I had the day off from rehearsal today and didn't feel like doing my homework, and thus, another chapter was born. Enjoy!

To my reviewers:

Amara 15: Thanks! Many a plot twist await!

iNvIsIbLe GiRl 12: Well, I'm glad you like it! Interestingly enough, I was inspired to make this story only after realizing how well all of the Bohemians fit into the roles.

Obsessive-elphaba: Wow, so many reviews! I'm glad to have such a fan, heh. And you'll find out the truth about Maureen right here, teehee!

Roger plopped unceremoniously into a booth near the door of the restaurant.

"Y'know," Mark said uncertainly, glancing around and shifting from foot to foot nervously, "I don't think we're supposed to just seat ourselves like that."

Angel ignored his protest and dragged him to the booth, seating herself next to him and across from Roger. Business must have been slow, as they had no sooner settled themselves in than a flamboyant-looking young waiter waltzed over to them.

"So, what can I get you three lovely people?" He flipped his hair and looked at them expectantly.

"Hmm, well, I'm kinda thirsty… Ooh! Do you have any tequila?" Angel squealed. She secretly loved tequila, but rarely drank it. She figured this odd little day qualified as a special occasion.

"Sure thing, girlfriend. And you guys?" He flipped his hair again and glanced at Mark and Roger.

"Umm…" Mark was wishing he'd actually paid some attention to the wall menu. He was feeling more and more stressed the more he thought about Benny, and decided maybe alcohol was a good idea. "Well, got any good beer?"

"Ah! Of course we do! I'll surprise you here." The waiter chimed, furiously scribbling on his pad. He then turned to Roger. "And you?"

Roger glanced up at Angel. "So look, I don't have any money..."

"Oh, I can cover it." Angel grinned. She just wanted to stay on his good side right now, anyway.

"All right." Roger rubbed his hands together and put on a British accent. "In that case, I shall take a glass of your finest wine!"

Angel snickered and Mark rolled his eyes.

The waiter quickly finished writing, mumbling to himself softly "Wine… and beer… Okay! I'll be back with your drinks in no time!" He flounced away.

"So Roger, how long have you been in love with Mimi?" Mark asked with mock casualness.

Roger shot Mark a death glare. "I do not love Mimi."

"Oh, come on. I saw that look in your eyes when her name came up." Mark goaded. He was clearly enjoying making Roger nervous.

"I told you, I do NOT –" But they never got the chance to find out what Roger didn't, because at that moment he swung his arm out for emphasis and managed to trip up some distracted waitress who was carrying a tray of some kind of miso soup that managed to splatter Angel and Roger totally. Mark had foreseen the accident and ducked under a plastic desert menu.

"Shit." Roger groaned. He sighed and flopped back against the booth.

"Ah, ah, hot hot hot!" Angel whined, shaking her hands in distaste.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" The poor waitress gushed, apparently unaware that the accident was not entirely her fault. "Oh, just come on with me, I'll get you two all cleaned up yes I will!" She continued babbling. "Come, come, I'll have you fixed in a jiffy, oh gosh, I'm so sorry, so sorry…" She dragged Angel and Roger from the booth and towards the kitchen.

Mark lowered his laminated shield and looked on quizzically. Well, that was interesting… He mused. He leaned back against his chair with a resounding whump! He was just about to close his eyes and relax for a moment in silence when a shrill voice broke his trance, for Maureen had spotted her chance to play catch-up with her ex-boyfriend.

"Maaaaaaaarkyyyyyyyyy!" She trilled, bouncing over to his booth. She sat down opposite him and giggled childishly. "Hi there." She waved flirtatiously.

Mark sighed. "Hi Maureen." He said with a tired, I-don't-really-want-to-see-you-but-I-don't-want-to-be-rude-so-I'm-pretending-to-be-enthusiastic voice.

"So, you're looking well. How've ya been?" Maureen asked innocently.

"Fine."

"You know, sometimes Joanne can be such a bore." She plowed on. "I mean, she's so dull and sometimes, I –" Here she leaned in close to Mark and whispered into his ear – "miss you."

Mark cleared his throat loudly and rocketed backwards in his seat, nearly banging his head on a column behind him. "Look Maureen, I'm not going to be a part of this. You're the one who ended it, anyway."

Maureen gave up the romantic approach. "But I need your help! I want that ring. And besides, the whole mess was your fault!"

"My fault? My fault for what, figuring out that everything you ever said was a lie?" Suddenly the other part of what Maureen had said dawned on him. "The ring? Is that what you're after?" He shook his head. "Forget it. I'm not going to help you. Ever."

"It wasn't all a lie." Maureen pouted, tactfully avoiding the interrogation about the ring. She ducked under the booth and appeared again next to Mark, sliding her arm around him.

Mark shivered. He tried to force himself to pull away from her, but it was harder than he would have hoped. Damn it Mark, she's evil. Snap out of it.

Maureen caught the reluctance in his actions. She scooted a little closer to him. "Something wrong?"

He pushed her away again, more sure of himself this time. "You can't control me anymore." He seethed. "Besides, I'm going right now to tell Benny what you're up to." He immediately regretted sharing that particular bit of information.

Maureen's eyes turned to ice. "Oh, no you're not." She got right into his face. "Because I. Will. Get. Angry." She let a little spark of electricity shoot from her hands for emphasis and Mark flinched.

Maureen smirked. He always backed down. "Good Marky." She happened to glance up and noticed Roger and Angel on their way back.

Damn it. "Well, bye-bye then!" She was syrupy-sweet again in an instant. "Kiss goodbye?"

Mark raised a cynical eyebrow at her.

"Fine, fine." She blew a kiss at him anyway, and quickly exited the restaurant.

Mark sighed and rubbed his temples. This is going to end badly.