Helena got up, and saw Mark looking up at her. "Good morning." She said.

"How was it?" Mark asked. Helena looked lost in space. "What are you doing?"

"Remembering this." Helena said. "And yes, it was amazing. But, I also happen to be starving, and I still smell like horses."

"Shower's right there." Mark said.

"Wanna come?" Helena asked

"I'm hungry too!" he said.

Mark went out to the living room, and saw Mimi and Roger looking at Mark smugly. "Shut up." Mark said.

"We didn't even say anything." Roger said.

"Yeah, whatever, Mister I-Write-Only-One-Song-Each-Five-Years." Mark told Roger.

"Ouch." Roger said with a smile.

"Hey, it was Mimi who called me nimrod." Mark said.

"A nimrod?" Roger asked.

"Well, it just all kinda slipped out." Mimi said.

"So you called me a nimrod?"

"Oooo." Mimi said, shifting her attention to Mark. "Bagels. How romantic."

"Yeah, but at least I don't call people retarded names." He shot back. "Like nimrod."

Mimi rolled her eyes, and turned back to Roger. "Look." She said. "Here's my wedding dress."

"You'll look pretty in it." Roger said.

"Maureen drew it." She told him. "And she's sewing them now."

"Maureen?"

"Yeah, surprising isn't it."

"Well, I never knew Maureen could hold a pen."

………………

"Maureen, I can't believe you sewed this." Mimi said. Helena, Maureen and Joanne were hanging out in the loft, and watching Mimi try on her wedding gown.

"Maureen, you should seriously show these to your boss." Helena said. "You can stop being a receptionist and become a fashion designer."

"Should I?" Maureen asked.

Joanne held up the bridesmaid dresses. "If you had no talent, would you of been able to put three of these together."

"I would kill for a Pina Coloda right now." Helena said.

"Okay that was random." Mimi told her.

"I really want one!" Helena said.

"Ooooooo, we all know what that means!" Maureen said. "One night stand and then she's preg-"

Helena tackled Maureen, and then sat on her back. "I am not!"

Mark opened the door. "Um, am I interrupting something?"

"No." Helena said. "Sit down, Maureen's back is really comfy."

…………………

Maureen sat at her desk in the fashion showroom. Today was a Friday; the designers would be here today. She had her drawings and pictures of Mimi, Helena and Joanna wearing them.

"Hi." Maureen said to the first person that entered the room. "I was wondering maybe if I could show you some of my drawings and maybe I could work for you guys?"

"That's not up to me." He said. "My boss is coming up."

Five minutes later, Mr. Cabot came up to the building, and Maureen set him down.

"Hi, I'm Maureen Johnson, and I've been working here for the past few months." She said, talking faster than she normally would. "And if you have an open job, I'd like to show you some on my drawings."

Maureen's boss, Todd, walked though to the main office. "Maureen, I need you to-"

"WOULD YOU GIVE ME LIKE FIVE MINTUTES?" Maureen asked losing her temper. Then she turned back to Mr. Cabot. "See my best friend is having a wedding, and I sewed her dress." She pointed to the drawing and then the picture of Mimi. "Then here's the bridesmaids dresses, and some of the other gowns I've drew."

"Do you have a resume Miss Johnson?"

"It's Ms. and yes I do."

Mr. Cabot looked it down, and said, "We may have an opening. I trust these contacts are correct?"

"Yeah." She said. "I'll be right here if you can't get to me."

"Thanks Ms. Johnson."

…………….

"Where have you been?" Mimi asked.

"I told you I'd be here." Roger said.

"Dude, you're a forty-five minutes late." Mark told him.

"Really, I didn't know." Roger rolled his eyes. "You all wanna know why I am late."

"C'mon Roger, what happened?" Helena asked. She sunk into Mark's arms.

"I got a record deal." Roger said.

"OHMIGOD!" Mimi started jumping up and down, hugging and kissing Roger.

"Okay this calls for a celebration!" Maureen said. "Let's put the tables together!"

"NO!" the waiter at the Life Café hate having this group of people there. But the tables were already put together, and they all were cheering and dancing.

"Ahem." A voice said.

Helena turned around. "Oh look Maureen."

"Oh the Enemy of Avenue A." Maureen said.

"Roger!" Benny said. "I'm heard about your record contract."

"Oh, kiss my ass." Maureen told him.