Roger was sitting on the floor of the loft, leaning his back against the cushions of the couch. His fender was in his lap and he was intently working on the chords of a new song. He hummed along the tune. It was catchy and pleasant.
The door slid open and Mimi stepped in, smiling at the sound of Roger's guitar. She had a soda can in her hand. After pulling the door closed she made her way over to the couch and sat on it, straddling Roger's shoulders. He looked up at her and grinned.
"Sounds good." Mimi said, and took a sip of her soda.
"Lemme have some of that," Roger asked as he held out a hand for the soda can. He set the guitar down in his lap. Mimi handed him the can and he took a swig without looking at the label.
Mimi smiled as he grimaced. "Oh, what is this?" he spluttered, holding out the can to look. "Diet Coke? When did you start buying this? It's gross." He handed her the can and wiped at his mouth. "Blech."
Mimi laughed and got up from the couch. She made her way into the kitchen, setting her Coke on the counter. "It's supposed to be good for you." She said.
"Yeah, if you're fat." Roger said with a chuckle as he pocketed his guitar pick and set the fender on the couch. He leaned back on his elbows and watched Mimi.
"That's not very nice." Mimi said with a smile. She took another drink and raised her eyebrows seductively. "Are you saying I'm fat?"
Roger faltered. "What?" he paused. "Of course not." He got up from the couch and joined Mimi in the kitchen.
He took the soda can out of her hand and pressed her up against the counter with his body. She pretended to ignore him, feigning a look of insult.
"You try that trick every time…" he whispered to her. "…but you're so bad at it."
Roger picked up Mimi by the waist and placed her on the counter. She grinned and wrapped her slender legs around him, pulling him close. "Who said I was trying?" she quipped.
She pressed her lips to Roger's and used her legs to pull him closer. His hands snaked around to her back and up her shirt.
They continued their foray, oblivious to the Mark who had just shuffled out into the living room sleepily. He, apparently, did not notice them, either.
"Man, Roger, I had the weirdest dream just now."
Roger pulled his lips away from Mimi's and looked at Mark. He was stopped by the couch, looking down and cleaning his glasses with the hem of his shirt. Mimi started snorting with laughter as she wiped at her lips.
"Good morning, Mark." Roger said, concealing a laugh. He pulled Mimi off of the counter.
"You remember Maureen's protest that Christmas? I had a dream that the cow was swimming in Diet Coke…it was fuckin' weird."
Mimi couldn't help it any longer. She burst into giggles and smothered them in the sleeves of her sweater. Mark finally replaced his glasses and smiled.
"Oh, hi Mimi. I didn't know you were here."
Roger shook his head, concealing his own laughter, and took a drink of Mimi's Diet Coke. "Mark, you're really something else."