Where Wicked Boys and Girls Play|Maureen INACTIVE

[ROGER DAVIS]

Drinks. He needed to drink, though, as he glanced at the large clock on the side of one of the buildings, he realised it was only 2:30 in the afternoon. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Roger kicked a stray can on the ground. Mark was filming and whenever Mark was filming, he usually threw a bitch-fit when his 'genius' was interrupted. Or at least, that's how Roger saw it. Collins was probably teaching, Angel was probably doing...well, whatever it was that Angel did that brought in the money from time to time. Willing over-priced dogs to commit suicide, he figured.

He walked without a real purpose, until he realised that he had walked right to Joanne's large and expansive building. He wondered, for a moment, if the lawyer was home. But it was a tuesday afternoon, after all, and she was more than likely at work. However, his mind reminded him, there was another person in the expensive apartment, that would easily keep both his interests and his company.

Soon he found himself walking into the building and riding the elevator to Joanne's penthouse floor. The elevators opened, and once again, Roger was taken aback by the vast...niceness of the building that Joanne and Maureen lived in. Even the hallways looked nicer than the Loft. Coming upon the door, Roger moved, lifting his hand to knock on the door. He adapted a deep voice and a thick New York accent as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. God, just by the sound of his voice, he sounded like a fat, hairy New Yorker with a mustard stain on his shirt and yellow sweat rings. Totally not attractive at all. He even actually shuttered at the thought. Mental note, Roger thought silently, never get fat and gross.

"I, uh, I gots a Stripper-gram here for, ah, Maureen Johnson! Y'gonna accept?!"

[maebean]

The diva in question had draped herself across the giant puffy couch, quite dramatically, bemoaning her loneliness to no one in particular. She needed to get a fucking job... and do something productive with her life. But alas, there she was, sprawled on the cushions, reruns of Cheers blasting from the television as she picked away at some left over Chinese food... which might have been in the fridge for longer than originally thought. Wrinkling her nose, she pushed the tin tray away and dropped the fork, licking her finger just as the gruff voice came from outside the door. Perking up, the curious brunette padded toward the door in her sweats, the air conditioning keeping the apartment a comfortable temperature, and pushed up on her tiptoes to squint through the peephole.

"DAVIS! YOU FUCKING PERVERT!" she squealed, face lighting up immediately as she scrambled to unlock the door and tug it open before launching herself into his arms, bouncing up so her legs wrapped around his hips. "Where the fuck have you been? Why are you not more present in my life?" Her questions were muffled slightly by his scruffy neck as she clung to him before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

[ROGER DAVIS]

DAVIS, YOU FUCKING PERVERT!

"Oh shit." Roger whispered and stepped back, only slightly before he felt the Diva's door whip open with a suction of air. He grunted hard as Maureen launched herself into his arms. He moved his hands under her butt to steady her, adjusting her with a slight grunt and a smile as she muffled out a question against his cheek. "Where the fuck have I been? Where the fuck have you been? If you weren't spending all your time eating out, you'd like, remember to come see me and shit." Roger fake pouted. "I'm like, hurt and stuff. Right--" Roger realised that he needed his other hand, and he shifted her slightly to release one of the hands from under her butt and pointed to his chest where his heart was. "Right here. Hurts. And I'm not more present in your life right now 'cause I don't have a vagina and, you know, that seems to be all the rage with you. I'm hurt by that, too, you know."

He placed his other hand under her butt and shifted her slightly in his grip, her legs still wrapped around his waist. A smell, however, hit his nose, and he looked over her shoulder into the apartment.

"...I smell chinese. You have chinese and you didn't tell me? And I wasn't kidding about that stripper-gram. I can be sexy and shit for you. I can be sexy and eat chinese food, too."

[maebean]

Maureen didn't think she could smile any wider than she already was, comfortable in his arms, the thick smell of cigarettes and leather mixed with cologne hitting her nose. Mm. Roger. "You smell good, baby," she told him before answering his swarm of questions and babbling. "I've been right here, sitting on my fat ass... which is getting quite fat, I'm sure you've noticed," Maureen informed him, glancing at his hands holding onto the round muscles with a rather troubled look on her face. "I'd come out with you if you weren't so busy... doing whatever it is you do with Mimi." Yeah, maybe she hadn't been such a great friend as of late, too busy feeling sorry for herself, shopping and fighting and then fucking with Joanne. "I'm sorry, baby. I missed you. I should have come to see you."

"Heyyy, I love your penis," she assured him with a big bright smile. "You just like to share it with other girls. Not me. And I know there isn't any other penis that works as good as yours does so I had no choice but to switch to vagina." A big smug smirk lingered on her face this time, before craning her neck to peer inside as he looked that way. "Oh, yeah. It's like, a week old though. I'm not sure it's good... I'll feed you though," Maureen promised, face lighting up. "I've been working on my cooking skills. Come on, mush." Nodding her head toward the door, she patted his shoulder gently, ready to be carried back into the apartment.

[ROGER DAVIS]

I've been right here, sitting on my fat ass, which is getting quite fat, I'm sure you've noticed.

"Jesus, Maureen. Yes. Yes, you're a big giant moo-fest of a girl and I can feel my arms slowly starting to go numb from the weight." Roger said, and rolled his eyes, shifting her slightly towards the side of his hip as he shook his head. "You have a great ass. And, like, I know if Mimi heard this, she'd probably cut my dick off, but you have a better ass than Mimi does. Now, that doesn't mean I won't completely distroy Mimi at any given moment...but your ass is kickin', baby. So shut up." However, when she apologised, Roger smiled slightly. "That's better." Roger said, kissing her on the cheek before he pulled back at her next words.

The words that were tumbling from Maureen's lips made Roger smile widely, and a laugh bubble up from his lips. "Oh, you. Always the classy gal. Thanks for the little ego blow-job, there, MJ." When she mentioned the old chinese, Roger made a slight face of disgust. "Ew. I'll pass. Last time I ate like, three day old Chinese I spent the afternoon hurling." However, she spoke of cooking, and Roger felt his smile fall into something of uncertainty. "Um...baby." he started, not wanting to hurt her feelings, but when he thought to the last time Maureen had tried to cook, his stomach almost turned. She had tried to cook an omlet in the morning when April had been alive. April had tried to help and they had ended up burning the omlets to almost black charcol. "Baby, y'think cookin' is a good idea? I mean, we could order...pizza...or something?"

She was mushing him, then, and he adjusted her in his grip once more before entering the the apartment, kicking the door shut with his foot. He noticed the large couch and moved to it, pretending to trip on the carpet before he landed, his back against the couch and Maureen on top of him. He tried his hardest not to laugh and look serious and shocked, but the laughter broke through. "Oh! I tripped!"