ROGER- "I'm glad you decided to show up earlier." Leading her to the couch, sitting her down, and kissing her wildly, his hands roaming everywhere. (DISCRETION A MUST!)
APRIL- "Uh-huh." Pulling Roger closer.
ROGER- Succombing to her hands and lips. "We have a bedroom."
APRIL- Pulling back. "I'm not here for the sex, honey."
ROGER- "Pardon?"
APRIL- "You had a needle in your pocket at the pub. And I have a stash."
ROGER- "Oh."
APRIL- "I could do sex, too."
ROGER- "It's not that. I quit. Heroin. The needle."
APRIL- "Then what was it doing in your back pocket?"
ROGER- Blanching.
APRIL- "You didn't quit. Roger, c'mon. That's how you got your music to sound so good!"
ROGER- "April, no, I..."
APRIL- Reaching into her back pocket and pulling out a baggie.
ROGER- Groaning. "April, fuck, put that away."
APRIL- Pouting sexily.
ROGER- "Damnit, April. Why can't you be an ugly dame?" Kissing her hungrily, taking the stash into his hands as she reaches into his back pocket, still French-kissing him, and pulling out his needle. Swallowing deeply.
APRIL- Taking the stash into her hands, opening it, and letting it slip into the needle. Flexing out her left arm as Roger runs his thumb across her wrist.
Camera angle cuts to April's face as she lets the needle slam into her vein. Do your research. The camera zooms out to see her flexing her hand and handing Roger the needle. Roger takes it reluctantly. At this, the camera swivels to behind April. Roger slams the needle into his arm after only flexing it slightly, cringing, as we see on screen. Zoom out and switch to April's smiling face. We see Roger put the needle on the edge of the couch, lying back. April climbs over him and begins kissing him hungrily. Zoom out as Roger succombs and joins in. Cut to Maureen and Mark, an hour later, entering her apartment. Mark pauses, as if hearing something from Roger's loft across the hall.
MAUREEN- "What is it, baby?"
MARK- "Nothing. Let's just get inside. It's cold."
MAUREEN- "Sure thing." Linking arms with him. "You sure?" (Said at Mark's stalling.)
MARK- "Yeah. I can't go in there. April's there.""And you know as well as I do that they're not cooking dinner." Smirking.
MAUREEN- "Oh, they're cooking." Winking as she shuts the door behind Mark, who has finally walked through.
MARK- "You really aren't one for upkeep, are you?" Kicking a wad of paper to the side.
MAUREEN- "No, I'm really not." Leading Mark to the the couch, sitting him down and straddling him. "So."
MARK- Looking into her eyes. "So."
MAUREEN- Taking the lead, running her hand down his chest, leaning in and kissing him. "What is it you want to do, baby?" Playing with the button of his jeans.
MARK- "Maureen..." Pulling back. "You know very well what I want, and I know very well that what I want is what you want. Now, I'm one to stall, but this is ridiculous."
MAUREEN- Licking her lips. "The bedroom is right down the hall."
MARK- "I'm comfortable as is. The couch is fine. The floor is fine. Hell, hon, I'd take the kitchen counter if I didn't have such a bad back."
MAUREEN- Kissing Mark again. "Just take me." Slipping her tongue in and pulling Mark's hands around her back. He caresses her gently, and then roughly.
(The two fall back onto the couch. Mark runs his hands down the small of Maureen's back, pausing at the end of her shirt. He looks to her in question. She nods. He places his hands beneath her shirt and lifts it off. Only briefly do their lips leave each other. Maureen runs her hand down Mark's chest, playing with the button of his shirt. She is slowly moving against him, and one can bet he is reacting. (Who wouldn't?). She unbuttons his shirt and leans in, kissing at his chest. Her hand slides to his pants and slowly works the zipper down. Mark bucks up against her hand. It's been a long time for him. Daniel being the last time. She looks hungrily into his eyes as he pulls her close, kissing her fevorishly. He works at her brastrap, slowly getting it undone. It slides in between them, unnoticed. Maureen's hand can be seen running back up Mark's jeans, and then in them. Cut to Mark's eyes as they widen in pleasure as Maureen's hand begins to move against him. His breath quickens and he can be seen moving against her hand. She is still kissing him, even as his head falls backwards in pleasure. If her lips aren't on his, they're sucking on his neck. He lifts his head back, meets her lips, and with force that no one knew Mark could ever have, rolls her over so that he is on top of her. Her hand comes out of his pants and slides to behind his head, pulling gently at his hair. Pulling back, Mark slides his shirt off, throwing it to the side, not giving a rat's ass where it goes. He kisses her again as she slides her hands to his ass, pulling him close. She then works her way back up to the waistband, using leverage to slide them off of him. The pants go flying as the shirt did. We now have Maureen in only her bra and Mark in only his boxers. We cut, here, as this is as far as we can go without going over an R-rating. Throughout this, the camera has been pretty much the same. Actions of Mark are from Maureen's point of view, and actions of Maureen from Mark's. Actions of them both are from above. Yes, above. As I said, we cut here, with Maureen lifting her legs around Mark's waist, riding him through her skirt. Yes, a cut. I have to cut here. Ratings, ratings! Cut to the next day. What is the time? I don't know. Figure it out. We are now in Roger's apartment, where he is awakening, alone in his bed. The angle is from the end of the bed.)
ROGER- Sitting up and leaning against his headboard. (This is the first time we see Roger's room, I believe. Rocker-room. A guitar and a stand, music sheets strewn all over, rock posters...you get the point.) Stretching out his right arm, moaning. "Shit." Looking down at his arm, remembering the events of last night. "Mark is going to kill me." Banging his head back against the headboard just as April walks in.
APRIL- "Hey."
ROGER- Refusing to look at her. "Hey."
APRIL- "I'm sorry about last night. I didn't know that when you said you quit, you actually meant you quit. Rehab-type quit."
ROGER- Raising his left eyebrow.
APRIL- "I found the number to the clinic. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have pushed. It's just...Pausing. "I like you, Roger. I'm no good at showing it. I didn't just want your needle, please believe me."
ROGER- Sighing. "I don't know, April. I like you, too. But there are other ways...besides, it's not your fault. I chose to adhere."
APRIL- "But what came after was fun." Blushing. "Right?"
ROGER- "That it was." Smiling as April slides into the bed next to him, wrapping her arms around his chest, resting her head upon it. Leaning in and kissing her forehead. "I'm glad we met."
APRIL- "As fast as this went, the connection was there, and it couldn't be prevented. Even though..."
ROGER- "Don't. I chose to do what I did. I can pull back again."
APRIL- "I'll help you."
ROGER- "What about you?"
APRIL- "I can't stop. Roger, I've tried. But I will help you try to."
ROGER- Smiling. "Okay. But at least pretend you're trying to stop." Bringing April's knuckles to his lips and kissing them softly.
APRIL- Giggling as she rolls over on top of Roger and begins kissing him.