AN: Thanks for hanging in there, you guys! Hershey was pretty cool, but I did cough a lot, and people around me were not happy. Oh well! Ok, to warn you, I'm about to use some Spanish in this chapter, but I am a middle class white girl who took French. What is here is thanks to and some tweaking of my friends. So if I'm wrong, please tell me! And anyone who could volunteer to help me with Spanish if I needed it – that would be ENORMOUSLY appreciated! Awesomeness. So you guys are being seriously awesome with the reviewing, and the ration of reviews to hits is going down, so it doesn't look like anyone will be taken out by a bus anytime soon. Yay for you! Seriously, the reviews rock so much. I love y'all! Here comes the anons:

Amber – the one and only – Thank you very much! You have fun at your undisclosed place. Hmmm ... was that a double meaning or a dirty meaning or both? Interested ... I'm glad you liked Maureen. She and Dave are my absolute favorite to write because they just seem to flow easier than the other characters.

socogal – I just don't see the appeal of those two dating. I really don't see what started it. I mean, using Ron/Harry as an example again, in HP there were some definite undercurrents that could be taken the wrong way, but I just don't see where the whole Mark/Roger thing started. They are much too firmly implanted in my mind as friends, but that's just me, I guess. Of course I saw, and I replied to it in the next chapter. I'm glad someone likes it. I'm trying to put it up at but they won't send me my password. I figure I'll get more feedback there as there are less fics at that site. Thank you very much. I think it will work just fine. Wait. What strike? I live within thirty minutes of Washington and I don't know this? Why am I so freakin OBVLIVIOUS? (sigh) Dude, I love the name Gordon! It's cute! Which is why I'd off Steve. I may actually include those two very soon. Oh! That's horrible! It's like me and eye drops. Once when I was ten, we went to a new eye doctor, and he got so annoyed with me not keeping my eyes open, he shoved them apart, and my eye was so bruised I could hardly see through it for a week. Quite obviously, I don't go to him anymore. Hee. That's like me whenever I go to musical theatre. And also now me on my antibiotics. I'm so spacey it's absolutely insane. Very bad things. I'm glad you like Maureen. I always loved her. She's a lot like me, expect sluttier. I just figured she needed time to grow out of the slutiness and she'd be such a cool person. It's been like three years, so I figured she did. Well, I'm sure its slutiness so much as cheatingness, and a tendency to show off her butt, though if I had her butt, I might, too. Anyway ... I know! I reread my last chapter on the way to Hershey and I made myself sad. No, Marky! Show up under my Christmas tree and bring Roger with you! Hee. I have a bodyguard now? Sweet.

megs – I feel the same way about writing it! I was writing an essay last night after I got back, and I kept having to tell myself "Bad Jennifer! Don't write the story! You can do that tomorrow! Write your essay! Now!" Thank you very much! I feel for Marky, too (see above comment). All the compliments, I'm totally blushing.

Disclaimer: I now own a new, crisp $20 bill thanks to my aunt in Virginia. Please don't take that away!

Late Night Fights ... and Make Ups

Roger grimaced as he heard the sound a foot tapping beckoning from his room. He'd stayed out on the couch as long as he could. He'd tried to get Mark to talk to him, and then had left and gotten Maureen to do it when that failed. He had listened to them fall asleep. All to avoid the curly-headed terror that had arrived at the loft from Joanne's ten minutes ago and was waiting for him in the bedroom.

She shouldn't be mad. Really. He had done what he'd done to protect her. Given enough time, she'd realize that. He hoped.

He gulped as he made his slow, tiptoe-ing way across the apartment. He stuck his head into their room quietly and swallowed nervously again as he got a full view of Mimi's face; it was dark and cloudy, full of ill portents for him. He chuckled nervously. "Hi, baby."

"¡Tu es un idiota que jode!" Mimi's face was bright red and her hands were flying everywhere. "¿Qué pensaba tu?"

Roger was beginning to understand some Spanish, mainly from rants like these. He didn't know exactly what she was saying now, but he knew it wasn't good. "He was drunk and ..."

"¡Tu es un idiota! Hacía bien solo." Mimi was right up in his face now, accenting each word by prodding her right index finger into his chest. Hard.

He knew what that last part meant. "You were not doing fine. He was a foot taller than you ..."

"That's what security was there for, Roger! ¡Tu es tan estúpido!" She glared up at him.

He knew she was starting to calm down when she started using English again. "I am not stupid," he told her pitifully, trying to be cute.

"Stop it," she snapped at him. He got serious again right away. "What were you doing? You jumped off the stage to attack some guy ..."

"He was kissing you!" Roger was definitely angry now, too. He was definitely not over that point.

"I had him off me before you even got there!" She made a loud frustrated noise. "We could've been fired tonight, Roger!" Mimi was so angry she looked at a loss for what to do for a moment. Then she reached up and whacked him across the back of the head.

"Ouch! Hey!" Roger reached up and rubbed the back of his head. Maybe she could've dealt with that guy on her own...

"Don't ever do that again, do you hear me?" She looked him straight in the eye until he nodded. Then she collapsed on the mattress, muttering, "¡Mi Dios!" and rubbing her head.

He sat down next to her. "That really did hurt," he told her after a moment.

She started to laugh. "Did the tough rocker get his ass kicked by a girl?"

He grinned. She didn't look like she was going to start swinging again, which was definitely a good thing. "You're the only girl who can beat me up, so I had to fall in love with you."

Mimi's eyes softened and she pulled him down for a kiss. When they broke apart, he got partially under her, with Mimi facing the ceiling, and held her to him. "I love you too, baby," she murmured.

They sat in silence for a while, Mimi playing with Roger's hand and Roger placing small kisses in her hair. Suddenly, he started to laugh. Mimi looked at him quizzically. "Do you realize that we are currently the longest lasting and most successful relationship in our group?"

She started to laugh, too. "Our friends are seriously screwed up, aren't they?"

He nodded against her head. "Yup." He hesitated before asking. "Meems? Do you ever think about the future?"

She shook her head. "No day but today, right?"

He thought about to phrase this. "I know. I just mean ... about us." He voice got kind of quiet as his cheeks started to flush.

"Roger Davis! First you get beat up by a girl, now this?" Mimi turned to smirk at him. "Baby, what's happening to you?"

"Too many girls in the group. Mark and Benny are the only straight guys around. And Mark's always talking about his feelings, and now I'm picking it up," he complained jokingly. She giggled, and he continued in a more serious vein. "But really. Do you know where we're going?"

Mimi furrowed her brow at him. "What's going on Roger?" She was starting to look worried.

He took a deep steadying breath. He had planned a romantic reveal at the club. He had even invited all his friends to come along. But everything had gone wrong. First finding out about Abby and realizing that she had to tell Mark that night. He had gone to the club still intent on getting it done, but he had seen that guy kissing her, and considering what he had planned, he just snapped. But nothing, nothing at all, was going to get in the way of this, group drama aside. Roger was a man on a mission. A man with a limited amount of time to deal with.

All that in mind, he sat up, and turned Mimi around until she was facing him. She was biting her lip now, her eyes wide and nervous. Not for the same reason he was, probably. He reached back and pulled out a box. Her eyes started to light up. "Oh my God. Is that a...?"

Roger knew that his smile was insanely goofy, but at the point he had stopped caring. "This is not at all the way I wanted to do this. But I'm not waiting any longer." He flipped the box open to reveal the ring that he had been saving for ever since that fateful Christmas night last year, when she had come back to him. "Mimi Marquez, will you please, please marry me?"

She nearly tackled him as she kissed him. She started repeating, "Yes, yes, yes, yes," puncturing each answer with a kiss on various parts of his face.

He laughed in a giddy sort of way. He pulled back and grabbed her hand. Very gently he slid the ring on. It was small, he knew, but she was making it seem like the most beautiful thing she had ever seen by the way her eyes were tearing up as she watched him slip it on her finger, then kiss her hand. "My God, Roger. We're getting married."

He grinned. "I'm just mad that Maureen and Joanne did it first."

She sobered. "Wait. Everyone's fighting. And Mark just found out about Abby ... how are we going to tell them?"

"We can wait, if you want." Even though Roger definitely didn't want to.

Mimi considered it, then nodded. "Just until tomorrow night, though. To give everything some time to settle down."

He looked at his watch. "Babe, I hate to tell you, but tomorrow night is actually tonight. It's four in the morning."

"We'd better go to sleep, then. We have a lot of drama to deal with in the morning." Roger laughed at that.

She stood up to get dressed for bed. Watching her, he asked, "You sure you want to go sleep?" When she glanced at him, he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Mimi smiled, but tried to admonish him anyway. "Roger Davis, are you trying seduce me?" He nodded furiously. She giggled, but shook her head. "We need sleep, baby. We can do that tomorrow night."

He was disappointed, but only for a moment. He was fairly tired, too. "Believe me, I'll remember that."

She smirked. "I know you will." She turned off the lights. Roger lifted up his arm, and Mimi got in bed, snuggling close to him. He hugged her to him tightly. The room was silent for a few minutes. Then she whispered softly, "I love you, you know that?"

"Good," he informed her. "I love you, too."

AN: So people were asking for some Roger/Mimi fluff, so I thought this would be a good place for it, amidst all the drama. Didn't see that coming, did you? Good. I like for there to be some surprises. We'll back to the Mark/Abby drama some next chapter. This is another chapter I'm kinda nervous about. I'm very zonked on antibiotics and little sleep, so I'm not sure exactly how well written this is. I hope I did the proposal justice. Please let me know! Love? Hate? Review!