Author's Note – It just evolved into a two shot.
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As Roger wandered down the squeaky-clean white and blue tiles of the drugstore floor, he began to get nervous. He didn't know that he was buying his girlfriend tampons on a dare…
When he reached the 'woman's' aisle, he stopped. Roger had forgotten to ask Mimi what kind she wanted. He made the manly decision, to buy the first one he saw.
Roger glanced at the first shelf to his left. He saw five boxes, marked heavy, light, medium, teen, and nighttime. The large, callused hand reached for the pink box marked medium. The selection was made.
He walked up to the cash register. The girl who helped him was beautiful; blonde and tall. She looked like she was about to start flirting with him, but that was before she saw what he was holding. A pink box of tampons. A look of confusion covered her facial features. Roger uneasily handed the box to the girl and pulled a handful of money from his pocket.
Emma, the girl's name, according to her name tag, was still looking at the rocker questioningly. Roger wanted to be rude, but he restrained himself.
"My girlfriend is sick…"
"I see…Will this be all for you today?"
"Yes."
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When he got back to the loft, Angel and Collins were still giggling. Mimi opened the door for Roger, with Mark close behind her.
"Didja have fun, Roggy boy?" Collins taunted.
"Yes, I had a blast, if you must know. Thomas."
Collins cringed at the usage of his real name.
Mimi grasped for the white bag that Roger was holding, but he suspended it above his head, out of her reach.
"Ah, ah, ah…you have to work for these, woman." He smiled down at her lovingly.
"Okay…tonight it is then," she said seductively.
At that, Mark, Collins, and Angel erupted into another fit of giggles.