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

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Mark wrinkled his nose at his best friend. He was tired of talking about kinks. He had already used up his pervertedness for the day, and he still had a lot of day left. He changed the subject.

"Alright. We'll drop it. I do think you should send the letter though. But dropping it, dropping it..." he said, thinking about Roger and his mother. He thought about his own mother, and that no matter how hard he tried not to tell her something, she found out about it somehow anyway. He hadn't told her about Maureen becoming a lesbian, yet somehow... someway... Probably Roger, now that he thought about it. He had laughed, when really he hadn't laughed that much over the withdrawal phase, so hard every time someone mentioned how Mark had been dumped for a lesbian. If he didn't love him, Mark swore he would hate Roger.

"Roger, you're about as likely to become an angel as Collins is to becoming president of the United States. But there is a chance that Benny can come back. Maybe... Alison'll kick him out?" he said with his head tilted to the side, contemplating. "And he crossed over to the dark side. It happens to the best of us." he said, even though he'd never actually seen Star Wars. Yes, this shocked many people. He was the type many tended to believe was a Star Wars nerd. But he wasn't. And he probably wouldn't be. Harry Potter on the other hand...

"I like cookies more then I like girls. Cookies are warm and happy and they make me feel all fuzzy inside. Girls are cruel, cold creatures that only make me feel all awkward. So, yes, cookies win." he stated, smiling brightly at his friend. Mark skipped the part about Mimi, because really if he let Roger get started he'd never ever stop talking about how much he wanted Mimi, and moved on to more important matters at hand. Roger's hair.

"All of my comebacks are awesome, and you wouldn't throw something at my head. You love me too much, even when you hate me." he said, smirking a little. But he made sure he was ready to duck, just in case.

"The day something's wrong with her, or the day she finally smartens up. I mean sheesh. How much of you can one person take? I mean, me, Collins, Maureen, Joanne, Angel, and Benny could only put up with so much of you, and we didn't even have to kiss you or anything." he teased.

Mark rolled his eyes at his friend. "Yes, I know you usually get what you want. I'm just always prepared in case the person does not fall for your, ahem, charm and we have to pay. Because, I, unlike you, feel guilty when I skip out on checks. Because I, unlike you, know how much it sucks working at one of those jobs and then you don't even get a tip and they don't pay so you don't get that much more money. It sucks, Roger Davis. Sucks."

"... The Life sounds good. Let's go." he stated, looking around for a jacket.

[ROGER DAVIS]

Roger, you're about as likely to become an angel as Collins is to becoming president of the United States.

"Rude! Collins so could be president! There could be a black president! But Collins wouldn't ever want to be president. With his whole anti-establishment deal going on, I doubt he'd be elected. I'd vote for him, though. I think he'd be a bitchin' president." However, when Mark spoke of Benny, Roger rolled his eyes. "Fuck Benny. Benny's a piece of shit and I hope he's having fun wiping his ass with hundred dollar bills or whatever it is rich people do. Hell, for all we know, he's jacking off into piles of money. 'Cause Henry heard from Sunny who heard from Abigail that Muffy's not fucking him anymore. Hope he's happy with all his money. It isn't gonna help his blue balls any."

"...Mark. My dear, best yet idiotic friend. Girls are warm and happy and they make me feel all fuzzy inside. Mimi is warm and soft and she makes me feel all fuzzy inside. Not to mention? She tastes sweeter than a cookie." Roger swallowed, a smile spreading on his face. "What's really awesome and insane at the same time is that I can always taste her. And she, my dear friend, tastes like cookies. Yummy, yummy cookies."

However, at Mark's comeback, Roger rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I may love you right now, but that could change in like, a second."

"How much of me can Mimi take? Mimi can take all of me, whenever she wants, and she does. Seemingly hundreds of times a day." Roger paused and then sighed out. "God, I seriously--dude, you don't understand! Sleeping with Mimi is probably like sleeping with an angel. Like fucking on a heavenly cloud. Mimi totally makes me glad I didn't actually go through with my whole celibacy thing. 'Cause for a while, I did swear of relationship and sex and everything...and god, I was totally missing out."

"Jesus, Cohen, don't get asshurt. And hey, didn't you like, last week, walk out without paying? You drank tea and didn't pay! You hypocritical bastard, you!" Roger stated, mock serious. "Mark Cohen. Well, I never!" Standing, Roger clapped Mark on the back as they moved to the door. "The day I have money, Mark, is the day I'll give back to all those people that I've walked out on. That day, sadly, is not today. So, until then, I bide my time and use my very charming smile to get my way. And if Mimi weren't around...I'd probably actually give Amanda sex in return for all the time she let us walk out. She's a pretty sexy little thing."