|Learn Your ABC's
Author: fadeinonme PM
They laughed, fought, got drunk, sang, filmed, loved, lost, and on rare occassion cried. A collection of one shots featuring Mark and Roger, eventually one for every letter of the alphabet. Not really slash. Rated for cussing. E is for early.Rated: Fiction T - English - Mark C. & Roger D. - Chapters: 5 - Words: 6,142 - Reviews: 57 - Favs: 18 - Follows: 29 - Updated: 03-27-06 - Published: 01-22-06 - id: 2765016
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A/N: An excuse for me to write interactions between Mark and Roger, not really slash…one story for ever letter of the alphabet. They're not in any kind of order and could each be read separately if you wanted to, some will be depressing, others will be funny, just depends. No pairings really…enjoy!
Learn your ABC's
A is for Angel
Angel's sweet voice as she came into the loft broke Mark's concentration; he was fiddling with his camera and looked up at her entrance. Roger on the other hand was too engrossed in playing the fender on the couch to notice.
Mark smiled from the table, "Hey."
"Y'know some day you two should try doing something different…just to surprise people." Angel said, with a knowing smile.
"But then we wouldn't be us, y'know. We would be just like any other guys wasting away in a loft in New York City," Mark sat on the couch, and poked his room mate in the ribs, "Roger.. say hello."
"Hi…" Roger looked up distractedly, "Where's Collins?"
"He..uh, he had some things to take… care…of." Mark said, hitting Roger in the side.
"Ow! What was that for?"
Mark glared at Roger and lifted his eyebrows a few times as though it would magically explain the nudge, Collins' absence, and the meaning of life. The guitarist shrugged and went back to playing his guitar.
Angel smiled, "Funny he said the same thing."
"Uh, well yea…but he only told me so I'd know that he couldn't make it tonight. I uh, don't know…anything else. Just that he had something to do, but not what…or anything."
Roger looked up from his guitar, "Now what are we gonna to do? We were supposed to play poker with Collins…"
"Hey, now chico, Angel can be fun too!" The cross dresser said flashing a deck of cards before them. "Come on, let's play."
The rocker's mouth fell open as he recognized the deck, "Uno?"
"Yea, it's fun! Come on!" Angel said, opening the deck at the table and dealing out cards to two empty spaces.
Roger shook his head. "…Rockers do not play uno."
Mark walked over, picking up a group of cards, but the guitarist stayed behind.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Nope not at all, come on up honey." Angel tapped the empty space, with a drumstick that Mark felt in all seriousness appeared out of thin air.
"Zoom in on Roger who's trying once more to act like the tough ass rocker, but ends up looking like a baby instead."
Roger sent him a look, "Did you just pull that camera out of your ass?"
"Come on, Roger, smile, enjoy a fun game of uno!" Angel nodded, "It'll be good for you!"
The rocker stood, grumbling, "Fine."
"It'll be fun!" Angel said, passing the extra cards to Roger, "And to make it more interesting, there should be bets…"
"Not money, silly… more like, what we want the other two, as losers, to do." Angel had a sly grin on her face.
Oh shit… Mark bit his lip. This would not end well.
Roger folded his legs on the table, "Like what?"
"Like…if I win," That sly grin didn't move an inch, "You two have to dress in drag."
"Now hey, wait a second. What happens when I win?"
When…not if, Roger felt he kicked every card game's ass…thoroughly.
"Whatever you like! That's the beauty of it. Pick something fun!"
Roger had a grin on his face that almost matched Angel's, and Mark knew he was screwed.
"Okay if I win…I want Mark to dress in drag."
"Oh way to be original, Rodge!"
"Hey…" Roger folded his arms across his chest. "Shut up!"
"Loved the come back too! No, it was good…really."
"Yea well I'll kick your ass and then see how good you think it is!"
"You always say that you'll kick my ass but you never do."
"No I don't"
"Yes you do."
Angel laughed, "Come on now, kids…do I have to sit between you two?"
Roger and Mark looked up, "No."
"All right, so…" Mark folded his hands, "basically no matter what happens I'm getting in a dress."
"Or a skirt!" Roger laughed.
"No, honey, you could win."
"But I'm the worst card player in the world!"
"It's true!" Roger added, "He once lost Go Fish to his 7 year old cousin…"
"No I did-..but I…I was younger then!"
"Hush, or I will separate you two! Don't underestimate my strength, chicos!" Angel looked at them both.
They were silent.
"All right then, let's play some Uno!" Angel said.
A grueling hour later (because of course it had to be best two out of three) and they were huddled around their last game. If the stakes weren't high enough already (especially for a game of uno) they each, even Mark, had two wins under their belts…or skirt.
"Fuck…" Roger grabbed another card, increasing his hand to three.
"Ooo there we go."
"Ooo thank you, Roger, I needed that yellow."
"Someone's a little testy over a game of uno!"
Mark put his last card down.
Red on red…
"Holy shit, I won!"
Angel smiled, "See Mark, I knew you could do it."
"No way!" Roger threw his cards down in exasperation, "No way in fucking hell did I the card game master just lose at a game of Uno to Mark 'I suck at cards' Cohen!"
Mark laughed, "You better believe it! And you know what this means Roger…"
The phone rang, however, before Roger could be informed of what this meant and Mark jumped off the table to answer.
Roger let out a sigh of relief, "Saved."
"Angel that was Collins." Mark said, setting the phone down, "He's waiting for you downstairs."
"Mmkay, chicos, this has been fun! Thanks for playing with me while we gave Collins some time to do his, well, thing." Angel gathered her cards together, waved, and skipped out.
"Okay, Mark if you honestly think that I'm going to get in a…"
The filmmaker wasn't listening though as he rushed to the window to watch Collins and Angel link arms. He rested his head on the glass, "What I'd give to film them tonight…"
"What! Uh…Mark?" Roger joined him at the window, "When the fuck did you get into making pornos?"
"No! Roger… you…I… not the sex!" He sighed, adjusting his glasses with one hand, "I'm talking about the romantic night that Collins was busy setting up for her y'know we were supposed to keep her busy until he was ready. He planned it all out with us the other day, but you forgot."
"Oh yeah…so that was what that whole eyebrow thing was about."
"Yea," Mark gave him a look. "that was what that whole eyebrow thing was about."
Roger watched Collins and Angel disappear down the street, "Why do you want to film it so bad though?"
"Because it's so real! I mean, its real romance, not cheesy fake movie stuff. Not some shit someone wrote up…but…real love. I mean you just look in their eyes when they're looking at each other and you know… that they love each other. God I'd give anything to film that…" He plopped down on the couch, and sighed again.
The rocker lingered by the window for a moment longer before joining him on the couch, "Don't you mean you'd give anything to have that?"
"Isn't that what you really want? Wouldn't you rather live it… than just watch it, capture it on another film reel?"
"Yea, I…I guess."
Roger leaned back on the couch, and sighed, "You worry me sometimes."
Mark gave a defeated shrug, and bit his lip. He retreated to his camera, and Roger closed his eyes.
Minutes passed with Roger trying to remember when Mimi got off at the club tonight and Mark fiddling half heartedly with his camera. When it dawned on him…
Roger opened green eyes reluctantly, "Hey what?"
"I won Uno!" Mark hopped off the table, "So doesn't that mean you have to dress in drag?"
"Uh…no. We never established that."
"Yes we did. There were stakes and bets…"
"And…" Roger said standing, "You never made yours."
"Well, I thought it was just assumed…"
"Uh…nope… definitely not."
Slowly he was moving across the loft. A few more steps and he could be out the door and on his way to anywhere but a dress.
"Come on, Roger, that's not fair!"
Roger shrugged his strong shoulders, "I'm a fuckin rocker, man, tell it to someone who gives a shit!"
And with that he slipped out of the loft, Mark's voice yelling after him. Roger had an excellent talent at blocking out words he didn't want to hear.
Roger was halfway down the street before he slowed his pace to a steady walk.
He'd take Mimi out like she once asked him to, and maybe by the time they got back…Mark would forget all about their night playing uno…
And even if he didn't, there was no way he would get Roger into a dress…
Or a skirt…
Or anything girly.