it to Benny.

"Is she bulimic?" Allison asked, watching her leave. Roger shook his head.

"Nah, she's pregnant." Benny choked on his wine and began coughing.

"Whose?" He forced out in between coughs. Roger pointed to Mark, who blushed and let his eyes focus on his plate. "Yours?" Mark nodded sheepishly. His tone, which had before been mature and well bred, changed immediately. "Man, you hit that?" Allison threw a dirty look at Benny. He shrugged and smiled apologetically.

"Me too." Roger added, taking another forkful of lasagna. Allison dropped the wine bottle, spilling it all over the floor.

"Maid! Come clean this!" She called, and then turned to Benny. "Benjamin, honey, why do you hang out with these people? They are obviously too dramatic. Daddy wouldn't approve of them! I mean, they obviously aren't of good families." Roger rose at this comment.

"Excuse me?" Allison shrugged.

"Benji has me now! He doesn't need you guys, and frankly, you all just lead dastardly lives." Allie had re-entered to hear most of Allison's tirade against them.

"Hey, Allison, Hon, can you stop being a bitch for like, 3 seconds? Just because your daddy owns half of New York is no reason to shove your money and good breeding in everyone's face. My 'daddy' owns most of the Southern United States, but did I spread it around as soon as I walked in the door? Uh, no." Her roommates were both surprised by her short history.

"I thought you were Southern!" Roger remarked, grabbing his jacket, along with Mark's and Allie's, and handing them to their owners. Mark was puzzled.

"Your family is rich? They why are you having money problems?" Allie sighed.

"My parents cut me off when I told them I wanted to be on the stage. Um, can we leave? I'm tired of her." Mark and Roger nodded.

"Yes please. I told you we shouldn't have come." Roger said, putting his arm around Allie. "But no one would ever think to listen to Roger…" Allie checked the hall mirror before leaving and noticed her eyes were still red from crying.

"Argh! I know people joke about women getting emotional when they are pregnant, but this is ridiculous!" She cried, leaning her head on Roger's shoulder. "Who cries over being offered wine?" Roger thought for a second.

"I think all those people did when Jesus turned the water into wine." He suggested. Mark scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Roger, shut up." Roger raised his eyebrows. Whatever Mark, she's leaning on me tonight!

A/N: Well, who liked it? Who, who? I'll give you a cookie if you review! Sorry, I'm hyper right now, just buzzed on the thought of going to NYC over the summer to see Rent on stage! Hell yes! Oh, and if I got some facts wrong about the story, I'm really sorry. If you alert me of them, I can update and fix, promise!