About two weeks later, as Anna came up the steps to the loft she was greeted by the angry, booming voice of Mimi Marquez.

"FUCK YOU, ROGER. You're breaking up with me! That's a riot. That's a fucking riot. You don't know just how good you had it, Roger Fucking Davis." Anna calmly swiped past her, ignoring the death stare she received. She gave Roger (who seemed pretty nonchalant for someone having a heated breakup) a half amused, half "good luck" look, and brushed past him into the loft where she found Mark sitting calmly at the kitchen table, sipping a tea.

"You think too highly of yourself, Mimi. You're not all that." Came Roger's softer, calm response. "I'm in love with someone else. I thought I could get past it, but I can't. And I don't want to pretend to love you anymore."

At this Anna gave Mark a confused look. Mark just shrugged in response. He then offered her a sip of tea, to which she made a face and stuck out her tongue. "Tea. Ugh." She said, shaking her head in disgust. He laughed because he'd known that would be her response.

"I knew it. I knew you were in love with that, that…floozy Mark is dating. Well you two fucking deserve each other. Have fun fucking over your best friend."

Now Roger's voice was loud and heated. As Mimi stormed to her own loft, he yelled after her, down the stairs. "No, Mimi. I am not in love with Anna. And she's not a fucking floozy. Compared to you she's a fucking celibate. You're just a whore, Mimi; a slut and a whore." At these words, Anna and Mark began to look at each other, both sensing the same hilarity and ridiculousness of the fight they'd been hearing; both trying mercilessly to subdue their laughter. "Go to hell for all I care. You probably will soon, with the AIDS and the drugs and the sleeping around."

Somewhere inside all of them, they'd known Roger had taken that last line a little too far. But when Roger came back in, he saw Mark and Anna trying desperately to contain their laughter and to convey solemn, sympathetic looks, and he couldn't comprehend what the hell just happened. He was angry and happy and scared and felt like an asshole. He took one look at their faces, and broke out into a fit of laughter, which relieved the tension in the room, forcing all three into hysterics.

After the laughter died down a bit, Mark put a hand on Roger's shoulder. "I know this has been a long time coming, but are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm great. I feel free, in fact." He replied with a wide grin.

Mark nodded in happy relief. "Okay." He said, moving from Roger to take Anna into his arms from behind and kiss her on the cheek. He noticed how Roger's smile faded almost immediately. God damn it! Mark thought to himself. What the hell does he see in her! Then he realized what a stupid question that was. Okay, I know exactly what he sees in her. He thought as he squeezed Anna a little tighter.

"Mmm. Well, hello to you, too!" Anna let out, surprised. She turned her head and kissed the side of his chin, which happened to be the only thing she could reach. "Let's celebrate!" She yelled excitedly. To call Anna ecstatic at the thought that Mimi wouldn't be around anymore would have been an understatement.

"Yeah," Roger said with equal enthusiasm. "Where do you want to go?"

"Korea!"

"That sounds like fun," Mark humored her, "but how about the Life?"

Anna sighed playfully. "I guess that'll have to do."

"You guys, let's make a toast!"

"A toast?" Mark inquired.

"Mm-hm! We're celebrating. It's only fitting." Anna said, sounding childish.

"Okay," Mark said, raising his glass. "To Bohemia!"

Roger clinked glasses with him. "To being the third wheel!"

Anna clinked glasses with both. "To Korea!"

"You are so weird." Mark said, putting his arm around her. "And that's why I love you."

"Hee, you love me." Then, like it had just sunk it: "Oh, hey. You love me?"

Mark's cheeks turned bright red. "Heh. Yeah, I was hoping you'd catch that."

"Well, I love you, too." And Mark kissed her softly, but passionately.

"You two really make a guy want to puke his brains out, you know?" Roger chimed in. It was clearly meant as a joke, but Mark could tell that there was a slight truth in his words. Roger was hiding it well, but he was exasperated and sickened. Mark knew him too well not to see it.

A few hours and three slightly inebriated human beings later, Mark, Roger, and Anna were sitting in the loft talking and laughing. Considering they were all a bit tipsy, it was more like a giggle-fest.

"Hey, let's have a threesome!" Anna blurted before immersing herself in an enormous onslaught of laughter.

God, yes! Mark thought, blushing. Out loud he said, "A…umm…a…threesome?" as his voice cracked.

"Heh, relax there, Mark. I think your girlfriend was just kidding." Roger looked at Anna and said, "Unless…" She slapped him playfully on the shoulder. "Cause, you know, it's not like I wouldn't be game for it or anything." Mark's heart stopped. "Just, call up another chick, Anna, and you got yourself a deal. No way am I sleeping with Mark!"

Mark felt a sting but he held it back. Jokingly, he batted his eyelashes saying, "What? Am I not pretty enough for you?"

"Yes, that's it. It has nothing to do with the fact that you're a dude. Actually, it's because you're Jewish."

"That was harsh." Mark replied with mock-offense. "I'm hurt. Really, I think I might cry."

"Mazel Tov," Roger tried to say, but between the alcohol and the lack of Judaism it sounded more like "Marta Toff", "but now that I've told you about one of my fantasies, I think it's time I hear about one of yours."

"Umm…I don't really… Wait. Having a threesome with my girlfriend is one of your fantasies!"

"You know I'm Jewish too, right?" Anna added.

"That's okay. Pretty girls are allowed to be Jewish." He then turned his attention back to Mark. "But come on now, Mark. Tell us your fantasy. I wanna know what makes you pop." As Roger said this, he made an appropriately vulgar gesture.

Well, I never thought about it before, but Anna put that lovely idea of a threesome into my mind… "Umm, I don't know." Mark was sweating now, clearly nervous.

"Oh, Mark. It's just me and Anna. We know you inside and out. Whatever you say probably won't even surprise us." You have no idea, Mark thought. "Besides, if you tell your girlfriend your fantasy, you might just get what you want." Roger concluded, a cocky grin on his face.

"I have a fantasy." Anna stated, stepping in to save her boyfriend from what he clearly viewed as impending doom.

Roger raised his eyebrows. "Do you? So tell us, Anna. What is this fantasy?"

Anna's cheeks began to flush. "Well…I like…" Her voice got lower and less confident, as she mumbled out, "gay guys." She blushed profusely.

"What was that?" Roger had heard, he was just an asshole when under the influence of alcohol.

"Gay guys. I've just always wanted to be in the same room as two beautiful boys kissing each other."

"That's…weird."

"Hey, guys like lesbians!" She shot back, defensively.

Roger shrugged. "Good point." Suddenly he looked at Mark, his face encased in a smirk. "I have an idea."

Mark didn't like the look Roger was giving him. "…I'm going to regret asking this, but what is it?"

"Well, she wants to see two beautiful boys kissing. We're two beautiful boys. Well, at least I'm a beautiful boy. But, uh, Anna seems to think you are as well. Anna might be insane, but that doesn't change that fact that she's the one who has to think the boys are beautiful."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Anna, do you want me and Mark to kiss?"

Anna's eyes went wide, a bright smile forming on her lips. "YES!" Then she went back to giggling.

"So, Mark…"

Mark shrugged. "…Okay."

Roger couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd expected Mark to protest, especially after he wouldn't even share his fantasy. Now he was so easily persuaded to kiss a guy? Alcohol has strange effects on people.

At first the kiss was stiff and nervous: neither of them were homophobic, but neither of them were exactly heading the gay pride parade either. Then the kiss became tentative and questioning: they were both becoming a little more comfortable, especially upon realization that they weren't alone in that comfort. Slowly but surely the kiss became more passionate. A head tilted to deepen the kiss, a hand reached around to bring the other's face closer, lips and tongue and teeth became tangled in a mesh of need and desire.