This chapter is in testing. I'm curious on what people think of this one. I might change it, I might not. It depends.
Isn't it interesting? That when you come with something original, then everybody goes and takes it? Since this story has appeared, I've found at least 4 stories that have Marima as an alternet name for Mimi. I guess people aren't creative enough to come up with their own names, but have to take others.
-Serendipity Kat
Chapter 4
"MARK! Where the hell are you?" came a voice.
A blonde haired guy with glasses looked up from where he was editing the day's film. "I'm in my room! What do you want Roger?"
"You. Out. Now." a tall man in a rumpled leather jacket burst into Mark's room. "You've been in there all day which I know isn't healthy."
Mark rolled his blue eyes. "I have not. Hell, Roger. Leave me alone! I need to finish this footage for Alexi!"
"No. We're going out. Benny-"
"Benny what?" Came a new voice.
Both men turned to see a tall, lanky African-American bald man standing the doorway. "Benny what?" he asked again.
Roger rolled his green eyes. "Benny, help me get Mark out of here. I was going to take him to that club you suggested."
Benny smiled and joined Roger by the bed as Mark got a terrified look on his face. "No! No clubs. Come on, guys! Please no clubs!!"
Roger and Benny shared a look then roughly grabbed Mark's arms and hauled him up.
"You really need to get out more, Mark." Benny said laughingly as he and Roger shoved Mark out the bedroom door. "You need to live a bit and stop detaching from the rest of the living world."
"Hey!" Mark protested indignantly. "I live." He looked around and saw a smirk on Roger's handsome face and a disbelieving look on Benny's. "Really, I do."
Roger snorted and fell over backwards onto the worn couch. "Right. When was the last time you went somewhere without your camera?"
Mark was silent and looked down at his hands.
Roger continued on. "And when was the last time you haven't gone a day without editing your film? And what about the time-"
Mark jumped up and shook his hands. "All right, all right. Enough." He sighed heavily. "Fine… I'll go with you to the club."
Roger and Benny smiled and each of them grabbed their coats.
As they went out the door, mark was at loose ends with what to do about his hands. Normally they were wrapped around his camera. He stuffed them into his pockets and watched as Roger and Benny exchanged playful banter with each other. Then up ahead, there, he saw it, The Cat Scratch Club.
"Benny? Why are we going to a strip club?"