We live in an Abandonded Loft (casual!)|Tag: Mark!

[ROGER DAVIS]

Mimi was asleep, and when Mimi was asleep, or even at work, her apartment became a very boring place. Sure, Roger could have slept, but she had finally gotten to sleep, and Roger didn't want to wake her. Besides, he wasn't tired at all. So, he made his way down to a place that he knew at least held more excitement. Or at least more food.

The Loft.

He hadn't seen Mark in a couple days, so he figured he'd bother his best friend into doing something with him, even if it was simply sitting and talking. Roger climbed out of the window and down the fire escape, moving to push open the window to the Loft. The lock had been broken for about a year; he wasn't about to ask Benny to fix it, and it wasn't like there was anything to steal of real selling value inside the Loft. Everything had been bought for dirt cheap, even the giant painting of a black ship that hung on the wall; Mark and Roger had bought it for pennies on the dollar, yet it had become a part of the Loft just as the broken rocking chair, the ductape-covered couch and the roadsigns that had been stolen from around New York.

Climbing in through the window, he moved, shutting it as he listened for the sound of Mark. However, he heard silence. "Hey! I'm stealing some coffee since we're out upstairs!"

Silence met him in return.

"Maureen and I are going to have wild, kinky sex on your bed and film it with your camera!"

Well, he knew Mark wasn't here now. Shrugging, he moved to the kitchen, flipping the switch on the hot plate. He brought the half-full pot of coffee to his nose and took a sniff, jerking it back with a disgusted look. "Ew." he whispered, and dumped it into the sink. A fresh pot was most certainly warranted. Filling the pot with water, he placed it on the hot plate and pulled out the instant coffee. He grabbed the last-weeks issue of the Village Voice and moved, flopping down on the worn and dusty couch. He flipped through the paper idly until the sound of the telephone ringing on the coffee table broke the silence of the Loft.

SPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAK."

"Mark? Mark, it's Cindy. I was just wondering how you've been--"[/color]

Instantly, Roger jerked up, reaching over the old boxes of fruit snacks and candles to grab the phone. "Hello? Hey, Cindy! No, it's Roger. Hi, baby!"

God, if Mark were here, he'd probably be reaching for the phone to snatch it from Roger's grasp, he thought to himself as he settled back down on the couch. "How've I been? Oh, I've been okay, baby. Yeah, I'm feelin' great. Yeah, they're okay. I just went to the clinic last month. Normal as they can be." Roger flicked a page and smirked. "I miss you, too, baby. You really should come to town more often. I know Mark misses you. Don't lie, you know you miss me for my hot, tight body." A laugh escaped his lips as he shook his head. "Nah, he's out somewhere. Probably in the Park filming. Mimi's sleeping so I figured I'd just come down here, annoy your brother. Yeah, she's doing a lot better. Did Mark tell you? Yeah. She finally kicked heroin for good. I know, I'm proud of her, too." Roger lifted an eyebrow with a half smirk. "Is that Aaron? Tell him that you're talking to your super-hot, super-awesome rock-star boyfriend and to shut the fuck up. Or hey, even worse. Tell him you're giving your brother all this sexy talk. Hey, he's the one that doesn't like me, remember? Yeah, probably 'cause I spent the majority of your wedding trying to get into your pants, you're right. But you looked hot, baby."

However, Roger was so focused with the call and the Village Voice in his hands to hear the door to the Loft opening. "Tell your girls I said hi. Tell them Uncle Roger misses them and I'll have presents for then whenever you all come up." A laugh bubbled out of Roger's lips. "Dump that husband of yours and I'll have lots of presents for you, too."

[renthead]

Mark had woken up, already bored. It was a sad life, when you had nothing better to do then sleep your day away. He had reluctantly climbed out of his bed and walked into the kitchen. There had been food (an unusual event) and he had eaten it in peace. Everything seemed to quiet. He didn't like being the only one in the loft, it made everything lonely. He had looked around, but had sighed. There was nothing to do in the place that he had so many memories. So he had, in true Mark fashion, grabbed his camera and went to go see what he could find to film.

All in all, the day wasn't one of the best one's he'd had. He had gotten a few good shots, but most of the time he had just walked around, looking like a creeper with a camera. He had gotten quite a few stares when he had thought to record kids playing on a playground. He had hurried to put up his camera and walk away. He had wandered around, not filming anything, until lunch. He had stopped at the Life for a cup of tea, actually being able to pay. The waiter looked at him as though he had robbed a bank or sold himself on the street or something. When it had come time to pay, he had hoped to find a five dollar bill in his pocket. Instead he found three crumpled ones. He place two on the table, and stalked out.

At that moment, he realized he would most likely not get anything accomplished that day. So, hands shoved in his pockets, he made his way back to his home. He climbed the steps slowly, one at a time, and looked at Mimi's door. He wondered what she and Roger were doing, then decided he probably didn't want to know. So he kept his steady pace upward. He reached the door of the loft, and heard a voice from the other side. Only one voice. One very familiar voice. Did Roger have an imaginary friend or something? He slid open the door in time to hear the last part of the conversation. He raised an eyebrow. Uncle Roger? It even sounded scary. He figured who was probably on the phone when Roger told them to dump their husband.

"Don't do it Cindy!" he called out, wondering if she could hear her brother. He then went over, dumped his messenger bag on a chair, and set down beside his best friend. He contemplated grabbing the phone out of Roger's hands, but realized damage had probably already been done. "Stop flirting with my sister." he said calmly, grabbing the Village Voice from Roger's hands instead of the phone.

[ROGER DAVIS]

Don't do it, Cindy!

"Well, hello to you, too, darling." Roger stated with a roll of his eyes. "Don't listen to your brother, Cin. He's just upset 'cause he's not getting laid. I told him I could help him with that; there's a girl in our group that'd be perfect for him. But no." Roger said into the phone. "Besides, our relationship will always be pure and true." Roger paused, and then felt himself smirk. "Okay, maybe not pure."

When Mark pulled away the Village Voice from Roger's hands, Roger felt himself frown. "Hey! Reading!" Roger said, and then shook his head. "Your brother's being a dick." However, he pulled the phone away sharply as the sound of a loud, screaming child hit Roger's ears, loud enough for even Mark to hear. "Jesus Christ." Roger whispered with a frown before he nodded. "Yeah, go take care of that. Yeah, I'll tell him--" Roger pulled the phone away from his face and looked at Mark. "She says she wuvs her widdle brother Marky-Warky with all her widdle heart and sou--" he heard Cindy's voice, and he pulled the phone back. "That's totally what you said! Yeah, he'll probably be here later. Alright. Love you, too, baby. Bye."

Hanging up the phone, Roger moved back, taking a piece of the Village Voice from Mark to read. "And to be fair," Roger started, his voice almost frustrated, though he truly wasn't. "Your sister started to flirt with me when I first met her. I was just being the gentleman that I am and giving her the attention she deserves." Roger stated with a nod, until his eyes widened at the remembrance of the coffee.

"Aw, fuck, the coffee!" Roger exclaimed, moving up off of the couch to rush over to the hot plate. He moved, pouring two cups. Taking the two, he moved back to the couch, handing Mark one before he plopped back down on the couch next to Mark.

"How was the park?"

[renthead]

Mark rolled his eyes. "I do not need your help in getting a girl Roger." he said, although in all reality he probably would. But he was not that desperate yet. He laughed as Roger got mad when he took the paper from him. "I am not being a dick. And I didn't even know you could read." he teased, leaning back. Even he heard the cry of one of his nieces. "Holy shit, I'm so glad I don't go over there." he muttered, before raising an eyebrow at Roger. Somehow he had a feeling that Cindy had not been the one to add the baby talk. It was Roger, once again, trying to piss him off. Ah, the man could be irritating, but Mark had missed him. "That was like, ten years ago. She is now married and you have Mimi. It has gone on long enough!" he said with a chuckle, and an eye roll. He watched as Roger remembered forgotten coffee. So that was why the loft smelled good. He had wondered if it was the smell of left over coffee when he had walked in, but then decided to not care. He took the cup gratefully, and took a sip. He loved coffee. He probably shouldn't, but he did. It never ceased to make him somewhat hyper, and that was good. If he was hyper he'd stay out of bed.

Mark looked at Roger and sighed. "Not that good. I swear, people think I'm a pedophile or a creeper or something. Do I look like a pedophile or a creeper or something?" he knew Roger was going to say yes, but he resisted the urge to say "never mind, don't answer that." It was too cliche a saying. So he just braced himself for whatever comment Roger Davis, kid at heart, was going to say. He moved so he was leaning back against the arm of the couch, and threw his feet over Roger's lap. Hey, if he was going to be there he may as well be useful, right? He thought about the looks he had gotten that day. Why didn't people understand that it was NEW YORK and in New York, there were film makers. And film makers had to film things. It was just part of what they did.

[ROGER DAVIS]

Roger rolled his eyes as Mark stated that he didn't need his help. "Right. Seriously, dude, I think Erica would be awesome for you. Sunny says that Erica told her that she was all talkin' about you the other day." Roger told Mark honestly, flipping through the Village voice. "Said she wanted all up in your nerd-y khakis." Roger glanced at Mark and then shrugged. "Just sayin'. My hand to God. Sunny told me all about it when I saw her two days ago. You know, Sunny's always willing, too. She told me she'd give me sympathy sex after April died." Roger paused, as if thinking and then he sighed with a smile. "She's a sweet girl. If I hadn't been all fucked up in the head, I probably would have taken her up on that offer. I'm sure that little Asian body can twist in all different sorts of ways."

When Mark mentioned his sister and how Roger's love affair from afar had gone on long enough, Roger felt his eyes roll. "Dude, don't get in between true love. Don't crush my dreams, Mark."

Roger took a grateful gulp of the coffee; it wasn't the best on the planet but it wasn't the worst, either. When Mark asked a question, Roger paused, looking at the man honestly. "Um." He tilted his head, as if studying Mark. "You do this weird thing with your hands when you get animated about something." Roger lifted his hands up, spreading his fingers like a starfish. "But no, you're not a creeper. But I mean, I've gotten used to you coming up with the camera. Other people may not be used to it." Roger lifted his shoulder with a shrug. "But fuck them. I mean, if people wanna wig out on you, let them. I know you're awesome. Our friends know you're awesome. I mean, yeah, I guess it could be a little unsettling if someone just rolled up with a camera and started filming, but I've been around it for too long, so I can't say anything. I'm bias." He remembered that April, out of everyone in the Loft, hadn't liked being on camera. He tried to brush off that thought. "Who cares if some bitch with her kids think you're a creeper? They're probably just some rich bitches who think you're like, invading on their personal bubble or whatever."

Roger frowned slightly at Mark's feet draping over his lap, and he tried to push them off. "Dude! New pants, man!" he protested. "I don't need your shoes getting dirt and junk all over them. They get dirty as it is."

[renthead]

Mark smirked a bit. He listened to Roger go on and on about the girl he knew that would just be "perfect" for him. He knew she probably wouldn't be. He didn't need to be hooked up. It just wasn't needed. If he found someone, he found someone. He hated the idea of blind dates, or random hookups. "Hey, my pants aren't nerdy!" he spoke up, after finally paying attention. He blushed a bit as he realized that Roger had been talking for awhile and that was the only part he'd caught. Crap. He paid attention in time to hear him talking about having sympathy sex with an asian. He raised an eyebrow. "If only Mimi could hear you man. You'd be dumped on your ass, and then you could find out." he teased, wondering if Mimi really would dump him for that, and then the flirting with his sister. Probably not. Mimi loved him. For some odd, odd reason.

Mark laughed. "So wait, get your stories straight. Which is the true love? Cindy or Mimi? Cause if it's my sister, then dear God I hope she doesn't feel the same way." he said with a grin. He knew his sister loved her husband. She'd told him about it many, many a times. He chuckled again, at the thought of Cindy and Roger's kids. Those poor children. Roger would be a horrible father.

Mark nodded. That he understood. He was used to people not caring when he filmed them randomly. His friends had come to accept that it was just something he did. Other people in the world, had not. He wondered for a minute what creepy things he did with his hands exactly, but then decided he didn't really wanna think about it. It would make him all the more embarrassed when he got excited. "Yeah I guess. But it's New York. People should be used to it by now!" he exclaimed, mostly because it was the truth but partly because he felt the slight need to defend himself. Then Roger made the comment about the pants.

Now, you see, it was Roger's fault that Mark got the evil idea. Mark didn't have dirt and junk on his shoes. This was the first thought that came into his mind, and this thought led to an evil idea. "they get dirty as it is." he smirked a little, but swung his legs off Roger's lap. He sat up, but then "accidently" fell over. When he accidently fell over, the cup of coffee he had been nursing in his hands dropped onto Roger's new pants. Mark was thankful it was luke-warm, because otherwise Roger would kill him. Hell, he still might. But that didn't stop him from laughing. "Oops." he said simply, smiling widely. Roger deserved it for not letting Mark have a foot rest.

[ROGER DAVIS]

If only Mimi could hear you, man. You'd be dumped on your ass, and then you could find out.

"Mimi wouldn't dump me for saying I wanted to sleep with your sister. Or Sunny. 'Cause she knows I probably really wouldn't do it. Unless I was drunk. And if I was drunk, I'd probably just end up screwing Mimi instead."

"Both." Roger stated at Mark's question of who was his true love. "My heart is very large. I have the unique ability to love many different people. However, I know Cindy probably wouldn't put up with half of the shit I put Mimi through, so...I'd probably say I'd settle for Mimi. And I mean, she's closer than Cindy is. I don't want to have to drive all the way to Scarsdale every time I wanna get laid. I mean, could you imagine the miles I'd put on? It's like when April said she was moving back to California that one time before I convinced her otherwise. Phone sex would have not sufficed."

He knew more than anything he loved Mimi. Mimi had done something to him that he knew that no one else would have been able to do. Not even April, even if she hadn't died. She had made him look at life through different eyes. April could have easily just blinded him to the fact if she had stayed alive, because he was sure they would have continued to shoot up and try to ignore the truth. It became easier as time went on to mention April, but still, thinking about her hurt. He felt himself look down, listening to Mark speaka gain.

When Mark mentioned New York people, Roger shook his head. "Dude, they're never gonna get used to it. Even here. People are still gonna be like, weird about it."

However, when Mark shifted, the coffee spilt onto Roger's pants, and he jerked back, wiping at his pants. "Dude!" he yelled with a frown. "You dick! You so owe me 75 cents to get this shit washed!"

Standing, Roger wiped at his pants, a frown spreading on his face. "You're a jerk. You totally did that on purpose." Roger grumbled, moving off to his room. He still had some of his old clothes in his old room. He peeled off his jeans and pulled on a pair of cargo pants that hung off of him more than they should. Glancing at himself in the mirror, he pulled the waistband of his pants out with a slight frown. He was losing more weight every single day. The shirt held coffee stains on it, and he lifted it up and over his head, noticing the bruises he had gotten from the week before had started to slowly fade. He hadn't been in his room for a while, not since he had come back from Santa Fe. The room was still littered with posters and newspaper clippings on the wall. Lifting a hand, he grabbed a box, pulling it down. It was full of random items; plastic daisy flowers, wrist bracelets and pictures.

It had been almost three years. How long would he really hold onto everything? He couldn't throw it away, he knew that for a fact. But...but it just sat in his closet, abandoned. Swallowing, he placed the box back into the closet and pulled a black shirt over his head and onto his torso.

"Dude, my mom called the other day while you were out filming." Roger stated as he moved back to the living room. "She wants to come down and visit. I vetoed that shit right away, but I have a feeling she may show up."

He wasn't sure how he'd even start to try to explain everything, from why April wasn't around anymore, why he had to take pills after a beeper on his waistband shrilled, or why he was now hopelessly in love with a stripper. Moving, he collapsed with a sigh into the worn green couch. "I'd take your mom showing up over mine."

[renthead]

Mark laughed. It was true. "Why does you getting drunk always involve you screwing someone? It was like that... before too." he said, his smile wavering only slightly. Best not to bring up April. That could always end in Roger punching him. Or worse. He moved on quickly, so Roger wouldn't realize that he had just gotten nervous. He listened as Roger described how he had a large heart and having phone sex would not work for him. He sighed loudly. The conversations they got into. He wouldn't trade them for the world, though.

"I don't think Cindy would put up with phone sex either. So maybe it's for the best. And she totally wouldn't spend gas money just to drive up here and see your lazy ass." he agreed, knowing that he was okay now because Roger had mentioned April and hadn't done anything to show that he was about ready to kill someone. So good. Maybe Mark was off the hook. He sighed as Roger stated that people were never going to get used to it. He knew he was right, but that didn't mean that he didn't wish it was different. The footage he could get if people WERE used to it.... just like his friends...

Then he burst out laughing. He hadn't laughed that much in awhile. He was totally glad he had spilled the coffee on Roger. His face was totally worth it! He just nodded, trying to catch his breath as he got yelled at. "Okay, I'll pay. Man that's priceless!" he said with another stray chuckle after he stopped laughing. He watched the coffee stained man go into his room, and then called after him. "I know!" before falling back on the couch, and waiting for the man to reappear.

As Roger came back into the room, Mark smiled at him. And then sighed. Why were parents always trying to check up on their children? What was the odd obsession? His mom had shown up back when he was dating Maureen, and had then tried to force him to move back home. One look at the loft, and she was on cleaning mode. He hadn't been able to find anything for days. He didn't know what Roger's mom would do, but he knew she knew nothing about his... um... lifestyle. Or the effects his lifestyle had on him. "Then take her. It's not like I want her." he said with a shrug, knowing it probably sounded harsh. He loved his mother, he really did, but sometimes... she was just to much to handle. But he just nodded. "Well if your mother randomly shows up, I'll make sure to direct her to the strip joint that your girlfriend works at. Just because I want to know what she'd do." he said, knowing that he wouldn't actually do that. He had no clue what he'd do. Possibly slam the door in her face. Or state that Roger didn't live there any more. It was kind of true...

[ROGER DAVIS]

"Alcohol makes me horny. Or--well, um, the girls that I'm around when I'm drinking just look so much better." Roger replied, and then arched an eyebrow when Roger spoke of Cindy. "...you never know. I'll have you know I'm completely awesome in bed. It's worth the drive. And hey," Roger stated, holding a skinny finger to point at Mark. "I am not lazy. I'm just very careful and choosing in the things I want to do during my day." However, he knew the statement was complete and utter bullshit, but he snuggled himself into the old, worn chair, his skinny legs hanging over the arm-rest as if to solidify the statement.

When Mark continued, speaking of his mother and Roger's mother, Roger felt a slightly disgusted look cross his face. "I would easily take your mom over mine. At least your mom didn't wig out when she found out I had AIDS. Well, I mean like, wig out like my mom would. Plus, she makes me sweaters and scarfs." His mother didn't know. Hell, she didn't even know about April. When Mark gave a hypothetical situation of his mother coming, Roger sank down into chair deeper, as if trying to hide himself from the very suggestion. "God. Jesus," Roger groaned, the thoughts of what could happen with his mother and Mimi. "Could you imagine?" Roger asked, his hands pressed against his face. "If she saw Mimi do her little lawnchair handcuff dance thing? Or oh my god," Roger whispered, eyes wide as he thought. "God, could you imagine if like, she knocked on the door of Mimi's apartment and Mimi answered the door?! She hardly wears clothes as it is! Could you imagine if she answered the door in like, her leather bra and panties and--oh my god the handcuffs." It was almost as if the simple thought brought him intense displeasure, not at the thought of Mimi in leather and lace and handcuffs, of course, but his mother's look. He knew his mother would have just stood there, dumbfounded.

"I'd have to just go jump off the Trade Centre or something. The last thing I need my mother knowing is the ways I like to get down." He gave a over-dramatic shudder and shook his head. "My life would be over if she knew any aspect of my life. And it's not that I'm ashamed, because most of the aspects of my life? Completely and utterly awesome. But...there are things that I know, should my mom hear that I had either done them or do them now...well, I just want to keep her heart and her blood pressure healthy. And see, that's another reason why I like your mom. Like, if April had broken up with me for a chick, she woulda been shocked. Your mom was just like, 'Aw, Marky. Don't worry. Other fishies in the sea.'. My mom would have been like, '...She likes GIRLS?!'"

[renthead]

Mark snorted. "Everything makes you horny." he said with a laugh. Mark rolled his eyes. He didn't want the mental images of his sister and best friend in bed together. Just think of the mental scaring that would cause! "Just... stick with Mimi. Please." he said with a groan. He had to focus on something else now, because he was NOT going to even think about that anymore. "Like, sitting on a couch all day. Yes, quite an exciting thing to do. " he teased, poking his best friend in the arm.

Mark raised an eyebrow. "Of course she didn't totally freak out when she found out that you have AIDs. Can you even imagine her reaction if it was ME though? She'd drag me home, and lock me in my old room until I died." he said, moving his hands behind his head. "And you make fun of me for wearing sweaters and scarves." he stated, as if that made it final. His mother was not that amazing. He watched Roger's reaction with intense pleasure. It was quite hilarious, the way he just kind of... freaked out. Maybe he'd have to go through with his plan after all.

"You know, there's this crazy new invention. It's called... what was the word... oh yeah. Clothes, I think it was. Just tell Mimi about the possibility and make her start wearing them to answer the door." he said, the corners of his mouth only slightly upturned. Other then that, he was the poster child of serious. Roger always had been a drama queen. Back when his life wasn't dramatic enough for him, that was. It seemed like the old habit was coming back. It wasn't something Mark particularly missed about him, but ah well.

"Suicide is never the answer. I thought you would have figured this out by now. And why? She's your mom. Yeah, it'd be embarrassing, but she'd leave in like, a week at the most and you wouldn't have to think about it anymore. And you forget... my mom knew Maureen. I think she was probably counting down the days until she dumped me for something. It just so happened to be Joanne." he said, and then paused. He went back over what Roger had said. He then smiled all cheesily. "Aw, aspects of your life are completely and utterly awesome? Am I one of them that is completely and utterly awesome? Huh, Rog?" he teased. Serious was nice for awhile, as long as it wasn't too serious in Mark's opinion.

(every time i spelt serious, i accidently put sirius and had to go change it -_-)

[ROGER DAVIS]

Roger balked at Mark's statement that everything makes him horny. "That's not true!" Roger protested. "Like, you don't make me horny. Collins doesn't. I can't help it if Maureen does. If Mimi does. Alcohol does. But not everything turns me on. Stop making me sound like a sex addict. 'Cause yes, I may have an addictive personality. This is true. But I'm not a sex addict."

Shifting in the chair, Roger let a slight grunt escape his lips as he tried to get comfortable. "And I will stick with Mimi. She's nice to stick to." When Mark poked him in the arm, Roger frowned, though the smirk threatened to hitch at his lips. "The couch likes me. It's attracted me to it with it's comfortable-ness."

"I make fun of you for wearing sweaters and scarfs because you look like a nerd." Roger protested honestly. "And dude, if my mom found out, she'd force me to move back to Scarsdale and lock me in the basement and that'd be the end of me. No more sex, no more alcohol, nothing. I'd die."

"But dude, Mimi looks amazing without clothes. Like, ah-maze-ing. She knows this, so she flaunts it. Plus, I think she likes to tease me. She'll walk around in the morning without clothes 'cause she said she was hot. And she was." Roger said with a nod. "But I don't know. I'm just going to extremes in my head, I know. But it's just...yeah, I don't need my mom knowing that. I'd like the idea that my mother never knows that I'm dating a stripper. Then I'd get those awkward mom questions that I really don't want to answer."

It was when Mark mentioned that suicide was never the answer that Roger felt himself stiffen and his stomach drop slightly. He hadn't even realised he had said it, but he had. Roger knew that more than anyone. "Dude, you don't think I know that?" Roger asked, almost defensively. "It just...came out." He tried to settle into the silence, but he spoke once more to Mark's mentions of his mother. "I'd get the calls and shit and--and I really don't want to deal with Mom asking about April. She already asked like, a year ago if I had talked to her." Roger felt himself dip into silence once more. "I just don't wanna deal with that."

Roger felt his frown slightly twist into a slight, faint smile. "No, you're a punk. You're a punk most of the time. However, you do have some rare awesome moments that manage to cancel out some of your not-awesome moments." Roger stated, trying to sound non-chalant, and then he lifted a hand, motioning to the kitchen. "Since you spilt coffee on me and like, ruined my pants and shit, that makes you my bitch for like, an hour. Go get me some cereal. Mimi's all out. Fruity Pebbles, please. Extra milk."

[renthead]

((OOC: guess whose back... ME!))

Mark rolled his eyes. He shrugged his shoulders, and tried to not say something that would make Roger mad. Instead he said, quite seriously, "You make me horny Roger." and then, after keeping his straight face for about a full minute, he burst out laughing. He shook his head, and his glasses slid down his nose. He pushed them back up his face, and smirked at Roger. "I'm kidding. And of course you aren't an addict. Of course not. You just do it all the time. That's totally not the same thing." he said with a nod. Then he rolled his eyes, and started to fake pout.

"... I'm not even gonna dignify that with a response. And I'd laugh if couches could eat people, and it ate you. That'd just be like, ironic. Don'tcha think? Or maybe it's trying to seduce you with it's comfiness..." yes, he was defenitely in one of his weird Marky moods. But he liked when he was in one of his weird Marky moods. That meant he wasn't in a depressed Mark mood. He had been in those quite a lot lately, usually resulting from waking up and spending the whole day alone. God, he needed a life. He needed to be more like Roger, who had a girlfriend who loved him, and still had other's wanting him anyway. Of course, he'd never be like Roger. Roger was a bonafied sex God... or at least he had been... and Mark was... Well, Mark was dorky Mark. The "nice guy" that no girl wanted. They just needed him when they needed someone to complain about. Key example... Maureen Johnson. he sighed, knowing that at least he was fully over her... finally.

"It's not my fault I wear sweaters. My mom sends them to me, and I don't have enough money to buy anything interesting. And thanks Roger. I feel so loved when you say things like that. You know damn well that you bought the scarf. So it's your fault." he said with an eye roll. He looked at the back of the couch where the scarf had been flung, and studied it. It was getting ratty, but he'd had it since his first Christmas with Roger. It had been a present from his best friend, and he liked it. It kept him warm. It didn't look that bad... or at least he didn't think so. Mark really did love Roger. He was his best friend, and Mark would gladly trade places with him so he was the one to have the deadly disease. He had devoted himself so much to Roger's withdrawal, that his girlfriend had felt neglected to the point of resorting to lesbianism.

Mark made a face. Mimi was so sweet and adorable, and yes sexy. But he really didn't want to think about her walking around without clothes after a night with Roger. He was just plain happy to not have those mental images in his head thank you very kindly. "Roger, I know this is a foreign idea to you, but have you ever stopped to think that not everyone wants to know how hot your girlfriend looks without clothes on? I know I for one don't. I expect Collins and Angel feel the same way, but I can't particularly speak for them. And Joanne... well, Joanne probably doesn't mind very much." he said with a groan.

Mark rolled his eyes. "I know, I know. Just making sure. And okay. I'm not telling you that you have too... it's up to you of course. And I am not a punk. If anyone's a punk it's you. And you know you love me. And no, I will not get you cereal. The coffee was totally an accident..." even though it totally wasn't.

[ROGER DAVIS]

You make me horny, Roger.

For a brief second, Roger's eyebrow arched, until Mark busted into a fit of laughter. Rolling his eyes, Roger shook his head. "You're stupid, dude." Roger stated, and nodded. "Exactly. I can go without sex. I'll be a complete and utter jerk, but I can go without sex. For a little while." he added as almost an afterthought, knowing that he'd probably forever be unable to do the seven-month stretch that he had after April had died.

"Considering the amount of eating out I did on this couch, I wouldn't be surprised if it ate me. Foodstuffs and otherwise, of course." Roger said, running his hand over the old couch. "This couch is so comfortable. The best 20 bucks we ever spent. Plus the extra, what, five dollars for the amount of ductape we used over the years to patch the holes. Worth every penny."

"Yes, I bought you the scarf." Roger said, nodding surely. "But I don't make you wear your mother's sweaters. I mean, yes, I wear your mother's sweaters because they're warm and comfortable. But in the privacy of our home. You choose to wear them out. Which makes you look nerdy. But hey," Roger said with a shrug. "Your nerdiness managed to let you tap some sweet, sweet Maureen Johnson ass. So I'd keep rocking those sweaters for all their worth."

However, when Mark talked about Mimi, Roger widened his eyes, as if to say 'what, me?' "No. No, I haven't, and you know why? 'Cause my girlfriend's hot. My girlfriend also takes her clothes off for a living, which is also hot. And, now that I remember it, when we were at the Cat Scratch that one time for Maureen's birthday back like, years ago, I remember you looking at Mimi. Hell, I looked at Mimi. Alot. April called me out on it. I just didn't remember her until I met her."

When Mark refused his demand for fruity pebbles, Roger widened his eyes in mock shock. "...dick. And I am not a punk. The coffee thing was totally not an accident." Roger got up from the couch, moving to the kitchen. He pulled the milk out of the fridge, before sticking his hand into it. "Fuck. Power's out again." Lifting the milk to his nose, he took a sniff in, and then narrowed his brows. Cautiously, he brought it to his lips, taking a small drink. He paused, and then shrugged. "Not bad." he said and grabbed a clean-ish bowl from the sink. "Just for that, I'm eating your Crunch. All of it. Like one big giant bowl full. All for Roger."

Roger poured the cereal into the bowl, then filled it with milk.

"I was thinking, dude. We should get you at cat. Or a dog. I mean, April had that stray cat, but it got ran over after she died. It'd be cool to have a cat in the Loft again. Just make sure it doesn't piss on your shit."

[renthead]

Mark rolled his eyes. "I am not stupid. If anything, I am sometimes slow. Usually I'm a freaking genius, and you know it." he teased. He listened to Roger's speech about how he could go without sex for a while. He was right when he said he'd be a jerk. Roger had crappy mood swings. He was almost like a girl in that matter. While it took several long string of events to miss Mark off, Roger was a short fuse. He just wasn't the type to sit there calmly while someone was doing something that annoyed him. He never had been. "Don't try it. I don't need a black eye or something, just because you're trying to prove you can go without getting laid." he smirked softly.

Mark looked down at the couch, seeing it in an entirely new way. It wasn't exactly a pleasant experience. He stood up gingerly, and crept over to a chair that's stuffing was falling out of it in places. He made sure he grabbed his scarf from the contaminated furniture. "Thank you for that horrible information, Roger Davis. Now I'll have to clean the couch before I'll ever feel comfortable sitting there again. I hate you." he said bitterly. Of course, he probably would have to clean the couch. That was quite a horrible thought... and he loved that couch so much too! "It was a pretty good investment." he agreed with a nod. He sat with his knees brought up to his chest, and his arms wrapped around them.

Mark rolled his eyes. He hugged the scarf tightly to him. "And it means much more to me then you ever will." he teased. "And you look like an idiot when you wear my moms sweaters. You are very much more a jeans and t shirt guy. And I did get Maureen. So don't mock me. And the fact that you just said Maureen had a sweet, sweet ass worries me a bit. So I'm going to ignore it." he stated with a small smile towards his friend. It was an awkward smile. He didn't like talking about Maureen very much. Yes, he was over her. But that was only when he didn't have to spend time talking about her. Then it still kind of hurt a bit. He must have done something really bad to make her turn away from his whole gender.

Mark rolled his eyes, although he would much rather be discussing Roger's girlfriend then his ex. "Don't 'who me' eyes at me. You know you. And we were at a strip club. It was kind of the point to look at the girls. It was an uncomfortable moment too. I still don't get why she insisted having her part there..." he trailed off, as Roger moved on to his next topic. He watched the rocker stand up and walk into his kitchen.

"Roger, you do realize you just stuck your hand in my milk. My milk. And I think you're bad luck. You make it go out. Or maybe Benny does. One of my ex room mates does. It should stop. And it was. I wuv you Roger, do you really think I'd spill coffee on your new pants?" he asked, batting his eyelashes playfully. The glasses kind of hindered the effect. He stood up and moved over, standing in front of Roger. He really had eaten the rest of the captain crunch. "You dick head, that was my dinner!" he yelped, looking in the now empty box. Darn. He really liked captain crunch.

Mark raised an eyebrow at his friend, and not in the sexy way either. In the 'have you lost your mind' way. Had he really gotten so pathetic that his own best friend was suggesting he got something other then human companionship? He had to admit, it was something to think about. Maybe then he'd stop feeling so lonely. He imagined a lazy day curled up by the window with a book, tea, and his pet cat... it was kind of a nice idea. "You know, I just might..." he said thoughtfully.

[ROGER DAVIS]

"Yeah, Cohen," Mark said through a mouth of Crunch. "You're a fuckin' savant." However, Roger shook his head, spooning another bit into his mouth. "Negative." he said, though milk dribbled down the side of his chin and he brought the sleeve up to wipe at his chin. "I said at one time I could go without sex. I'm not wanting to win world records for longest time without sex. Seriously. I like getting laid. If you sexed up my girlfriend, you'd be saying the same thing."

When Mark's looked turn to disgust, Roger smiled. "Oh please. Like you didn't know. April used to love to fuck on this couch. She said it was more springy than the bed and he made it easier for her to bounce." Roger tipped the bowl to Mark as if he had given Mark a peice of useful information before he spooned another bit into his mouth and chewed, speaking as he ate. "Said she went deeper that way. Mimi and I've actually tried out the couch, too. SHe doesn't like it much. She likes my old bed just fine, though. The headboard's what does it. Something to grab onto."

"I don't know. I was looking at my girl all night. I mean, Mimi was a main part in my looking even though I had no clue who she was and she was probably like, 15 years old, but I was pretty much focused on the redheaded girl grinding her ass into my crotch all night. And then focused on the same redhead who was willing to fuck me senseless in the bathroom.." When Mark asked out a question, Roger shrugged. "She wanted to see tits and ass and get some girl grind her crotch all over hers. I seem to remember that you got some good sex after that party, too. So did I. Face it. Our girls liked other girls and then liked to fuck us. It works out for everyone."

"Yes, I do think you'd spill coffee on my new pants, 'cause you're a jerk. And if you want some, get a fucking spoon, you baby." Roger said, and then nodded as Mark spoke of thinking about getting an animal. "I mean, cats are cute. Dogs are cute, too. Girls'll come over to the Loft and be like, "Oh, Mark! Your cat-slash-dog is so adorable, do me right here on the floor!". Or something like that. We can get little plaid pants and pretend it's me. Or a little hat and pretend it's Collins. Or a really tacky suit and pretend it's Benny. Or a bra and panties and pretend it's Maureen. Hell, you can have an entire wordrobe for the little animal."