Relieving the Boredom! |(maureen/rog) INACTIVE

[ROGER DAVIS]

Normally, Roger Davis had many options to keep himself entertained while Mimi was gone to work. Mark was usually home, but when Roger had gone upstairs, the Loft was absent of any life. His bike was gone, which Roger realised that Mark was probably would filming somewhere. Collins was at the school teaching, and would be until about 6 that night. The thought had crossed his mind to go to the Cat Scratch Club, get into the back and wait for Mimi in her dressing room to at least lift some boredom. However, the thought was canceled quickly as he reminded himself that Tony, the bouncer that let him in, was off today. The other bouncer didn't seem to like him too much. Probably, Roger figured, because he wanted to sleep with Mimi. Which always made Roger jealous and a little bit confrontational, which would not end good, given Roger was hardly a fighter, and the bouncer could break Roger in half like a twig.

So, Roger made his way up the stairs to Maureen and Joanne's place, praying silently that the Diva was home. It was noon, so he figured that Maureen was awake and Joanne was off to work. Arriving at the door, Roger moved, drumming his hands on the door.

"MJ!" he drew the word out with the sound of his drumming. "C'mon baby! Open up the door! I'm gonna die out here of boredom and I really gotta pee!"" No answer. God, she wasn't out doing something, too, was she? Or, was she doing someone? Arching an eyebrow, he leaned his ear to the door to try to see if he could hear anything. Maureen wasn't exactly the quiet one. "C'mon, baby, you don't hafta get dressed! I've seen you naked!""

Edit by Hamlet: I'm just editing to put the status and pace of the thread in the title. As a gentle reminder, always put if the thread is open or not in the title. Also, mark the pacing, if you have no preference, just put casual. I will assume this thread is open and casual. Roger, you can edit if I'm wrong.

[maureenjohnson]

It has been a terribly dull day for a certain Maureen Johnson.

She had woken up at ten and Joanne was already gone to work so Maureen, testing out a new thing where she didn't go out to screw some random passer-by to kill some time and stayed home to be a good little... whatever she was in this relationship.

In an attempt to "creatively" take up her time till Joanne came home, Maureen had written and performed an exuberant monologue in front of her old one-eyed teddy-bear, Woozle, ate an entire box of Corn Flakes (because Joanne had to be a fuddy-duddy and not allow any sugared cereal) and and danced around in her underwear until she passed out on the couch.

The sound of a drumming on the door made her open one eye and let out a small scream of surprise to find Woozle staring right at her with his glassy green eyes... well, eye.

" I thought I left you on the chair!"

Sitting up, she ran a hand through her tangled ringlets and rolled her eyes at the sound of Roger's complaining. Dragging herself to her feet, she adjusted her bra and made her way to the door.

"Alright, alright," she called "Keep your pants on!" Unlocking the door, she swung it open and leaned against the frame. "Or don't, I don't judge."

[ROGER DAVIS]

A small smirk crossed Roger's face as he watched the door open, Maureen Johnson leaning against the door in all of her...semi-nude glory. "Please tell me you were practicing monologues in your underwear again." Roger asked, and then was instantly reminded that he needed to pee again. "Bathroom!" Roger said, moving past her to rush to the bathroom. He peed, washed his hands, and made his way back out to where Maureen stood at the door. The empty box of cornflakes that had been laying on it's side like a dead soilder made Roger arch his eyebrow. The amount of tapes littering the area further proved that Maureen Johnson was having just as an eventful day as he was. Then, the brown, torn and tattered teddy-bear, Woozle caught his eye, staring at him with his one green eye, and Roger smirked widely.

"Woah! Woozle! Baby, I havn't seen this hunk of stuffing in like, forever!" It had been a long time since they had all been together in the Loft, longer so since they had all been little kids. Though, Roger was pretty sure that none of them had out-grew the little kid stage; the Loft's roomates were will always willing and eager to come up with stupid ways to pass the time, from strip poker in the Loft, to squirt gun fights in the summer, to running through the sprinklers and fountains naked on a dare, which hadn't ended well for Roger; April had locked the window and stood in front of it, smirking and waving wildly while Roger stood out on the fire escape, telling her that she was going to get it when he got back in.

It all seemed like so long ago.

"Baby, I am going to die of boredom. We've gotta think of something to do. Mimi's not home until ten, and I don't know where Mark's gone off to. So it's just you and me."

[maureenjohnson]

Maureen giggled and shrugged her shoulders slightly. "Practicing monologues, stuffing my face with food, dancing till I passed out.... you know, anything to pass the time." she said slowly, stumbling sideways with a small yelp of protest when Roger rushed past her. " Don't tell me you came here just to do that!" she whined at the closed bathroom door, crossing her arms over her chest.

Uncrossing them, Maureen idly picked at her nails and kicked the door shut while Roger made his way back towards her. Her head snapped up at his comment about Woozle, her brown eyes flashing. " He is not just a hunk of stuffing! He is a human being-- well, bear!" she protested shrilly, stamping her bare foot on the hard-wood floor.

Okay, so she may view the bear in a strange way, but Woozle's been with Maureen since before she could remember. That bear's been though a lot.

When Roger brought up the subject of his boredom, Maureen's anger over his earlier comment disappeared completely. Making her her way back to the couch, she threw herself down onto the cushions. " Do you have anything in mind?" she asked, bouncing slightly.

[ROGER DAVIS]

"Honey." Roger said, as if talking to a child when she shrilled about the bear. He watched as she sat down, and Roger moved, plopping down next to her. "I just needed to pee. You know I love you. You know that were I not together with Mimi, I'd be with you in a heartbeat 'cause you're hot as fuck." He moved, sighing out as he moved, laying his head in her lap as she asked if he had any ideas. "I don't know. We could go to the park? Try to make some money? We need to stop by the Loft so i can get my guitar if you want to." He lifted his shoulder in a slight shrug. "I don't know, baby. Did you have any ideas? Could always think up another protest for you. I can actually help you, you know, now that I'm willing to walk around with the general population."

Today was shaping up to be an event less day, but he had a feeling that she'd have some sort of idea. Maureen always had good ideas. "So how're you and Jo doing? Haven't talked to you for a while. Y'still going to that councilling thing or did you give up on that?" Roger asked, looking up at her curiously. "I remember April saying once that we should have done that shit. I mean, why would I want to talk to another person about my problems? Speshally someone I don't even know?" Roger asked, and then shrugged. "But I don't know."

[maureenjohnson]

Maureen let out a dramatic sigh. " I know I am." she said in a not at all modest tone, moaning as if her looks were a great burden. " But thanks.... I think. If I wasn't, you know, dating a woman who'd probably murder me if I went back to men for good, I'd take a swing at going out with you too." When Roger rested his head on her lap, she reached out and lazily ran her fingers through his spiky blond hair.

Her nose scrunched up slightly when he brought up the idea of going to the park. Not that she had anything against getting some extra cash, or finding ideas for a new protest... the park was just so blah. And to top it off, she had promised Joanne she's stay in for the day.

" I don't think so."

Ah, couples councilling. The bane of her existence. Maureen's fingers contracted slightly and her teeth gnashed together. " Ugh. Don't bring that up! This bitch of a councilor, "Please call me Karen!" she always says, wants me to to start wailing about my past because she thinks it's a key reason to my "unfaithfulness". " she spats out the word and curls her upper lip. " Like she really needs to know about my life, it's none of her business!"

When Roger mentioned April, Maureen sucked in a sharp breath and opted and change the subject. She didn't want to admit it, but she still missed her old friend deeply and thought about her a lot. " You know what? I'm not really in the mood to go out anywhere, so why don't we just stick around here, get drunk and watch some cheesy old movies? Joanne keeps all the good alcohol locked up, but she doesn't know that I know where she hides the key." she winked at him and grinned slyly. " What do you think? Unless Mr. Ex-Rockstar is too cool to slum it here with the sexy people?"

[ROGER DAVIS]

Moving, Roger idly played with the fingers of Maureen's free hand as she spoke of going out with him if he could. "It's okay. I understand if you just want me for my hot, tight body." Roger said with a smirk, until she shot down his plan of going out to the park. "Aw! Why not!?" Roger asked, until she went off into a tirade about the councilor. "You know, you really should just have some fun with it, baby. Tell the bitch that Uncle Johnny just had to have his way with you when you were a little kid 'cause you were just so smokin' hot even back then. Or tell her that the reason you're 'unfaithful' as she puts it, is because you like sex. What's wrong with liking sex? Sounds like she could use a little sex in her life. Hey, is she hot?" Roger asked, looking up at Mimi.

However, Maureen brightened up the mood by mentioning alcohol and movies. "You read my mind. Wait--" he paused, watching Maureen with an arched eyebrow. "You mean to tell me that Joanne actually keeps alcohol in the house? God. I'm shocked." Roger said with a smirk and watched as she grinned slyly down at him. "Ex?" Roger asked, and leaned up. "Baby, I am the sexy people. And don't you forget it. Now, if you go get the alcohol, I'll forget that little slip in your words and not be mad at you."

[maureenjohnson]

A snort escaped Maureen's lips. " Oh yes, Roger," she spoke in a dramatic, wispy tone " I want your body soooo bad, it's on my mind all the time." she held a hand to her heart, smiling wickedly. Her smile pulled into a grimace when he asked why she was against going to the park. " Because... it's the park." she sighed, bowing her head. " Isn't there more creative places to visit?"

Her brow pulls together in thought at his suggestion about the counseling. " You know, I just might do that." she then gags slightly at Roger's question about the counselor's looks " Don't even bring that up, she old and ugly and kind of fat. " As a matter of fact, she secretly believe Joanne chose her for all those reasons. Anything to keep Maureen from "being friendly".

She rolled her eyes. " Yeah, Joanne only takes it out for special occasions. Everyday she has with me should be a special occasion!" Maureen pointed out. She jumped to her feet, stretched slightly, adjusted her bra once more and padded towards the kitchen.

Once she entered the kitchen, she made a beeline for the jar where Joanne kept the nasty herbal tea she loved so much, fetching the key to the liquor cabinet from where it was taped under the lid. Unlocking the cabinet, she took out a large bottle of Grey Goose vodka then reached for another cabinet to grab a bag of potato chips.

" Hope you don't mind sharing." Maureen said when she returned, chucking the bag of chips at Roger's head and waving the bottle slightly. " Pick a movie, Joanne's got a whole bunch of crappy old flicks... she's like Mark that way."

[ROGER DAVIS]

Roger smirked, his tongue poking out from between his teeth as Maureen spoke about wanting him. "It's okay, baby. I know you do. It's our dirty little secret, honey-bunny." However, the smirk left Roger's lips as she mentioned the park. "Hey! I make some of my best money at the park. Don't knock it just 'cause you get bored."

When Maureen agreed with his suggestion, Roger nodded slightly. "Hey, if you want to add the lesbian thing, it could always be Aunt Judy that decided to diddle you as well. Everyone just wanted to have a little slice of Maureen Johnson's pie."

"I always thought that every day with you was a party, I don't know what anyone else thinks. You're a party animal, baby." Roger said, watching as she walked to the kitchen. He leaned over, digging into his pocket to pull out his pack of cigarettes. Lighting one, he paused, and then jerked as he saw a bag of chips being launched at him. Catching them, Roger arched an eyebrow as she asked if he didn't mind sharing.

"Unlike some people 'round Alphabet City, I'm not afraid of Lesbian Cooties."

Hopping up, Roger moved, searching through the tapes. "Hmmmm," he drew the word out, and then frowned. "I don't know, baby. What do you wanna watch?"

[maureenjohnson]

Maureen waved a hand at him dismissively, "Hey, tell the world! I don't judge, remember?" She chirped brightly. Her brown eyes rolled at his tone, "I've been to the park thousands of times with Mark and Joanne. What makes you think it'll be any different with you?"

Maureen paused and chewed on her lower lip thoughtfully, "I do have an Aunt Judy..." She grinned at him, "People don't give you nearly enough credit for your brains."

She chuckled and plunked herself down next to him, cradling the bottle in her lap, "I'm not afraid of anyone's cooties!" She clarified boldly, staring ahead at nothing for a few seconds, "Sharing is fun!"

"Ummm....." Her face pulled into a concentrated frown, "I've actually developed a love for the classics; just pick something that sounds old and cool."

[ROGER DAVIS]

"That's with Mark and Joanne. Mark only wants to film like, a bag getting blown around in the wind or some shit and Joanne..." Roger paused, realising that he didn't know what Joanne did. "Well, I don't know. But the reason it'll be different with me, is 'cause it's me." Roger stated pointedly. "And I'm awesome. Therefore, everything that happens when I'm around is awesome." Often times, however, the very opposite was the truth.

So, Maureen did have a Aunt Judy. "Two points for me for guessing. But then again, I supposed everyone has an Aunt Judy. Better than me; I have a great aunt Agnes. Or had. I think she kicked a couple years ago. I remember Mom saying something about it." She then commented on his brains, and he smirked. "I only act like I'm dumb. I'm really a genius. I can't help if you all never see it."

Pausing, he moved, pulling out a VHS tape. "West Side Story. Oh god. I remember seeing this with my mother when I was like, ten. I remember she told me this is what my life would be like if I ever ended up on the streets. I'd join a gang and this is what would happen. I told her I didn't have the legs to be a dancer." Popping the tape into the VCR, he pressed play. "I was always mad that she didn't die. Or the fact that she didn't kill all of the guys at the end. Bitch coulda gone cah-razy." He settled back on the couch, wrapping an arm around Maureen. Opening the bag of chips, Roger crunched on a handful, chewing and swallowing. "Joanne got any popcorn, baby?"

[maureenjohnson]

Sometimes... it just worked out better to simply agree with Roger. " Of course you're awesome, Roger." Maureen spoke soothingly, sympathetically before erupting into a fit of the giggles.

When the reached the topic of his brains, Maureen couldn't help but snort at his comment." Maybe you should let it show more often instead of always acting like a prepubescent kid."

Not that she should be saying anything, with her bouts of childlike tantrums over the tiniest things...

Once Rogerd decided on West Side Story, Maureen grinned.
"I actally love this movie. It's so..." she paused, her brow pulling together "Romantic... and sad and.... well... I can't really think of anything else!" she cuddled up against Roger's side. " Umm... I don't know. I think we have to go grocery shopping."

[ROGER DAVIS]

Roger's mouth dropped open when Maureen said that he always acted like a prepubescent kid. "...excuse me? Did I just--oh, no. No, no, no, baby, you do not get to say that to me." Before she could even respond, Roger continued. "That coming from the girl who refused to talk to me for two days because I ate the last of the Fruity Pebbles?! Or when I used your Mickey Mouse coffee cup one morning because April had broken mine? You had a fit! Don't throw stones, baby. 'Speshally when both of us live in glass houses." His tone wasn't angry, it was more teasing than anything.

Roger felt Maureen cuddle up against his side, and he turned his head slightly, pressing his lips against the top of her head. "Y'smell nice, baby. Joanne get you a new shampoo?" A sigh escaped his lips and he turned his head, resting his cheek against the top of her head. "I guess. I don't know, I just--it would have been more sad if both of them died. At least they wouldn't have had to live without each other, you know. She just gets up and walks away like nothing happened. I would have lost my shit and started shooting."

When she spoke of the popcorn, Roger shrugged the notion off. "It's cool. We got chips. Baby, stop hogging the alcohol." Roger told her, moving to grab the bottle from between her legs to take a swig. He grimaced slightly, feeling the alcohol spread to his near empty stomach. "Joanne should buy us some alcohol for the Loft. I mean, Stoli will always be a wonder and a joy, but shit. It'd be nice to have something else to get completely shitfaced on." Roger commented honestly. "Y'should tell her we need early Christmas presents. Our supply at the Davis-Marquez household is getting rather dry."

[maureenjohnson]

Maureen pouted and crossed her arms, " You had it coming! The box was clearly marked, and you just went ahead and helped yourself!" A giggle of amusement escaped her lips, but then she frowned, " That coffee cup had memories, okay?! Again, you totally had it coming."

She smiled and cuddled closer, " How should I know? I never read the bottles when I wash my hair." Maureen stifled a yawn, and then stopped short. " Of course you would have. Your the only person who'd totally ruing such a... compelling moment. Besides myself, of course."

" Hey hey hey!" Maureen protested, snatching the bottle back from him. " Joanne hardly ever buys booze for this place when I pout and give her 99.9% of my best sex, so... I don't think so." She shrugged and took a swig from the bottle. " Davis-Marquez household, hm? What's Mark in that equation? Or does he not count as a Loft-mate anymore?"

[ROGER DAVIS]

"Oh, is that right?" Roger asked, arching an eyebrow as Maureen spoke of the cereal incident. "April got them for me. I didn't find out until I looked at the box later. Honestly. If I had known they were yours, I woulda asked you." Roger said, leaning over to place a kiss on her cheek. He paused, though, at the mention of the coffee cup, Roger pursed his lips. "Okay, yeah, that was me. I couldn't help it! April threw my coffee cup at my head when she got into one of her bitchy rag-moods 'cause she said I was sleeping with another girl. I wanted coffee."

Roger wrapped his arms around Maureen as she spoke of shampoo and him ruining moments. "You smell nice reguardless." Roger commented, pressing his nose against her hair again before he pulled back slightly. "I'm glad you added that last part. 'Cause I know I'm not the only one."

"...I knew you saved the last .1 percent of your best sex for me, baby." Roger said with a smirk. "And what a .1 percent it was. And Mark? I doubt Mark would want to stay in the same apartment as Mimi and I, baby. He thought April and I were bad? God rest her soul, baby, but Mimi Marquez blows April outta the water." He paused, and then shrugged. "Mimi and I slept up in my old room when week before last. I think we gave Mark a heart attack." Roger paused, pressing his lips against the top of Maureen's head in thought.

"Y'do know you're doin' a number on him, right baby? Makin' him completely batshit crazy. If I were any other person, I'd probably hate you for fucking up my best friend like you have...but I can't hate you...'cause I know I caused some of that."