Mark looked down at the position of Roger's hand, which was now resting on his inner thigh, and then up at Roger, who nodded in encouragement.

"Knew what?" Maureen exclaimed, sliding off Mark's lap and sitting cross-legged next to him.

"Roger and I are together." Mark said quickly, his words slurring together.

Maureen frowned.

"Come again?" she inquired, biting at her lower lip.

Mark rolled his eyes, reaching down and taking Roger's hand in his.

"Roger and I. There's more to it than we allow to be screened." he repeated.

Maureen's jaw dropped.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed, pouncing off the couch, beginning to pace.

After a minute of doing this, she paused in front of Roger and Mark, who's eyes were wide from watching her actions.

"Collins so owes me fifty dollars." Maureen whispered.

Roger snorted.

"What the fuck, Mo?" he asked.

Maureen blushed.

"You bet on this? When?" Mark asked, squeezing Roger's hand.

"Oh, about...the time that April died." Maureen replied quietly.

"What!" Roger exclaimed angrily.