A/N: Hey, guys! I'm sorry about my last chapter, I know I sent you guys like 525,600 emails notifying the new chapter(...well...maybe I'm being a little dramatic...) because it wasn't working right and I had to add the chapter a couple times. Sorry bout that.

And by the way, I really appreciate reviews and my stomach gets all happy when I get one in my inbox! So thanks to everyone who's reviewed for me! You get bunches of cyber-hugs!

So, on with the chapter...

They reached the landing on the top floor and Maggie closed her eyes, trying to get the dizzyness to disappear (to no avail) as Angel opened the door.

(Back to normal POV)

Everyone looked over at the door and saw a beaming Angel and a very tired Maggie with her eyes closed and still in her pajamas.

"Morning, Maggie!" Maureen said brightly.

Maggie opened her eyes and nodded at Maureen, muttering "Mhmm..." Mark grinned and patted the floor next to him. Maggie headed over to Mark while yawning, before plopping her butt down on the cold floor.

"Tired?" Mark asked her with a small grin.

"Uh-huh..." Maggie said before yawning again. "Bit of a headache too..."

Mark laughed and passed her some of the cereal he brought over from their table with the feast on it. Everyone else had just gotten up but Mark and Maggie stayed exactly where they were. Maggie ate some cereal and turned to look at Mark.

"And how are you, kind sir, feeling today?"

Mark smiled and said, "Well, alright I suppose. Although the wonderful wake up a la Collins made it less pleasant..." Maggie looked at him, her head cocked in a confused way.

"God, she's pretty..." Mark thought before shaking the thought out of his mind. "You just met her, Cohen, lay off the horniness..."

Maggie had since gotten up and grabbed her blanket that Angel had brought from her apartment. She walked back over and sat with Mark again. The other Bohemians were standing around the table listening to something Maureen and Roger were talking about. Maggie spread out the blanket and Mark looked over to Maggie. She was smoothing wrinkles out of the blanket on her lap. Maggie looked up, into Mark's eyes and smiled.

"Ya know, I don't think I've ever seen anyone blush that bright, Mark!" Roger entered the room along with everyone else. Maureen and Collins looked at each other and smirked. Angel looked at Maggie and raised an eyebrow and smiled at her. Maggie looked down and scratched the back of her neck nervously.

Everyone had found their seats again and were happily eating and talking, some quite loudly. Roger had come over to the couch and sat by Maggie, Mimi was busy talking rapidly in Spanish with Angel. Maggie and Roger were having an interesting and heated debate about...rock bands.

"Oh, no you didn't! Please tell me you did not just say that!"

"What? I just don't see what is so special about Metallica! You can't even understand what they're saying! And when you can, its complete and utter nonsen-" Maggie started before being interrupted by Roger.

He shook his head and started saying, "No, no, no, no, no. Metallica is a band of rock gods! They were nominated for a Grammy this year!"

"Yeah," Maggie started with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "But did they win?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Exactly."

Roger glared at her before asking, "Okay then, 'little miss rock and roll know it all,' who do you think is better than Metallica?"

"Well, basically everyone..." Roger glared again and Maggie laughed. "But if I had to pick the best group ever it would have to be AC/DC."

Roger looked at her with a blank face and slowly, in a deep voice, he asked her, "You seriously listen to that pile of shit rather than the band of gods, Metallica?"

Maggie looked at him with squinted eyes. "Oh, no you didn't..."

Mark sat beside Maggie, filming the whole discussion. He snickered quietly to himself before turning the camera on Maureen, Collins, Angel, and Mimi. Mimi and Angel were still speaking in Spanish so fast that no interpretter would ever be able to translate. Maureen and Collins however were speaking very loudly in clear English, laughing their asses off and rolling around on the floor.

"Okay, Collins, next time you go streaking make sure you invite me, I have very persuasive ways to get a 'get out of jail free' card for both of us!"' They both burst out laughing and rolled on the floor again. Joanne looked over at her girlfriend with a disapproving face. Neither Maureen or Colllins had noticed however and Collins continued.

"Yeah, maybe you can remind me to take off my white socks next time!" He howled with laughter and Maureen looked at him with tearfilled eyes, laughing her ass off.

"I can't believe you did that! You dumbass Collins!" They continued to laugh as Collins took a drag from his cigarrette.

"Well, I was a little doped up that day..." They continued to laugh as Mark turned off his camera and looked back at Maggie and Roger. Roger was standing, getting ready to head over to Mimi and interrupt her conversation with Angel and Maggie was looking at Mark with a smile before yawning.

"Who won the debate?" Mark asked with a smirk.

"We made a piece agreement and decided that the 2nd best group of all time is R.E.M. as weird as they are."

"Thats a long jump from AC/DC and Metallica," Mark said while laughing.

"Yeah, but they're awesome and thats all that matters." Maggie smiled and with a matter-of-fact tone told him, "We also agreed that I won't play AC/DC when he's around and he won't play that shit called Metallica-"

"I heard that!" Roger yelled across the loft to her.

"Good! Its about time you knew the truth!"

"Oh, I'm just gonna go in my room and cry now," Roger told her before they both started laughing.

"Wow," Mimi told Angel. "And they think we're the ones having weird conversations..."