There is a room.

Where this room is, we don't know.

Whose it is, we also don't know.

But it's got a big, comfortable bed, and all the various accoutrements needed to, well, make the night a very, very good one, for everyone involved.

Nobody should be surprised that Mimi's the one who knows where to find it.

If one was to look for Mimi Marquez, at this particular moment, one would have a fairly easy time finding her.

One would only have to look in Roger Davis' lap.

Her hands might be a little harder to locate at first, but then given the noises Roger's making, anybody who knows them fairly well should be able to guess.

Mimi and Lily are sitting in the bar, chatting amicably.

A piece of cake, with candle, is on the table in front of them.

Mimi practically floats into the apartment from the bar, humming cheerfully.

"Mark? You here?"

She has News.

This afternoon, Mimi has a doctor's appointment.

Specifically, an OB/GYN appointment.

She has left a note to that effect on the fridge for Roger and Mark.

Mimi's late coming home from work.

-Very- late, in fact.

The sun is almost rising, and she really should have called by now.

The bathroom door is locked, Mimi is showering, and Roger's leather jacket has gone missing.

These three truths are not unrelated.

It's just another night at the Cat Scratch, all loud music and tight leather over curvy bodies, the dancers slinking and gyrating, most of them drowning slowly in resigned shame and despair over the turns their lives have taken ( Read more... )

Roger isn't home right now, but Mimi and the puppy are.

The puppy is curled up inside Mimi's hat.

Mimi is making 'aww' faces.

Dinner had a extra ingredient tonight.

Roger is slumped, snoring and drooling, over the table.

Mimi, lacking the strength to lift him and carry him to their room, leaves, returning shortly thereafter with Mark in tow.

She's giggling softly.