A/N: Okay, I wrote this at one o'clock in the morning. Bear with me.

Disclaimer: As much as it pains me to say this... *sigh* I don't own it.

"Guys, let's get out of the loft."

Mark, Roger, Mimi, and Collins were sitting at a table, so bored they were reduced to card games. Ordinarily, playing poker with the Bohos might've been fun, but all they had to bet with were a few matches and $1.42 in change.

"Are you sure? I mean, I wouldn't want to miss out on all of this fun," Collins remarked sarcastically. Mimi rolled her eyes.

"Guys, I'm serious," she said. "It's my day off. Let's go to a bar or something."

"How exactly are we going to pay for it?" Mark asked.

There was a pause, and Collins started chuckling. "Since when has that ever been a problem, Mr. Cohen?"

Roger stood up and stretched, laying his cards on the table and causing a unanimous groan from the other three players. "I win."

After a few moments, Mimi stood too, smiling seductively and walking her fingers up her boyfriend's arm. "Hey, Rog," she murmured, gazing into his eyes.

"Yeah?" he replied with an eyebrow raised, ignoring how much he wanted to kiss her.

She pressed her lips to his, only pulling away after about seven seconds. "Wanna switch hands?"

"Not a chance," he murmured, shoving the change into his pocket and resuming the kiss, which evolved into a full-on makeout session. Mark stared at his cards, red-faced, while Collins watched with a wistful expression, undoubtedly reminiscing of his Angel.

Noticing this, Mark cleared his throat. "Erm...guys." When the anarchist wasn't looking, Mark jerked his head in his direction.

The couple pulled away, smiling and gazing into each other's eyes. Finally, Mark and Collins stood, each grabbing one of Roger's arms and pulling him toward the door. His girlfriend followed, laughing. She stopped.

"Wait," she said. "Let's invite Maureen. She probably needs to get out."

"Where is she, though?" Roger asked.

"Probably at Joanne's place, getting herself on the naughty list," Mark muttered.

"Well, then, we'll invite them both," Mimi decided, flouncing over to the phone and dialing the number to Joanne's apartment.

The lawyer picked up after the third ring. "Joanne Jefferson speaking."

"Hey, Jo, it's Mimi."

"Hi."

"Listen, we were gonna go down to a bar or the Life or something. Do you and Maureen want to come?"

"Maureen and I broke up," Joanne deadpanned. Mimi recognized the tone- it was Joanne's 'lawyer voice.' So Joanne was hurt... Probably just as much as Maureen, Mimi guessed, if not more.

"She didn't go back over there this morning?" the stripper asked, looking over at the three boys, who shrugged.

"No..." There was a long pause.

"Joanne, are you okay?" Mimi finally blurted, concerned.

"Um, yeah...I mean, I'm not exactly being beaten up here." She forced a small, uncharacteristic laugh.

"That's not what I mean, chica, and you know it."

Another brief silence. Mimi heard Joanne take a few deep, shaky breaths. "...I need to get back to work."

"Oh. Okay. Well, if you feel like coming, we'll be down at the Life."

"Thanks."

"Bye, Joanne." The line went dead. Mimi hung up the phone, shrugging. "Where do you think Mo went?"

"She probably went back to the performance space or something," Roger said, putting an arm around his girlfriend. "Come on. We'll look for her later."

The latina nodded, and the four walked out of the loft.

They sat at their normal table. The waiter didn't even ask; he brought around four beers and a bottle of wine. Mimi supposed it was because he was tired of people yelling at him for wine and beer. She shrugged.

"Hey," the manager called, spotting them at the table. "You guys. You know your friend, what's-her-name, the one who started that riot a year or two ago-"

"Maureen," Mark interrupted.

"Yeah, her. Your friend Maureen came in here this morning. Left without paying. You know, by now you guys owe me..." he paused, "...I wanna say a grand total of seventy-three bucks, and that's just from the last time all of you guys came here. Listen, if you don't start paying I'm gonna have to kick you out of the resturant."

"Chill, dude, we'll pay next time," Roger told him. He turned in his seat, raising his already empty beer bottle. "Hey, waiter! Beer, please?" He turned back to the manager. "You were saying?"

The curly-haired man looked irritated, tapping his foot impatiently as he spoke. "Are you gonna pay or not?"

"We told you, we'll pay next time," Mark said.

"Here, this is a start." Roger dropped his poker winnings into the guy's outstretched hand. Looking like he wanted to stab someone, the manager walked away, cussing them out under his breath.

"Wait," Mark called.

Giving them all the evil eye, the man turned back around. "What?" he snapped.

"What was Maureen doing here?" the filmmaker asked. Inside, he knew, they were all worried- when she was emotionally driven to it, the brunette could do some crazy things.

"Ordered a beer or two. She was talking to that guy you two used to meet here," he said, pointing at Mimi and Roger.

"Which guy?" Mimi asked. There was a moment of silence, and suddenly Roger was on his feet, eyes wide, a dangerous expression on his face.

"Ponytail? Dark hair? Mustache and beard?" he growled.

"Yeah. That one."

"Roger, who-" Mimi started, but her boyfriend shushed her.

"Where'd she go?" Roger growled, grabbing onto the manager's shirt and nearly lifting him off the ground. "Did he leave with her?"

"Roger-" Mark began, but again, Roger cut them off.

The manager (who was a good six inches shorter than Roger) gulped, shaking slightly. "Listen, sir, I didn't see. Please, just-"

"You have to have seen! Someone has to have seen!" the rocker snapped, shaking the shorter man, who was by now dangling four inches off the ground by his shirt.

Collins stood up, grabbing Roger's shoulder. "Rog, that's enough," he warned. Glaring, Roger abruptly released the manager, who ran back into the kitchen. The two sat down at the table. Roger pushed his drink away, though, scanning the street though the small window in the door.

"Roger, what's going on?" Mimi asked, grabbing his wrist. "Are you saying she really did cheat?" Roger opened his mouth to tell them, but decided against it- he didn't want to worry them too much.

Instead, he just shook his head and looked from Mark to Collins and back to Mimi. "We need to find Maureen. As fast as possible."

Another A/N: I woke up this morning, screamed, and jumped on my bed for a few minutes upon seeing that I had two reviews and a story alert. You guys freaking made my day. So kudos to all of you, reviewers and story alerters alike. And in case you all are wondering, there's a tiny bit of MoJo next chapter in the form of a fantasy... It's not much, but I'll add in at least a tiny bit in every chapter until we get to the big, GIANT MoJo chapter...which I am writing write now (and enjoying very much). Anyway. I'll stop blabbering now.

There's a little button.
See it?
It's right down there.
Yeah. There.
You know what I add if you click it?
More MoJo.
Yeah, you heard me.
MORE MOJO.
The more you click, the more you get.
So ya know what you should do?
Click it.

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