So, so, so, so sorry for the delay

Chapter 3

"Mimi come o, we got drinks" Angel yelled to her friend from across the bar. Mimi walked over walked over to Angel, Collins, Mark, and Roger. Joanne had gone 'to the office' and Maureen went with her.

"Oh that is good." said Collins taking a big sip oh his beer.

"Hey guys, lets play a game" suggested Mimi

"What kind of game?"

"I don't know what you call it but it's lots of fun. One person says something, and if it applies to anyone they have to take a sip of half their beer. The person who is the most drunk at the end wins. My parents played it all the time with their friends." Said Angel.

"Yeah, lets do it" agreed Roger

"Sounds like fun" agreed Mimi

"I don't think so guys" Mark complained

"Come on Marky, it'll be fun"

"Yeah loosed up a bit" encouraged Roger and Collins

"Well...I guess..."

"GREAT! Make sure we have a couple pitchers of beer and that every ones glasses are full. I'll start. Take a drink if you've ever been with a guy." challenged Mimi. Everyone chuckled a little as they took a drink

"Honey, that was poor" said Angel

"Take a drink if you've ever done it outside, in a public place." Mimi and Roger looked at each other a laughed before taking a drink.

No one saw the pain on Mark's face, which Mark was thankful for. He knew he loved Roger and Roger loved him. But it still hurt to be reminded of what he and Mimi shared.

"If you've done it in a school" Collins and Angel both took a drink and everyone laughs.

Roger leans over to Collins before the next one saying "We got to get Mark into some of these" "Oh Roger don't worry about that" Collins whispers to Roger.

"Ok, if you ever walked out in just a pair of boxers, in front of your friends" everyone laughed while Mark took a drink.

"If those boxers were snoopy boxers" again Mark took a drink, which Roger generously refilled.

"If you were wearing a pair of snoopy boxers today" Again Mark took a drink. Then another. Then another, two glasses down. Then three glasses down. Then four, then five, and before you know it Mark was wasted more than he had ever been in his entire life.

But Collins was still trying to go at it. Still trying to get Mark to drink, he himself only on his second beer, but he was running out of ideas.

"If you..." he tried but was interrupted by Roger

"Ok! I think Marky's had enough to drink for one night. Right Mark?" Roger looked over to Mark who was trying to bring his lips to his cup and holding the cup up without spilling it. It was actually quite amusing to watch. Roger and Mark locked eyes for a couple of seconds before Mark stated giggling uncontrollably. Roger got up out if his seat the help Mark out of his.

"Come on big guy lets get you back home"

"But..but...is f...flun heeeerrrrreeeee"

"I know but we can have gun at home too"

"Oh, oh yeaaahh. I plomiset you dat" Mimi, Angel and Collins just stared Roger, who turned his attention back on Mark.

"Yeah, you promised that"

"We coouldt dust do it heeere"

"Lets go home and do it so we won't get into trouble"

"We...we cand go hoome, your tooooo druuunkd"

"No Mark, your drunk"

"If...ift I dunk than why are youuu ma...maving arrroond like dat?"

"I'm moving to you, because your drunk"

"Oh...otay"

"I like this Mark. He doesn't argue" Roger said to Collins

Roger picked Mark up out of his chair and Mark leaned into him, not even being able to stand on his own two feet without falling down. Roger protectively placed his arms around mark's body and together the two of them left the bar

An hour later Roger walked through with a barley conscious Mark leaning against him. He walked them into their bedroom and gently laid mark down on the bed. He took off Mark's shoes and jacket, because he was now completely passed out. He then started to unbutton Mark's shirt, which he had managed to get vomit all over more than once when he had gotten sick on the walk home. Just then Mark made a small moan.

"Hey buddy, you ok?" Roger asked

"Roger I'm..." Mark started

"...be sick again" Roger finished for him. Mark just slowly shook his head yes, and roger helped him off the bed and into the bathroom, pretty much carrying him the whole way, not a moment too late.

Mark was sick again for a good twenty minutes before he passed out again and Roger was next to him, rubbing his back, the entire time. When Roger was sure Mark wasn't going to be sick again, he carried him back to bed. He then continued to take off Mark's shirt, jeans, socks, leaving him only in snoopy boxers. He pulled the blanket up around Mark's small body and got himself ready for bed. He slid in under the blanket and put his arms around Mark. He smiled and kissed his forehead.

"Oh Marky. Who knew my boxers could get you into so much trouble"

Sorry if some stuff at the end doesn't really make sense the first time you read it. But if you read it a couple times it will finally make sense. Trust me, I tried. Next chapter should be up sometime this weekend. I'm working on it as we speak.

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