Ain't No Party Like Ours | Roger, INACTIVE

[joannejefferson]

Tipsy.

Joanne Elise Jefferson didn't get tipsy. Often. Why? Well, because that's just not something control freaks do. They don't get drunk. They don't party like a rockstar and get so plastered they don't know their last names when they wake up in Vegas the next day. Obsessive Compulsive Paranoids just don't do things like that because it seriously defies their whole existence.

Today, however, Joanne wasn't given a rats ass what OCPs did or didn't do. A few hours prior she'd walked out of court wearing a big huge grin on her face. It was the kind of grin that people rarely saw from Joanne, who preferred to be viewed with the proper amount of stoicism that was branded into Jefferson DNA. However, when you've just won a multi-million dollar case you'd been working tirelessly on for months at the risk of yet another breakup with your girlfriend, a damn huge smile shows up on your face.

Going back to her office hadn't been an option. She'd looked right at her partner, Steve, and said, "Fuck it, I'm going to Rick's." Steve, for his part, had merely smiled and walked away with an equally large grin on his face and no intention of returning to the office either. Today was the kind of day where Joanne Jefferson had every right to not care about anything except serious celebration.

Unfortunately, Maureen was off performing or whatever it was she'd chosen to do that day, and Mimi was more than likely working or sleeping as was her lot in life. Collins and Angel were ... well who the hell knew what those two were up to. Mark. Joanne and Mark just didn't hang like that because well, even though they were total chums, it was weird getting drunk with your girlfriend's lover, ex or otherwise. Too much talking happened and things like Maureen's repeated use of the word "pookie" came up. Bad environment waiting to happen.

So, Joanne had gone to Rick's alone, and had been sipping a cheap but delicious beer for a few hours now. Okay so it had really been like five or six beers, but Joanne had an unusually high tolerance for alcohol and so at six she was barely pushing tipsy land. But what fun is being totally inebriated without someone to share the party with?

That's why she'd called Roger and told him to bring his scrawny ass down to Rick's, which happened to be in an area Joanne probably shouldn't have frequented as much as she did alone. Maybe it was her "don't fuck with me" attitude that kept her safe, but hey who cared she hadn't gotten seriously damaged yet so it was all good in her mind. Anywho, Roger was like "Mr. Lets Party Til We Drop" and was awesome enough to party with her in the middle of the day.

What time was it anyway? Two? No... No... Two fifteen.

Yep, Roger was a good choice for a mid-day drunk-a-thon.

Beer number eight was at her lips by the time he got there.

[ROGER DAVIS]

((OOC: Roger's sexin' it up in this hot numba!))

It was a rare thing that Roger Davis was awake this early. While most people hardly thought that 2 in the afternoon was early, for Roger Davis...well, it wasn't exactly early, but it sure the hell wasn't late. He was surprised he was actually up and moving around; Mimi had come home at somewhere around four in the morning, in an insanely feisty, sexually-charged mood. He couldn't blame her, really. She had even told him that all she thought about while grinding up on the buisnessmen and people of New York was him. So, three hours and a countless number of orgasms later, Mimi and Roger had passed out in bed, completely and utterly exhausted.

It was only the sound of a siren outside the window of the apartment building that made Roger stay up for good. For a brief moment, Mimi lying in bed, naked and still covered in glitter and a few well-placed bite-marks looked good. His interest was almost peaked, to rouse her for round number two, but Roger reminded himself that Mimi had worked the entire night, and while he probably would have been met with little to no resistance, the feline deserved to rest.

Then, he got the phone call that he was waiting for.

When he realised, however, that it was Joanne on the line, telling him to get his ass down to Rick's, Roger's brows had narrowed deeply in confusion. Was Maureen with her? That was the only way he could see Joanne getting drunk.

His interest had shifted from a naked Mimi to a drunk Joanne, and he kissed Mimi on the top of her head, murmuring that he'd be back before she left for work that night.

Then, he set off towards Rick's.

Before his life had changed so dramatically, Roger had been a bartender. He had been a very good bartender, because he had once been very much a people person. People had always been attracted to Roger Davis for whatever reason, and he had gotten decent tips. He had worked at Rick's probably a total of two times, filling in for a guy named Henry that he had known, but that had been right before April had died, and he hadn't been back.

It would have been good to go back, because he had liked the bar. And hey, drinks from Joanne Jefferson would be awesome, because free drinks were always awesome and always tasted sweeter simply because they were free.

Stepping into the bar, he smiled at the young, blonde waitress that greeted him with a hello. It only took him seconds to find sight of Joanne Jefferson, sitting at the bar, nursing what looked like, from the expression on her face, to be getting close to double-digit numbers.

God, if he had Mark's video camera, Mark probably wouldn't have believe that Joanne was getting drunk. Sure, Joanne swigging from a champagine bottle at New Years was alot different than getting completely smashed on a Tuesday afternoon. "Already started without me, baby?" Roger asked, smiling when Joanne turned. "Does this mean I have to drink extra fast to catch up?"

[joannejefferson]

((SexyJo is sexin it up in this))

Trust Roger Davis to show up to a bar in a kid's t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. Somehow, he still managed to look just as awesome as he would have in full rocker gear completed by the Fender guitar Joanne couldn't remember when he'd touched last. She couldn't help but laugh at her friend as he was greeted by the definitely gorgeous blonde waitress.

That was a true sign of the tipsy buzz in her head that she was openly ogling the girls very very nice legs. Wow, those were legs that went on for days. Roger found her sitting at the bar easily enough, which probably wasn't hard considering it was two fifteen on a Tuesday afternoon and Rick's wasn't exactly full of black women in nearly two thousand dollars worth of tailor made Dolce and Gabbana (yes that includes her lacy underwear and diamond studded watch). Yeah, she was definitely easy to identify and the bartender, some stick in the mud named Henry had been jizzing himself since she'd walked in. It was their custom. She came in dressed to the tens (because the nines just weren't good enough for Joanne) and Henry's mouth would water at the sight as he served her drinks personally.

She smiled lopsidedly up at Roger, focusing hard on his face. So maybe 8.5 beers wasn't the smartest thing to do at this time of day, but hey she deserved it right? Besides, she was still just edging on tipsy. Give her maybe, five or so drinks more, then she'd be really drunk.

"Hey Roger." She said slowly for effect. Let Roger think she was stupidly drunk. She'd have more fun that way. "Nah, I'm only getting started. Pull up this ridiculous barstool and join me. It's time to party and ... and ... celebrate."

Another swig and the bottle was empty. Henry came over and asked if she wanted another one, which she declined with a grin.

"No more drinks for JoJo Bear 'til the Rockstar's caught up with me."

[ROGER DAVIS]

Well, it wasn't unusual to see Joanne in clothes that probably cost more than Roger's life, but...she looked really good for some strange reason. He hardly ever saw her in a skirt, which probably made it all the more better, given that he got a good look at her legs. No wonder Maureen decided to stay with Joanne for as long as she had. As he came to her, Roger smirked as he watched her smile lopsidedly up at him. He leaned in, placing a quick kiss on her cheek. "You're cute when you're tipsy, baby. And you're lookin' really sexy today, baby. I don't think I've ever seen you in a skirt." He wondered, however, if Maureen was going to show up at some point. Then, he knew, it'd be a party. But then there could be a point where Joanne could get jealous. He had seen it happen before. Maureen would be shoving her tongue down some guy, or girl for that matter, and Joanne would get jealous. Roger had tried to explain to Joanne once that she should just sit back and enjoy the show, but he guessed the Lawyer didn't see it like that.

Maybe he was wrong about the tipsy. Maybe she was already fully three sheets to the wind. Her slow drawl made him decide more that she was already gone.

Moving, Roger straddled the barstool, taking the beer that was set in front of him between his fingers. It was polished off within moments. "I think," Roger said as he swallowed the last gulp. "That you have a wicked plot afoot here." Roger stated, and then moved, narrowing his brows slightly. "Double shot of Vodka." Roger told the bartender. "You heard the woman. I gotta catch up. Get me drunk and get me there quick."

The shot was placed in front of him, and Roger lifted it up slightly in a silent toast. "Cheers. To whatever the fuck we're celebrating." He down the shot with a slight grimace, and then grimaced more as he realised something very important.

"I think I'm going to get there quicker than you think. The only thing I've eaten today is Mimi." he said, and then lifted another shot that the bartender poured to his lips, downing it to feel the burn fall to the pit of his stomach. "And you probably think I'm making some sort of crass joke, but it's true. I think I had like, a cracker this morning."

[joannejefferson]

And you're looking really sexy today, baby. I don't think I've ever seen you in a skirt.

Aw, trust Roger to be complimentary. Of course Joanne was looking really sexy today. That's what lawyers did when they really wanted to win a case, or at least that's what Joanne did. When multi-million dollar case hit decision day she always, always, dressed better than her best. First off, she tended to get male judges, and on the rare occasion she had female judges, Joanne managed to look good enough to make even the straightest woman drool. The judge she'd had for this case had been putty in her hands throughout the proceedings, and today she'd given her closing statements, which required a look so gorgeous it made the viewer drop dead. Hence, the damn near stiletto heels and the mini-skirt. Joanne Jefferson didn't do anything but mini when skirts were involved.

The second benefit of dressing the way she had was that when she took this highly inebriated party home she knew she'd have a more than willing lover more than ready to take advantage of her loose-minded state of being. Which happened to be exactly what she wanted. If Joanne knew nothing about Maureen it was that she never ever said no to sex. It was one of the many things Joanne loved about the woman.

A laugh fell from her lips as Roger demanded his double shot, and she just watched quietly as he took in the drink. Her trick had worked. He thought she was drunk, which she totally wasn't... yet. She'd get there, just as soon as he did. She could definitely relate to the having not eaten remark as the most she'd eaten was her morning cup of tea and maybe a waffle or two. That had been hours ago at like five thirty am. It was a wonder she wasn't stupid drunk. Damn high tolerance.

"No naughty plots here." She laughed. "Okay, maybe some naughty involved but that concerns me and Maureen and the thin cloth under this seven hundred dollar suit.... and maybe those handcuffs I told you about if I'm lucky."

She was gonna let Roger get through two maybe three more drinks before she pulled in another shot. Hell, she might even get a martini or something else expensive. Today was a day for expensive tastes. It was a celebration after all.

"Roger, honey, you're staring at the winner of a fifteen million dollar settlement. Hell yeah we're celebrating."

[ROGER DAVIS]

No naughty plots here.

"Liar." Roger said instantly. "You lesbians are crafty, crafty creatures." When she elaborated, Roger felt himself smirk as she mentioned Maureen, thin cloth, and handcuffs. "Fuckin' tease."

Maybe that's why Maureen and Joanne were together as long as they were, Roger thought silently as he downed another shot, starting to feel slightly warm already from the alcohol. They were both the same, although different at the same time. They both knew how to be complete and utter teases about shit. But then again, Roger reminded himself. They both were women. Mimi knew how to tease like no one's buisness.

It had to be a female thing.

It was when Joanne mentioned the reason why they were celebrating, that Roger nearly choked on his shot. Sputtering, Roger looked over at her, eyes wide at the dollar amount that had came from Joanne's lips. "Wait--fifteen million?!" Roger asked, shocked. He had never heard of a settlement for anything that large. He sure the hell knew that he wasn't a part of the settlement, so he tended not to notice or care...but Joanne had won it. Of course, he knew she hadn't won it all by herself, judging by her outfit. Her tits and ass had probably done half of the work for her.

"Oh my god, baby that's fantastic!" Roger exclaimed honestly, truely happy for her. "Fifteen. Million. dollars. That's like--you know what? That's why you're a fuckin' feirce bitch, y'know that? Feirce."

[joannejefferson]

Joanne was grinning wide now. Yes, she’d been hearing numbers like fifteen million since she was a kid thanks to the silver spoon she’d been sucking on since birth. Her family was worth somewhere in the billions of dollars, and the fortune just kept growing with the success of her father’s key investments, and the family law firm. Still, a settlement for fifteen million dollars was a major win for her. She usually didn’t tack on a price that high when she was negotiating for money because cheaper agreements were easier to win judges over with. Out of court settlements rarely exceeded two or three million. This case had been radically different than most of the cases she’d worked lately, particularly because she’d done the one thing lawyers aren’t supposed to do. She got emotional.

Eric Adams was a thirty eight year old first line manager for a minor construction company. During work on a project about a year and half previous, he’d fallen 250 feet from the shell of a building down to the concrete foundation below. Miraculously, he’d survived the fall but it didn’t come without a price. He’d had skull fractures, spinal cord damage, vertebrate fractures, two shattered legs, a couple broken ribs, and a couple broken fingers. Of his nearly sixty thousand dollar salary, seven hundred dollars of his monthly check went to his company’s most expensive insurance policy; a policy that was supposed to cover damn near anything medical one could think of. When he’d sent in all of the claims paperwork to the construction company, the company had denied the claim stating that while his accident occurred at the job site, it had been during off-hours and therefor was not company responsibility. They’d told him to directly petition the insurance company, which in turn also denied coverage saying that the many surgeries he needed were not covered in his far too expensive insurance policy. Unable to pay for the procedures he needed, Eric had lost his job because he was unable to work. The loss of income had led to the loss of his house, displacing his wife and children which had in turn forced him to separate from his wife because he was unable to care for her. His parents, Lauren and Bryan Adams, had taken him in to care for him, causing financial stress on them as well.

Needless to say, when Eric’s mother had wheeled the young man into his office and laid the story out for her, Joanne had been pissed. No person deserved to suffer what the young man had suffered, and she had promised to ensure that he got everything he’d lost plus extra. She’d spent months talking to experts calculating the cost of every single thing he would need, from the ambulance trip to the emergency room the day of the accident to the payment of nurses for his home care during his recovery. She’d contacted accountants to calculate the amount of his lost salary, included paid vacation time and sick leave. She had his parents financial difference to that amount as well, and even went so far as to get the true value of the house he’d foreclosed on. That alone had added up into the millions. It would have been more than enough to settle the case, but Joanne had been vindictive about it. Not only were the two companies going to pay for everything they’d cost him, they were going to pay for his pain and suffering.

There was a reason Joanne was one of the top two lawyers at her firm. She didn’t lose often, and when she went on what Steve had nicknamed “the Vendetta Rage” she always, always, won big. The fifteen million dollar settlement was proof of that. So yes, she was grinning like a Cheshire cat at her blonde rockstar friend who looked a little bit like the man whose life she’d been rebuilding for the past six months.

“Damn right I’m fucking fierce. 6 million for all of my client’s expenses related to his accident, and 9 million for pure pain and suffering.” She smiled and signaled Henry for another drink. “Appletini. Shaken, not stirred, heavy on the vodka and keep the damn olive this time.” She was in too good a mood to wait on Roger to get drunk. Celebration was in order.

“I saved Eric’s life today, Roger. I don’t even care about my two and half million dollar pension for it.” For a moment, she sobered up, like really sobered up and looked over at her best friend. “That man was going to die. I had to help him, even if the long ass hours pissed Maureen off, even if no one thought I’d make the dollar amount stick. I had to do it. I was all he fucking had left.”

Henry showed up with her martini, grinning from ear to ear as he always did on a rare celebration day. She sipped it lightly, and went back to being tipsy. It was way more fun than being serious. She was done being serious for the day.
“You think Mo will be excited when I tell her?” Ridiculous question. Maybe. She wasn’t really so coherent anymore with that martini settling on her empty stomach. “We should eat whenever we get out of here.”

[ROGER DAVIS]

"You know, if Thundercats and Daphne from Scoobie Doo had never come into exsistance, you'd totally be like, my hero." Roger agreed with a nod, thankful that the alcohol was slowly starting to work. His fingertips felt tingly, and he felt very at east. Not even tired like had when he had walked out of the house. When Joanne became serious, however, Roger felt himself swallow, lifting the neck of the beer to his lips. The smile started slow, and it wasn't a teasing smirk, it was a true, proud smile.

"That's why you're cool, baby. I mean, Maureen understands. Deep down, she understands why you work late and shit. She just tends to think of orgasms over actual, you know, real-world stuff." Roger explained honestly. "And what will she think when she finds out?" Roger asked, and then paused for effect. "Well, when Mark sold his first film, Maureen didn't let him come out of his bedroom for a whole day. I didn't see my best friend in a day, and when I finally did, he looked---well, he looked completely and utterly satisfied, but he looked like she had completely and utterly wrecked him." Roger paused, pursing his lips. "I say you're going to get your ass handed to you between the sheets. Maureen's always alot more animated when she's excited about something, and the fact that she has more money now, coupled by the fact that you know, you won? I don't think your legs'll be able to work after tonight. Total jello city."

Food. Yes, food would soak up the alcohol that he had slammed down. He was pretty sure he was matching Joanne in terms of drunkenless. "Food. I like food." Roger said, feeling his head spin slightly. "She's gonna fuck you senseless, baby. I'm not even in the relationship and I'm getting turned on."

[joannejefferson]

Oh she liked the way he thought. Sex had been on her mind all day. Okay well not all day, the two hours she’d spent in court making last minute rebuttals and giving the most beautiful summation of her life hadn’t had a thought of sex at all. It crept during the hour and half she’d waited for the judge to deliver her decision, then left again when Joanne stood in the court room again staring at the judge in total shock that she’d actual won, plus extra. Not a single cent of her two point five million dollar paycheck was coming out of Eric’s settlement. No, the judge had made the companies pay that too. However, once she’d walked out of the court room and looked at Steve, her partner in work-related crime, sex and alcohol had made blessed mix in her mind. It hadn’t left since.

She was really happy that this case was over because it meant less ass-kissing trips to Boston, slightly less late hours, and maybe one or two more orgasms a week. She wouldn’t have to wake Maureen up and coax it out of her, at least not as often. Holy hell, she might even have a chance to plan a romantic night a surprise her special someone with it. The thought had her giddy with excitement and two more martinis went down the hatch before she even responded. Her face was covered in the goofy grin that said “I’m getting hella laid tonight.” Oh boy.

“I’ll be senseless when I get to her if I don’t slow down on the appletinis.” She laughed, a long stream of chuckles that turned into the most girlish giggle she’d ever heard. “Oh god, I can’t wait to get home… but it’s too-” Here a pause for her drunken mind to catch up with itself. “What the hell time is it anyway now?”

She had to be seriously edging on drunk to have ignored the tidbit of Maureen fucking Mark so senseless he’d been unable to stand up straight. Her mind was focused on jelly legs and maybe taking a day or two off. She wasn’t due back in court for a week or so anyway. She deserved play time.

Hey. That’s not a bad idea actually. She reached into her briefcase, which sat on the floor next to her, and pulled her cellphone out, hitting 3 on the speed dial. It range a couple times and then her assistant’s chipper voice came through.

“Hey Jennifer …. What? Oh yeah thanks … Definitely on my way to drunk … Nope, no hangovers here. I’m going home and getting my senses fucked back into my body … Sorry, you didn’t need to know that … Haha, you’re such a voyeur… No, I’m not coming back in to work tomorrow … You’re kidding? Really? ... Oh okay … Thanks Jen, you’re a real bad bitch you know that? … See you then sweetheart.” And the phone was hung up and the stupid grin was back on her face. That conversation had been longer than she’d expected but hey, there wasn’t anything with sharing her drunk self with her assistant. That’s what Jennifer was for.

“Daddy gave me the rest of the week off.” She sipped the last bit of her third martini. “Party time.”

[ROGER DAVIS]

I'll be senseless when I get to her if I don't slow down on the appletinis.

"Believe me, she doesn't care. If she can use you, she'll use you. I mean, I was half-passed out when we slept together. When she's in the mood for sex, she's in the mood. Doesn't matter if you're there or not." However, Roger's smile widened as Joanne released a giggle that he had only really heard on Maureen when she was drunk. Or even April. "Easy there, pookie. It's--" Roger lifted a wrist, but then realised he didn't own a watch. Moving, he grabbed her wrist, turning it in his hands to look at the very expensive watch. "It's, uh," Roger paused, and then nodded. "It's 3:30. Yeah. 3:30."

However, Joanne pulled away, pulled out her cellphone, and dialed some girl that she later stated was Jennifer. Jennifer must have been the girl that Maureen had talked about at the engagement ceremony. The pretty girl with brown hair and nice earrings and really, really nice lips. She had nice tits, too, Maureen had mentioned as casually as if she was talking about the weather. Maureen had been like that. Roger's brows alternated between narrowing and arching as he listened to Joanne's onesided conversation.

When she was off the phone, Roger pointed a thin finger at her, wagging it as if realising something. "Your assistant's hot, huh?" Roger asked after a moment, nodding drunkenly. "Yeah, she's hot. And I mean, who wouldn't like to watch? I like to watch. Watching is--" Roger grimaced as he downed the last shot in front of him. "Watching is awesome. I mean, you live in a Loft with a bunch of people for years that really have no shame, and you can't help but be a voyeur."

[joannejefferson]

Oh. Yeah. She should probably pay attention to Roger talking. But her mind had traveled down sex lane at the mention of how hot her assistant was. Yes, the brown haired girl with a gorgeous body shaped and curved in all the right places, and lips, oh god her luscious full totally kissable lips. Okay, so Joanne wasn’t quite sure who she was imaging in her head. Honestly, come to think of it Jennifer and Maureen looked an awful lot alike.

Well wasn’t that a strange thing to think of at a time like this? Oh well, its crazy how things come to mind when you’re drunk and Joanne wasn’t about to question it. So what if she’d occasionally sat in her office watching Jennifer prance her sexy ass around. Who was going complain? Maureen certainly couldn’t. Roger would probably laugh, and Joanne damn sure wasn’t going to tell anyone about those extremely illicit thoughts.

She grinned wickedly at the scenes in her mind, totally unfocused on Roger and barely registering the fact he was even speaking. God, she was such a mental cheat. Whatever. No one she knew could complain.

“Hey…Jennifer is just a friend.” She slurred, finally bringing her attention back to Roger. “She’s like the only friend I even have from life before I knew you guys. Really hot. Great in bed.” Oh sweet lord, she had not meant to say that. Damn drunk tongue. “At least, that’s what I’ve been told.” Joanne hoped a look of total satisfaction had not crossed her face. That would be bad, insanely bad.

“She’s like a little Maureen, but way less, hmm what’s the word I’m looking for? Oh yeah, wild. Way less wild. Like, if Mo was tame, thank god she isn’t, but if she was, she’d be Jennifer.” Yeah this conversation was getting weirder by every word. Good thing they were drunk and probably wouldn’t remember it all that well. Especially that part about Jennifer being good in bed.

Hell, Joanne had sex before she met Maureen. How’d they think she’d met Jennifer anyway?

“Henry, I need another shot.”

[ROGER DAVIS]

Hey, Jennifer is just a friend. She's like, the only friend I even have from life before I knew you guys. Really hot. Great in bed.

"Aw, c'mon, baby." Roger said, trying to look as serious as possible, though it was hard when he was as tipsy as he was. "Maureen is just a friend. Actually, she's my best girl friend, and I've fucked her. All night long." When she tried to cover it up, Roger felt his eyebrow arch slowly. "...Really." Roger said slowly. "I think you're lying."

When she continued, the smile slowly got bigger on Roger's face. "Okay, so now I know you're so lying." Roger said, shaking a finger at her. "You're lying because you have so fucked her. You've fucked her, because I can see it on your face right now. You're turning all red and I know you're thinking about how she felt under you. Or above you, I guess, depending on how you like it." Roger knew because it was the same way he could easily bring up memories of Maureen or Mimi or even April. Or hell, even the girl that he had lost his virginity to when he was 15. Even if it had been all clumsy and awkward, it had still been sexy in a teenage sorta way. Sure, he had done things later that his teenage self wouldn't have had a clue you could do, but that was besides the point. And most of them had happened with either Mimi, Maureen, or April.

"I couldn't handle a tame Maureen." Roger said finally, breaking himself out of the very explicit thoughts he had only moments before. "That New Years sex wouldn't have been as fun. I doubt I would have came so many times I did if she had been all vanilla and shit. Probably once and I would have been gone. That's like a chick I dated for like, a week once. She just wanted to fuck. She didn't want to blow me or me to go down on her or anything. She just wanted sex. And it wasn't even that good of sex, either. It was boring sex. I think she was some midwestern girl or something that had no place in New York City. I mean, seriously, one time? Like here," Roger scooted the stool closer to Joanne, scooting the stool so her legs were between his legs. "Okay, so we're like this, right? Seriously normal shit. And yes, I might have been drunk, but that's, you know, that's nothing. Anyway, so she's sitting on top of me, right? And I'm digging it and everything, and then I reach up like this," Roger slid his hand up, wrapping his fingers loosely around Joanne's neck. "Just like this, for you know, leverage," he said, as if it made perfect sense int he world, "and she starts freaking out! Yelling and shit! So I think that I'm like, doing something awesome right? So I just squeeze a little harder and she flips the fuck out."

He ended the statement as if it was very clear that she had been completely and utterly insane. "I broke up with her the next morning. I mean, seriously. What the fuck did she think I was gonna do? Kill her? I mean, if she knew some of the things Mimi and I do." Roger shook his head almost sadly. "I wonder where she is now. THe girl, I mean. She probably went back home to like, her farm or some shit. I think she said she was from a farm town. Or like, Washington, or something."

He realised, drunkenly, that he still had his fingers lightly wrapped around Joanne's throat. He realised them, letting his hand drop before he turned slightly to take the shot glass between his fingers. "God brought April and all of her kinky, nasty, mindblowingly good fuck glory to me, and as the good book says, it was very, very good." He marked the end of his statement with the shot, lifting the glass to his lips and down to his stomach with a slight grimace.

[joannejefferson]

Damn Roger and his ability to understand her. Damn their similarity. Damn the all too noticeable blush on her face. Just. Oh to hell with it all. If they were going to share stories, Joanne could do that. She had stories, lots of stories, and most of the good ones involved Jennifer. There was something about the tone in Roger’s voice, that drunken attempt at being serious that translated into a psychotically sexy sound. It made the memories flood back into her mind and it was just about all she could do to keep from licking her lips at the images.

Come to think of it, their working relationship probably shouldn’t have been as easy as it was considering the multiple times they’d had sex, but hey, Joanne had a frisky side and Jennifer had known how to tame it. Which, for a girl who considered herself mostly straight had been a very nice surprise. Jennifer had been a boost to her lesbian ego, a haha world I turned that line into a serious circle.

Before she could really contemplate telling a good story in her inebriated brain, Roger was suddenly touching her and Oz wasn’t that the wrong thing to do. Drunk Jo liked to be touched, but not by men, even if said guy was her best friend. Of course, he was telling her about one of his sexual trysts, which kept her mind in ooh dirty talk land rather than stop freaking touching me man hands land. Not to mention, his story was really insanely funny, and she was laughing so hard she didn’t really have time to smack his hands off. When he let go of her, she drained her shot and signaled for another, knowing that soon enough she’d have to slow down drinking or she wouldn’t be capable of entertaining anyone when she got home… or being entertained at that.

“Okay, fine. I admit it. Jennifer and I had sex. Multiple times, and yes it was very, very good.” She chuckled that drunken girlish giggle again as she thought about the first time they’d done it. “I took her out to lunch one day, and ended up spending the night at her apartment teacher her all about the glory of the female touch. Girl is a damn quick learner.”

Now came that triumphant smirk, the drunken grin that said yes, I really am that good. There wasn’t much that Joanne would gloat about, but her prowess in bed was definitely game for boasting. She even remembered Jennifer saying once that no one had ever been able to make her body do the things Joanne had coaxed out of it. But that line of thinking was just going too far for someone in a committed relationship. Still, before completely driving the gorgeous brunette out of her mind, she had to drop one last line on Roger. Teasing was essential, even if it didn’t quite come out like one.

“We did it in my office once, on the leather chaise in there. She fucked me so senseless I couldn't even think straight for a week. Very first time I ever had multiples in one session.” She laughed again, grinning salaciously up at her friend. “I may have gotten her started, but by the end I was learning new shit from her. Not a soul at my office even knows.”

[ROGER DAVIS]

Okay, fine. I admit it. Jennifer and I had sex. Multiple times, and yes, it was very, very good.

"The truth feels good, doesn't it?" Roger asked, nodding drunkenly, though more-so when she started describing what had lead up to the sex. "You know, I bet you did. But you know, I always say that women know women better than men do. I mean, don't get me wrong, I rock. I'm going to be an egotistical bastard and come out and say that I fucking rock the shit when it comes to sex. But...chicks get it. I think it's 'cause you've got the same parts. You know where all the nice inside-y buttons are."

Then, Roger had to control his jaw to stop it from dropping. Joanne Jefferson, high priced Lawyer and regular fuckin' Manhattan socalite was sitting there, telling him how she had completely and utterly wrecked a chick in her office. "That's it. After I die, I'm having God send me back as a couch. A couch in a very sexy Lesbian Lawyer's office." Roger said, his voice drunk but serious. "It's settled. I'm a couch."

However, something she had said made him frown. "Um, wait. No one knows? You're making it sound like epic, mind-blowing all out fuck-a-thon. You're telling me not one of your lawyer-y cohorts heard you and Jennifer? I call bullshit." Roger told her. "I call bullshit, and you wanna know why? Because I've heard epic mind-blowing sex. I've heard how awesome multiples can sound. I've been there, done that. You cannot tell me you can be silent with that shit. I like, object, Miss Jefferson. Objection, for serious. I'm sure the entire uptown Manhattan heard that shit, and entire communities of people probably came right along with you." He paused, and then tilted his head. "Come to think of it, when was this? I could have been getting laid at that exact moment, too."

[joannejefferson]

Reincarnation as a couch. Now that was priceless. What would Joanne be? A couch in a sexy lesbian lawyer’s office probably wasn’t a bad idea. She’d get to be apart of more mindblowing office sex. But, why be a witness to office sex when she could be a sexy lesbian lawyer’s bed and get ALL the good sex? Yep, that was a much better idea. Lots of naked sexy lesbians that way. She was just about to voice that to Roger when he suddenly frowned. She was confused until he started talking and then his questioning just made her laugh so hard she could barely breathe.

Joanne may have had some wild moments in her life but even in that she’d been very, very discrete about it. Office sex didn’t happen that often because it was seriously hard to hide. However, at oh say nine pm when you were the only one in the office and your lover showed up it was pretty damn easy to do whatever you wanted. It also helped that Jennifer hadn’t worked with Joanne at the time, so no one at the office had ever really met her. Now, people were pretty aware they had a history, because when Jennifer had shown up to her first day on the job the brilliant smiles on their faces were probably a dead giveaway. It was well known at the Jefferson law firm that Jennifer and Joanne were a seamless team, the former pretty much keeping the life of the latter in a straight line for the most part.

“Um, Overruled.” God it was hard speaking legalese when her mind was on drunkard. “Yeah, see, Jennifer wasn’t working for me at the time. So she showed up that night after hours when I was the only one in the building.” She laughed again, remembering the experience. “I am discrete with my wildness, especially at work.”

Working with Jennifer had been a true godsend, despite Joanne’s lack of relationship with the Big Guy. The relationship they’d had as lovers had simply ended. It wasn’t that they were incompatible, because they totally weren’t. The two of them had simply come to the agreement that the relationship had been mostly a wild rompus, and both of them had known that it would ruin them if they kept it up. That decision had given birth to the friendship they had now, and few people could say they knew Joanne better than Jennifer. But, that was probably because they literally knew each other inside and out.

“Oh… when was that… I can’t remember the exact year, but it was before I met you guys. Come to think of it, Jennifer had just started working with me a few months before I met Maureen.” Then she had a thought that was probably only funny because she was stupidly drunk and lacked the ability to properly care. “You know, I don’t think Jen and I ever actually broke up, broke up. We just like said ‘Let’s stop having sex.’ And that was the end of it.”