1Chapter 2

Mimi woke up warm and happy in Roger's arms. She had won, finally. After a whole year of battling with him, he had willingly expressed his feelings for her. Mimi couldn't help feeling victorious, like she had won something. Hell, this was Roger she just cracked. She had won the Olympics.

Mimi turned her head and examined her lover. 'He is so hot. Daaaamn.' She thought to herself. And now he was all hers. She planted a kiss on his sleeping forehead.

Roger stirred, "Mo .. Maureen, is that you?" He faked sleep-talking.

"Oh," Mimi decided to play along, "Maureen, yes. And I'm .. here .. to .." She stood up and prepared to pounce. "GET YOU!" Mimi leapt onto Roger and gave him a big, sloppy kiss.

"OW! GOD! UGH! Look where you put your knees, girl!", Roger moaned in pain.

Mimi mentally smacked herself on the head. 'Way to kill the mood, Meem,' She imagined Roger thinking.

"I am so sorry! Roger! Are you ok?", Mimi switched to her sexy voice, and didn't notice that Mark had just walked out of his bedroom in a bathrobe and fuzzy slippers, watching with amusement. "Would you like me to kiss it and make it feel better?"

"GOOD MORNING LOVEBIRDS!" Mark greeted Mimi and Roger with mock cheerfulness in a bright blue bathrobe and fuzzy slippers. "I'm guessing that last night went well?" He paused for a moment. "Oh .. My .. God. Please tell me you didn't do it on my couch."

"GOOD MORNING MARK!", Mimi and Roger chorused. But the mood had been disturbed by their friend's terrible timing.

"So, who wants breakfast," Roger offered. "We have ..." He examined the kitchen. Numerous empty bottles of alcohol ... Check. Numerous full bottles of alcohol ... Check. Food ... Not Check. "Well, we have booze."

"I just went shopping, we can all go down to my place and I'll, uh, 'hairdry-er' us a frozen pizza." Mimi attempted to sound helpful, but she knew it sounded lame.

Mark and Roger didn't take long to come up with an answer, but Roger was quick to respond. "Who's good with Stoli?"

The three of them laughed together as Mimi opened up the bottle of vodka and poured generous amounts into three coffee mugs.

Roger took a swig. "Hairdry-er a pizza, Meems? Is your microwave broken again?"

Mimi downed her portion in one gulp, impressing the boys. "Who said I ever knew how to use it? Besides, what about 'no day but today'. What if today's the day to have a pizza made by hairdryer?" She laughed at herself.

"How fast does booze go to your head?" Mark said in an attempt at a joking tone that anyone but Mimi and Roger would find rude.

They continued laughing together while Mimi poured another round.

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"Marky Mark .. I lo-looooooooooooove you!" Mimi spoke as a person who had a obviously downed almost half a bottle of vodka.

"Marky Mark loves you too Meem-a-bug!" Mark had drank less, but still a significant portion.

Roger, in the meantime, had opened some tequila and was making significant headway into that bottle. "Who says you're allowed to like my Meem-a-bug? Huh? She's my girl, Cohen."

Mark offered a pathetic reply."You suck, Roger, 'kay?"

Mimi being the sort of a person who can make anything into a sexual reference, she didn't miss the opportunity. "HEY! If anyone gets to suck Roger it's gonna be me, right baby?"

"Oooooh. I like the sound of that. Mark, you wanna give us a moment?" Roger raised his eyebrows and pouted his lips in mock pleading.

"I'll leave if .. If you two follow some rules. NEVER resemble Maureen that much ever again, and please .." He stopped, hoping Mimi and Roger would catch on before he had to embarrass himself. The obviously didn't so Mark sighed, "NOT on my couch."

At that, Mark wrapped his tattered striped scarf around his neck, grabbed his camera, and proceeded to walk out the door. He made it to the stairs outside the apartment before Mimi called after him, "Hey Cohen, who'd you get all dressed up for?"

Roger and Mimi shared a glance while they imagined Mark looking down at his ensemble.

"Shut up." Mark reentered the room, still in his bathrobe and slippers and headed to go change

"Your place?" Roger asked Mimi, but not before they had shared a good laugh at Mark.

"Benny turned off my heat again .." She spoke with scorn.

"Don't bring him up right now," said Roger with equal hate, "But, um, I have a feeling we aren't going to need it."

Mimi giggled like a little girl. "Can you two LEAVE now?", a call came from behind Mark's door.

At that, Mimi pulled Roger up off the couch, and they ran downstairs, laughing and holding hands, to Mimi's place.

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Downstairs in Mimi's apartment, the happy couple was having a great time entertaining themselves.

"I'm hungry." Roger always knew how to kill the mood, but Mimi didn't miss another opportunity, "Eat me, then."

"Again? I was thinking PIZZA MAYBE. No day but today, remember?" Roger smiled at Mimi's silliness. He was so lucky to have her.

"I'll get the hairdryer. You get the food." Mimi walked to the bathroom, got the hairdryer, and proceeded to plug it in the kitchen outlet. She turned it on, the fuse blew, and all the lights in the apartment shut off.

"Fabulous. We have no pizza, it's dark, the only person here is my boyfriend, and I'm not due in work until 9. What's a girl to do?"

Roger pinned her to the bed and went in for a kiss.