God I still hope people are still reading this, I have had a serious lack of inspiration lately. I've managed to type out this little beauty, I hope you like it. Oh, and I'm sorry if my Mimi sucks majorly, I've never played her this much before. Loves to you all!

Mark has been rather jumpy for the past few days, even the sound of the door closing too loud or the phone ring scares the ever-loving crap out of him. He's expecting some sort of karmic retribution to happen, a piece of the roof to fall on his head or the hot plate bursting into flames and singeing his face. Something has to happen to him to make up for the fact that he slept with his ex-girlfriend's girlfriend. It's been weeks now and nothing…nothing but his own conscience tearing up his insides.

To make matters worse, it isn't even his little indiscretion with Bebe that's gotten him feeling like a human size pile of excrement, he and Roger haven't stopped their little rendezvous like they were supposed to be doing. They would give it a shot, then one of them would mention that they are horny, or they'll drink a little bit…or they'll just look at each other in a certain way, and that monogamy thing that Rog has been trying flies out the window. As wonderful as it feels while they're doing it, when he has time to himself to think, he's eating himself up inside.

This is why Mark doesn't mind the noise coming from the other side of the living room…the loud, raucous noise that is coming from Roger and Judas. When they met each other it's like they found each other's long lost twin, finishing each other's guitar riffs and innuendoes. Half the time he isn't sure whether he should laugh or roll his eyes, most of the time settling for both. Right now he isn't paying attention though, just using the noise as a way to not think at all.

He is brought out of his haze by a guitar pick hitting him in the forehead, and Roger's resulting laughter. Mark looks up and sees Judas looking at him, his intense green eyes surveying him thoughtfully. "You alright there, Mark?" He asks, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, turn that frown upside down, Marky boy." Roger says, once again laughing a little bit.

"I'm good, I'm good." Mark mutters, looking down at the floor.

"You can't lie to me Mark, those baby blues give you away." Judas says with a small laugh, though he really was as little bit concerned. He had been hanging out with Roger and Mark quite a bit and Mark seemed rather happy and animated when he would talk to Roger, now he's kind of brooding. He hates to see people in a bad mood.

"You're a funny guy, Jude." Mark mutters.

"You know it."

Just then the phone rings and Mark nearly jumps out of his seat. Judas and Roger both laugh. "Oh yeah, Mark. You're just fine." Judas says, still laughing along with Roger. The phone keeps ringing and Roger glances at Mark. "You gonna answer that or what?"

"Figured I'd see who it is first." Mark says, thinking that if it's Mimi or Maureen that he isn't sure if he wants to pick up the phone.

Roger pulls his guitar into his lap and begins to strum a tune. "Markyyyy, just pick uuuup the damn phooooone." He sings, purposely out of tune.

"Jesus, I will just stop singing." Mark says with an over exaggerated wince, unable to keep much of a straight face with Roger acting like that. He always did have a way of making him smile.

Just then Judas joins in. "Markyyyy, let them know that you're hoooome." He sings, also extremely out of tune.

"I got it!" Mark says, beginning to laugh a bit and walking over to the phone, dreading who might be on the other end. "Hello?"

"Roger?" Asks a voice he recognizes as Mimi.

"Do I sound like Roger?" He asks in what hopes is a playful tone, not wanting to give away how awkward he feels simply talking to her. He puts a finger over his open ear, trying to block out the sound of Roger and Judas' loud playing and singing.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry Mark." She says with a light chuckle. "Is Roger there?"

"Shut up you assholes!" Mark yells at the two guitarists before turning back to the phone. "Yeah, he's here."

"And it sounds like Judas is there as well…what else is new…" She mutters, sighing a little bit. She means it as a joke, though Mark can't help but catch a small hint of exasperation there.

"I know what you mean." He replies, though he doesn't mind all that much, he's just agreeing with her because it's easier than really getting into the conversation, trying as hard as he can to not think too much. "You wanna talk to him, or just give him a message?"

"Just remind him that he said he would come down to see me for a little while." She says in a slightly irritated voice. "And maybe remind him that he's dating me, and not Judas."

"I'm not sure how willing he'll be to believe that." Mark says, a light chuckle in his voice.

Roger, who apparently has some sort of mind reading capabilities, shouts out from his seat next to Judas. "Just tell her to drag her lazy ass up here!"

"Did you here that?" Mark asks, unable to keep the laughter out of his voice.

"Yeah, I heard." She says, exasperation in her voice once more. "But we were supposed to go out to a club and go drinking and dancing."

Mark could almost hear the pout forming on her lips when she says that, feeling a little bit bad that he's contributing a bit to the time Roger is spending away from his girlfriend. Hell, he's the one who usually suggests it. He can't help it though, he just loves being near him…especially if it leads to a little mischief. He mentally shakes his head though, these are the things that's making him feel like shit in the first place.

He turns to Roger, who right now has Judas in a headlock, and tries to get his attention. "Roger…Rog…Rog!"

"You wish my mother would downgrade to an ass like you." Roger says, holding the headlock a bit harder before looking up at Mark. "What?"

"Oy vey…" Mark mutters, taking his glasses off and rubbing his eyes at the scene in front of him. "Are we 12 years old?"

"Yes." Roger and Judas both say at the same time.

"Mimi wants to remind you that you were supposed to go clubbing with her tonight."

Roger groans a bit, remembering that he had promised her. "Um…can't we all just go?" He asks lamely, then letting out another groan, this time because Judas punched him in the gut in order to get out of the headlock.

"Messed up my hair, you bastard." Judas says, giving Roger a shove as Mark relays the message.

"Does that mean that Judas will be coming too?" She asks with an air of dismay.

"She wants to know if Judas has to come." Mark says to Roger.

"You don't get me without Judy." Roger replies, resting Judas' head on his shoulder and petting him, causing Mark to scoff.

"That'd be a yes." Mark says to Mimi, who groans loudly.

"Okay…okay, I'll be up in a minute." She moans.

"You haven't even met Judas yet." Mark says with a sigh. "Give him a chance, you might like him."

"I'm sure he's about as fun as a kick in the nose." She mutters before hanging up.

Mark glances back at the two guys and Judas' head is still resting on Roger's shoulder, his head resting on Judas and they are both batting their eyelashes at him.

"I think we make a cute couple, don't you." Roger says, puckering up his lips and making kissy noises at Mark.

To Mark's great surprise, by the time they walk down the street that leads to the club Mimi isn't giving Judas the death glare anymore. When she arrived at the loft, he was sure she was going to go Latina fury on Judas and throw him out of the window, but now they're actually rather civil, and she's laughed at one or two of his numerous amounts of random anecdotes and dirty jokes he told on the walk over.

As Judas and Roger go off on a discussion on whether Stratocasters or Les Pauls are better to play in concerts, Mark takes a step closer to Mimi. "You haven't killed him yet."

"I know…okay, so he isn't as bad as I thought he was at first." Mimi says with a small sigh, never liking to admit that she is wrong. "But…Roger keeps spending time with him, and even when he's with me he talks about stuff that he and Judas talk about."

Mark frowns a little bit when she says that, remembering Roger used to be the same way about him. Suddenly he can see why Mimi was jealous, feeling the familiar feeling flare up inside of him as well. He shouldn't be feeling this way, Roger isn't his boyfriend, they just mess around…but he's starting to become afraid that if Roger spends a lot of time with Judas he'll stop spending time with him and he doesn't know how he would handle that. Yet another log to add onto the fire that is the raging pile of shit in his life.

"Yeah…I can see how that can get old pretty fast…" He mutters softly, letting out a small sigh.

"But, maybe I'm just overreacting." She says, sighing as they near the club. "I mean, I can kind of see why Roger likes him…they practically finish each other's sentences…" She mutters, glancing at the two of them chatting animatedly.

Mark frowns even further, the jealousy flaring up once more. "Yeah…just overreacting…you're the one he's in love with." He says softly, trying to make her feel better, though making himself feel worse. Judas is his better friend, and Mimi is the one he's in love with, what chance does he have?

Mimi smiles softly at him. "Thanks Mark…you always know what to say." She says, leaning in and kissing his cheek.

"Yeah…it's what I'm good at." He says softly, walking into the club, Judas and Roger still talking.

As they walk over to the bar, the group is broken up by the crowd of people. Mark takes this as his opportunity to cut in and get his time to talk with Roger. They end up sitting at the bar with Mark sitting next to Roger, Judas next to Mimi. As Mark begins to talk to Roger, he wishes he knew a thing or two about guitars so he could keep his attention for a little bit longer, but he does the best he can.

After a few rounds, Mark turns to Roger, unable hold it back anymore. "Roger…we really need to talk."

That phrase often causes a collective chill in every person in the relative area, and it's no different here. Judas and Mimi, who had actually begun to talk, mostly about under ground bands that they liked, look at each other and exchange awkward glances. Judas bites his lower lip, trying to think of a way to break the silence. "Um…Mimi…wanna dance?"

"You dance?" Mimi asks, an eyebrow raised at him.

"Dancing is like horizontal sex to music, not that hard." Judas says with a small smirk, though unable to hold back a glance at Mark and Roger, curious as to what they could possibly have to take about that's that important.

"Alright…sure." Mimi says, hoping down from her stool, though likewise looking at Mark and Roger interestingly. When she are positive that Mark isn't going to tell them what he's trying to talk to Roger about, Mimi takes his hand and walks off with him to the dance floor, pushing through people to get to the middle.

Judas and Mimi

Judas pushes his way through the crowd of people to find him and Mimi a spot to dance near the center. He is actually rather looking forward to dancing with her. He hasn't met her before today but, from what Mark and Roger have said, she isn't completely thrilled with him. He knows that he can be a bit of an asshole sometimes, but it isn't often that someone dislikes him before they even meet him. So he's rather interested in trying to get her to like him a little bit, or at least tolerate him. Roger is a cool guy, they might even be starting a band together and he doesn't want to be on bad terms with his girlfriend. He's seen situations like that turn very sour, very fast.

He smiles softly as he takes a step toward her, moving slowly to the music, wondering how this is going to turn out, knowing it could go either very well or very badly.

"So…" Judas says, finding it surprisingly difficult to come up with something to say to her. He has a feeling it has something to do with what they had just walked away from. Mark needed to talk to Roger about something, and it didn't sound like it was a pleasant something.

"What do you suppose Mark is talking to Roger about?" Mimi asks, voicing what is on both of their minds.

Judas laughs. "Couldn't tell you."

"Well, I hope they don't take too long over there." Mimi says, a frown on her face as she cranes her neck to try and spot them.

"Yeah, don't wanna spend too much time with an asshole like me, right?" He asks, smirking slightly at her as he takes a step closer to her, getting her to laugh softly.

"It's like you read my mind." She teases, her body moving to the music without her having to even think about it. "Honestly, I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to come off as such a bitch, you've just been spending a lot of time with my boyfriend lately. More time than he's spent with me the past week or so."

"For which I'm sorry." He says honestly, having no intention on cutting in on their time.

"It's okay, I was just…overreacting is all." She says, moving just a little bit closer to him herself. She is used to dancing up against other guys and girls while dancing, so it's nothing to her to get a little closer. "I think you're a nice guy, Judas."

"I like you too, Mimi." He says with a small grin, glad that she is past her anger at him now. "And for what it's worth, we aren't just hanging around and drinking beer all of the time."

"Oh really?" She asks, rather skeptical.

"We work on music as we drink beer." He says, a grin playing at his lips. "And we pick on Mark a little bit…while we drink beer." He says, getting another laugh from her. He rests his hands on her hips, always one to be daring.

The action causes Mimi to look down at where his hands are, though after a few seconds go by she decides to allow it, even letting her hips sway a bit faster to the rising tempo of the music. "Well, I'm glad that you're helping him get out of his funk. He's been looking for someone to help start the band for a while. He's been much less broody lately…that is when I actually see him."

"He's got a helluva mind for music." He says, pressing against her, moving as well to the fast paced music. "I can write music well enough, but I suck at lyrics. Roger's good at doing both."

"It sure comes in handy as an anniversary gift or birthday present."

"Now that is bad ass." He says with a laugh. "Never had a girlfriend myself, but if I ever do I'll be sure to write her a song. The money hasn't exactly been flowing lately."

"Good looking guy like you doesn't have a girlfriend?" She asks, an eyebrow raised at him.

"Haven't found a girl who was worth the aggravation of a relationship." Judas shrugs.

Mimi turns around, pressing her back against him and moving a bit more to the music. It's been a while since she's been out dancing, her and Roger have been planning it for weeks but they haven't gotten around to it until today. "Come on they aren't all that bad." She says, causing Judas to raise an eyebrow at her. She meets his eyes for a second before sighing. "Ok, so it is a lot of aggravation but most of the time you don't even think about it."

"If you find the right person." Judas says. "Which is why I said that I haven't found the right person yet. For now I'm just having fun with my wildly random sexual conquests." He says, flashing her a wink.

Mimi laughs again, moving her hips against him a bit more. "You know, you remind me of Roger."

"Yeah, I've been getting that from Mark a lot lately."

"Well…you're a lot like him." She says, turning around and slipping her arms around his neck, feeling a bit more comfortable with him now. "Both guitarists, both cocky, both extremely handsome." She says, grinning a little bit.

"Aren't you all compliments all of a sudden." Judas laughs.

"Well, I feel bad for giving you such a hard time."

"The drinks you had earlier might also have helped out your good mood."

They laugh and talk and dance for a few more minutes, both of them finding they enjoy each other's company quite a bit. Mimi can almost laugh when she thinks about how she hated him before she even met him, it seems so stupid now that they are actually talking and having a good time. Maybe it was a good thing that Mark and Roger had their little talk.

"You know, you're really good at this dancing stuff, I'm guessing you go clubbing often." Judas says as they slowly make their way back to the bar, though not rushing at all to get back.

"Well, I do it for a living." She says with a wink. "But yeah, I go out whenever I can. Haven't been able to much lately, Roger has been busy and I really wanted to go with him." She admits.

This causes Judas to raise his eyes, glancing at her. "But…you went just last Thursday."

"No I didn't. You, Mark and Roger hung out almost all night." Mimi says softly, stopping to turn and look at him.

"No, I remember because he told me he had a date with you and that I had to leave early…" He says, though his voice trails off, wincing slightly at what they had just said. Roger had lied to Judas to get him out of the loft, and lied to Mimi as to what he had done. Judas can't really think of why Roger would do something like that.

Mimi on the other hand has a small idea, though she is hoping that it isn't true. Both Mark and Roger promised that they had ended things, so why was Roger lying to her about what he was doing when he told her that he couldn't go out with her that day? Once again, she tells herself that she's overreacting, looking too much into things. He probably just wanted to make it an early night and didn't feel like explaining it to either of them…yeah…that was probably what it was.

"I'm sure it's no big deal." Mimi says softly, trying to reassure herself more than him.

"Yeah no big deal."

No sooner do the words leave his lips when they turn towards the bar again and catch a glimpse of something that makes both of their mouths drop.

"Roger!" Mimi says in disbelief.

Mark and Roger

"Alright Marky." Roger says, his face somewhat solemn. He had been just as awkward as confused as Mimi and Judas was before they left. "What's this all about?"

"I just wanted some time to talk to you alone." Mark mutters, ordering another beer for himself, glaring forward at nothing in particular. He honestly has no idea what he's going to say to him exactly…he knows what is on his mind, and he knows what he would like to say, but what he would like to say and what he will say are two different things.

To that, Roger simply rolls his eyes. "And people tell me that I'm the one who's dramatic." He says, ordering a beer and a shot of rum. He has the feeling that tonight will be a good time to get drunk.

"I'm not being dramatic." Mark retorts, though his tone sounds rather petulant. "I just miss spending time with you."

"Christ Marky boy, you sound like Mimi." Roger says with a loud laugh, though when he sees the look on Mark's face his mirth dies out. "You're…serious about this." He mutters softly, quite dumbfounded.

Mark bites his lower lip, finally looking back up at him, nodding slowly. "I miss you Roger, you've been spending so much time with Judas lately…"

"You are with us most of the time when we hang out, Judas thinks you're a cool guy."

"But when you two hang out there really isn't room for anyone else."

By this point Roger is getting rather frustrated at Mark's words, his hands clenching into fists on the bar. He can't believe what he's hearing from him, it's bad enough that he gets the same kind of bitching from his girlfriend he gets it from his best friend too. "Mark, enough with the cryptic bullshit." He says, trying to keep himself calm though his voice is dripping with impatience. "Stop beating around the bush and tell me what's bothering you."

"What are you talking about-"

"This has nothing to do with Judas and you know, what the hell is eating you?"

"I just…want more time with you…to myself." Mark mutters, his voice muffled as he raises his mug to his lips and drinking down a nice gulp of his beer, likewise feeling the need to get a little more tipsy for this night to go well at all.

"God damn it! I'm dating Mimi, not you." Roger says. Pounding his fists down onto the bar in frustration.

"Well maybe you shouldn't be!" Mark fires back. This statement results in a long, heavy silence between them where Roger eyes his best friend like he's looking at a complete and utter stranger.

When looking back on this moment, Mark will blame saying what he did on the alcohol. Having as much alcohol as he did makes it pretty much certain that he would say something he would much rather keep to himself, though he would be lying if he said that wasn't what he was actually thinking.

For once, Roger was at a complete loss for words. No snaky remarks, no snappy comebacks. Nothing in his verbal arsenal covers this situation, not by a long shot. "Mark…" Is all he can say, his heart beating a little faster for reasons beyond him.

"I'm sorry…" Mark mutters, his face turning beet red in true Mark fashion, though he doesn't really appear to be sorry. He said what he feels, no two ways to look at it.

"You're not sorry, Mark." Roger says in a monotone voice, still unable to grasp completely what has just happened. "Alcohol makes you tactless, but it doesn't make you lie."

He is right of course, Mark figures, unable to think of anything else to say to that. It isn't often that he goes out and says something like that, usually opting to hold his tongue in order to keep the peace a little while longer. He couldn't do it this time, he is tired of doing that and the booze gave him the guts it took to say what he wanted to.

"Fucking hell…" Roger says, breaking Mark out of his mental fog. "How long has this been building up?"

"I don't know…just been building up little by little for a very long time." Mark mutters, taking another long draft from his mug. "I don't dislike Mimi. Don't get me wrong, I love her…I just don't like you two together."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Roger asks, his voice raising once again, unsure if he can take much more of this crap.

"There was a time when you two were perfect for each other…that time ended a long time ago." Mark says softly, almost delicately. It was something he didn't want to say, but felt he had to get it off his chest. Well, no time like the present.

Roger just stares blankly at his friend, taken aback by what he has just heard. He never thought he would ever hear anything like that from anyone, let alone Mark. All this time he has been thinking that and Roger had no idea, how the hell could something like this happen?

For nearly a minute they just stare at each other, both of them having said all they have to say. Then, with one quick motion, Mark leans in and captures Roger's lips in a small but lingering kiss.

Almost as quick as it happened, the kiss ends. Mark pulls away, hops down from the stool and just walks out of the bar, leaving Roger to his very confused thoughts. Roger just sits there, watching Mark walk out until he hears a voice behind him.

"Roger!" Mimi cries out from about ten feet away.

"Oh great…" Roger mutters, downing his shot and signaling at the bar tender to keep them coming.