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Roger slid the door open to his apartment. Mark and Collins were sitting in the living area, Collins with his feet on the table, Mark holding a mug in his hands. There was another guy there sitting on one of the chairs. Next to his chair there was a suitcase.

"Oh, Benny, I'd like you to meet Roger, he's one of the roommates here. Has been for about a week now. Roger, this is Benny, he's going to be moving in too," Roger raised an eyebrow, but gave Benny's outreached hand a hearty shake.

"Where's he going to sleep?" The apartment was a little cramped for three, except for the…

"We figure I can clean out my darkroom and let Benny have that space," Mark gave a half-hearted smile, "That's if you don't mind black walls."

"Not a problem. This place had the cheapest rent around," Benny shrugged, "So what do I do until that gets cleaned out?"

"Well, I'll clean it out tomorrow, since I still don't have a job, and until then, the couch folds out, so you can sleep there," Mark gestured expansively, "I guess I can give you the grand tour." Benny got up and followed Mark over to the kitchen.

Roger plopped down on the couch next to Collins, who had reached for some book about metaphysical something or other, and was leaning back to start reading.

"So, how was that gig of yours?" he asked, opening the book to a well worn passage to start reading.

"Not bad. A good solid crowd, a few encores, and a few really hot girls," he jokingly sighed. Now it was Collin's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Don't tell me you've got groupies?" Roger gave a fake nod, "Boy, you obviously haven't brought any of them home, or else they would have run screaming from your room. I've been in that hell-hole. Oskar the Grouch would be proud."

"And that, my friend, is what bathrooms are for," Roger gave a mini guffaw before getting up and going to his incredibly filthy room. He'd been here for a week, and already clothing seemed to be climbing up the walls in an attempt to get away from his wretched floor.

He plopped down on his bed and promptly tried to go to sleep. He had actually made it until about 2 in the morning when there was a ruckus by the door.

"Morraine, you can't just come in, I've got roommates," he could hear Mark's rushed whisper. Roger tried to see to the door, maybe now he could see the one girl who would actually date Mark.

"Oh, c'mon Pookey. I've got to have a place to stay," he could almost imagine the puppy dog eyes, "besides, my landlord kicked me out for not paying the rent, so you're the only person I can hole up with besides that old junkie boyfriend of mine down in jersey."

"Morraine, my roommates are guys," Mark was fighting an uphill battle against a much stronger force.

"Collin's doesn't count. He swings the other way," yep, Mark was loosing, "and it's not like I haven't been around a bunch of guys before."

"C'mon in Morraine," a sigh, "and please don't say that. I don't want to hear about your prior exploits."

"oh get a grip Mark, I'm just staying with you for a little bit. It's not like I'm moving in." Morraine's voice was like the kiss of death.

A week later, Morraine's stuff was in the apartment in Mark's room, and her roommates weren't exactly getting much in the way of sleep.