Author's Notes: Warning, this chapter is a bit more raunchy and racy guys. Bear with me. This just has to be. Have a great weekend everyone! Thank you to everyone that keeps up with this story, I appreciate it.

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Five

1Roger hobbled down the street towards a bar that night, right around the corner. Continuously holding onto the wall for support, the rocker entered the bar looking about him. He sat himself on a stool, motioning the bartender to bring him vodka on the rocks.

"Hey handsome."

Roger turned his head around and his erection that had been on his mind since he left the loft came to full attention at the Latin beauty that stood before him. "Hey." He said coolly bringing his shaking hand to her. She wore a 50's style dress, white with red floral patterns. The dress hugged her curves and her red shoes caused the rocker's eyes to open wider so he could get a really good look at her. She looked down at his calloused hand and smiled before taking it quickly. "Aracel Orozco."

"Roger Davis." What was it about Latin women that drove the rocker crazy? Maybe it was just Mimi. He was looking for Mimi. This woman wasn't her, but she would do for what he wanted to do. The young woman stood almost 6 foot, with red full lips. Her hair was extremely curly, curlier than Mimi's had ever been, but she wasn't Mimi. "What are you drinkin'?"

"A Sex on the beach would be lovely." She said giggling slighty. "How old are you Roger if you don't mind me asking?"

Roger lifted his drink, staring at condensation rim on the coaster. "25. You?"

She smiled at him, pushing herself closer to him. "Does it matter?"

"Not really. But I'd like to know." The rocker said as he eyed her breasts which stood out prominently. Politeness out the window, the woman began to rub the back of a very expectant Roger. "24."

The girl was so close to Roger he could feel each and every breath she exhaled. "Want to go hang out somewhere, just the two of us?" She leaned over and sensually whispered into his ear. "I want to get to know you."

"Yeah, let's go." The woman grabbed his hand and led him onto the street, her stiletto heels enticing Roger. "My place or yours sexy?"

Roger nervously chuckled out loud. "Definitely yours." As they walked down the street, Roger fumbled into his pockets for a condom. "Shit."

"What is it?" The woman alarmingly looked around, her hair wrapping around her neck giving him a full view of a lesion she must have been trying to hide from him. It was covered up with make-up pretty well, if Roger hadn't of known them so well, he would have never noticed it.

"How long have you had it?" Roger asked bluntly.

The woman covered the lesion quickly. "6 years today actually."

"I don't have any condoms."

"Wow, you don't give a shit about being polite do you?" The woman laughed nervously as she wrapped Roger's arms around her small waist making them land on her behind. "Don't worry about it. Who cares right?"

"Uhh right." Roger said as she pulled him down the street toward her apartment complex.

Surprisingly, he wasn't very far way from the loft which was good. The woman led Roger upstairs to her apartment "dropping" her keys on the floor so Roger could get a look at her ample behind. Roger wasn't disappointed. Feeling as if he hadn't a care in the world, the rocker rubbed the woman's ass causing her to moan slightly as she backed up into him.

She opened the door, revealing a small but comfortable apartment filled with frame posters of singers of yesterday. Throwing herself onto Roger who kicked the door closed with his foot, the woman wrapped her legs around Roger's behind gesturing him to touch her. Roger felt the anger from Mimi's death come upon him again as he pushed the woman against the wall kissing her roughly. Calling out, the woman welcomed Roger wanting it to be rougher, harder. Lifting her with ease, Roger entered the young woman screaming Mimi's name inside his head. Moaning loudly, the woman's back slammed against the wall roughly as Roger continued to thrust roughly inside of her. It was informal. It was absent of love and care.

"Fuck." Roger said as he thrusted into the woman as hard as he could, causing her pain but not caring either way. The woman felt Roger getting intense and began to scratch at Roger's back, not wanting him to stop. The two finally climaxed together, slowly sliding down the wall until they landed in a heap gasping for air.

"Oh my God." She said as she heaved in and out. Roger's heart was racing so fast he could hardly breathe himself as he tried to keep from hyperventilating. After a while, the young woman ran her fingers through Roger's hair. "Hey handsome, come to bed with me?"

The rocker lifted his head and locked eyes with this purple eyed beauty intently. "Where's your bathroom?"

Gesturing down the hall, Roger put himself back in his pants and walked toward the bathroom. As she watched Roger leave, the young woman began to sob as she sat in her own filth and shame. She continued to sob as she prepared the bed for herself and climbed into bed not even bothering to take off her make-up or her dress.

After cleaning himself up a bit, Roger stumbled into the bedroom and climbed into bed with this stranger feeling her draw herself closer to him. He wrapped his arms carefully around the young woman and fell asleep with dreams of Mimi dancing in his mind.

Angel tossed and turned all night, occasionally moaning Mimi's name. Collins would just hold her as he hadn't even begun to sleep. Mimi was his girl. He couldn't believe that she was gone because of something so stupid...

It had been a rough day. He had the administration breathing down his back about a speech and his students writing some of the sloppiest papers he'd ever seen in his life. Angel was out drumming, and the professor, figuring it was a nice night, decided to take a walk. He and Angel had been dating only for a few weeks and things were starting to get intense. But when Collins really thought about it, they had been intense since the day they met.

Collins looked about his neighborhood not recognizing any faces but one. Mimi's. The dancer was standing with a man who secretly handed her a small white baggie. She looked worried for a moment and the man shoved her in response. Trying to find a way out of her situation, she rubbed herself against the man who pushed her harder into the ground destroying her vintage leopard coat. Collins sprinted toward the man, pushing him harder than he did Mimi. "Piss off mother fucker!"

"Give me my fucking money slut!" The man shouted at Mimi.

"I told you that I don't have the money! Asno feo." Mimi said as she brought herself to her feet holding onto her arm that was itching for a hit.

"Mimi, give it back to him." Collins said holding his hand out to the tiny dancer who gripped the baggie tightly.

"No. Necesito un golpe Collins. I really need a hit." She whispered to her friend.

"Give it back to him, now." The professor said sternly. When she didn't give it up, Collins snatched it from her hand throwing it at the man who briskly walked away.

"Don't come to me unless you have money or something better than your ass."

"Fuck off man, get goin'" Collins said walking up to him in a defensive position. Mimi felt dirty and used as she took off her coat to view the damage.

"My coat." She moaned to herself. It was her very favorite coat, the only one she really had.

"You know Angel can fix that girl." Collins' smiled warmed Mimi's heart as she grabbed his hand like a child's. He'd always be her protector "Where are we going Collins?"

"Home, Meems. Let's go home."

As the two walked back towards Angel and Collins' apartment building, Mimi began to scratch at her wounds once more. "Collins, I gotta go-"

"No Mimi. Stay with us for a while alright?"

The dancer calmed her nerves a bit and ran up to Collins to catch up with him. "Thanks Collins."

"You know I love ya girl."

Angel brought Collins out of his thoughts by staring at him sweetly. "Hi lover." She whispered to him as she wiped her face of the tears that were falling.

"Hi baby." Collins ran his hands over Angel's short curly hair as his other hand squeezed Angel's arm. "How you doin' love?

The street drummer laid his head on Collins' chest once again, sighing. "I miss her."

"I know sweetheart, I know."

Lifting herself off of Collins, Angel held his hand kissing the top of it. "I'm gonna take a shower so I can go see Mark."

Collins propped himself up on his elbows, turning the lamp on. "Right now Ang? It's late, we'll go tomorrow."

"What time is it?"

Swinging his legs on the side of the bed, the professor glanced over at the clock. "It's 3 in the mornin' Ang. Come back over here."

Angel did just that and climbed into bed with Collins, neither of them getting any sleep. There was so much going on, so much to do. So much lost.

Translations:

"Asno feo." Ugly Ass

"Necesito un golpe Collins" I really need a hit Collins