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This story's a bit longer, but forgive me if it's too fast. It takes me a long time to write them so they feel really long to me.
Disclaimer - I forgot this last time. I don't own RENT. There, now there's no chance I can be sued. YAY!
Roger awoke to knocking on the door. What? Who's knocking on our door at – oh, 3:00 in the afternoon. I guess I'll be somebody today… He threw on an old t-shirt and wrinkled jeans (his signature look) and shuffled to the door.
"WE'RE HERE!" Maureen shouted, jumping into the loft.
"Yay…?" was Roger's groggy reply.
"Hey, man!" Collins said as he walked inside, followed by Joanne.
"Where's your game? It'd better be good! I'm so excited!" Maureen was practically jumping off the walls.
"Jesus, Maureen, calm your self." Joanne said, "I'm sure he's got a great game." She looked to Roger expectantly. He looked back, confused. Suddenly he remembered something.
"Oh, the game! Right, yes, I have a game! Yeah, um, just let me go get it…" In three quick steps he was back in his room, shaking Mimi awake. "Mimi! Wake up! I need a game for tonight. Mimi!"
"Wha…?"
"I need a game for the game night thingy! Quick! Maureen's going to tear me to pieces!"
"Um, the what? The game… Oh! You mean 'Mission –"
"Yes that! I completely forgot!"
"Not that I'm surprised…" she continued, "but I think I have some cards…uh," she got up and opened her (well, Roger's) dresser drawer and pulled out a beat up deck of Mighty Mouse cards.
"Thanks!" he breathed, taking the cards and returning to the living room where Maureen was clearing the coffee table. She heard his footsteps and looked up.
"You got it! For a minute there I thought you'd forgotten!" she said.
"Yeah…" Roger answered.
"Well, what are we playing, then?" Joanne asked.
"Um, how 'bout 'Bullshit'?" he said, looking nervously to Maureen.
"Awesome! I'm the king of that game!" Collins said, obviously pleased.
"That sounds like a fun! It's already got one of my favorite words in it!" Maureen added. "I don't think I've ever played it before."
"It's not that hard. You'll catch on quickly." Joanne told her.
Yeah, right.
Just then Mimi walked out from the Roger's room wearing a small black t-shirt and a pair of red plaid pants that looked oddly familiar.
"Mimi, are you wearing Roger's pants?" Collins asked her.
"Of course not!" she said, smiling. "So, are we gonna play or what?"
"Well, someone has to get our guest of honor first." Collins said to the group.
"Who's that?" Maureen questioned, confused.
"Mark, Hun. Mark." Joanne said, sounding a bit exhausted.
Roger rolled his eyes. What could Mark have ever seen in her?
"Oh! Right! I vote Roger!" she exclaimed.
"What? Why me?"
"Because he's your best friend!" she repeated. She just had to play the "best friend" card, didn't she?
"All right, fine!" Roger walked to Mark's room and peeked inside. "Mark? You awake?" The former filmmaker was asleep on his bed wearing the same clothes he'd been wearing since 'The Day'. "Mark! MARK!"
"Ahhh!" Mark said, falling to the floor. "What?"
"Oh, good, you're awake. There's something in the living room you should probably see." Mark fell back on his bed as Roger walked back to the group. "He's coming."
Fifteen seconds later a half-asleep Mark walked out of his room and looked at his five friends. "What?" he asked again, confused.
"Well, we decided you could use some cheering up, so here we are!" Maureen bubbled.
"Oh come on, you guys, I really don't want to-"
"No, you're going to." Joanne said firmly.
The look on Mark's face was like a prisoner on his way to the death chair, but he sat down beside Collins nonetheless.
"Roger's decided we're playing 'Bullshit' or rather, you're getting beat by me." Collins told his blond friend.
"Alright." Mark answered, sounding almost defeated.
Roger began dealing the cards and Maureen squealed with delight. "This is going to be so fun!"
"Okay, Maureen," Joanne began when Roger had finished. "What we're going to do is go around the circle and put our cards in order. If you don't have the cards, you put down different ones and pretend they're the right ones. If someone thinks you're lying, they'll say 'bullshit' and if you were lying, you have to take the cards. If you weren't they have to take them and…"
Roger zoned out. I know how to play, it'll take forever for Maureen to catch on… I sure hope this works; Mark's starting to scare me. Me, Roger tough-guy Davis. Ha-ha, Maureen's so confused. Wait, was that a smile from Mark? We have a smile people, I repeat, we have a smile!
When the sun had set and the loft's only lamp was finally turned on, Maureen announced that she "Got it!" and the game finally began.
"Two aces." Roger said, putting his cards face-down.
"One two."
"Five threes!" said Maureen happily, slapping her cards down. The bohemians all laughed (there was even a small chuckle from our depressed friend) and Maureen looked offended. "What?"
"Bull – shit!" Mimi finally gasped between fits of giggles.
"Awww!" Maureen said, adding the cards to hers.
"Okay, start at three again," Joanne told her.
"Two threes."
"One four."
"Three fives."
"BULLSHIT!" Maureen screamed.
"Uh, no," Roger said, flipping over his three fives.
"Awww!" she moaned again, and added the small stack of cards to the ones in her hands.
"Two sixes."
Uh-oh...
"Erm..." Maureen muttered, "Three...sevens!" she said, giggling as she put them down. She looked from each friend to the next communicating telepathically, daring them to say-
"Bullshit." Mark mumbled.
"How did you know!" Maureen asked, astonished.
Mark gave a weak smile. "Lucky guess?"
Collins gave a weak chuckle at Maureen's awe, and continued with the game.
By the third round, Maureen had finally caught on that there were only four cards for each number, and Mark was beginning to enjoy himself.
"Bullshit!" he shouted to Collins.
"What? How could you have known that? I have the best damn poker face in New York!"
"Well, we're not playing poker!" Maureen explained, looking at Collins like he was an idiot.
More giggles.
Maybe Maureen is on to something, Mark's starting to have a bit of fun…
"I WIN!" the drama queen shouted three hours later.
"What!" Mimi asked, suprised.
"Look! I have NO MORE CARDS!"
"Wow..." Joanne muttered.
Maybe Maureen isn't as stupid as we all think...
Nah.
At 10:00, Mimi and Roger's beepers went off, and Maureen decided (very loudly) that she was tired.
"Okay, I guess we'll go, then." Joanne said.
"Awww!" Mimi shouted from Roger's room where they kept their AZT.
"Yeah, I think I'll go too." Collins agreed.
"Alright, then. I guess we'll see you around." Roger said, walking back into the living room. They said their goodbyes and agreed to come back on Thursday to decide who would bring the next game. Roger and Mimi turned around expecting to see Mark still sitting there, but he had apparently already escaped to his room.
Shit.
Jeez. I made Maureen such a blonde. Hey, she's good for comic releif, you know? She's the easiest to make fun of. Besides, I highly doubt that Maureen Johnson would be good at a game like B.S.
Mimi like, doesn't exist in this chapter, sorry! Who caught on to the red plaid pants thing? Yeah, random, but it's one of my favorite pictures of Adam and Anthony! (if you don't get it, see my pics on my homepage)
What do you think about the italics? Good/bad idea?
I still think it's too fast. I'm having a bit of trouble, but I'm trying to save the best for last.
Reveiws are awesome. They really do help, you know. Mucho gracias overthemoon07, my first reveiwer ever!
