"ROGER DAVIS!!!" Mimi shouted, rapping her hand on Roger's bedroom door. She bent over to pull up her fishnets, which were starting to droop. She wore jean cut-off shorts over the tights, and a short white tank top. She made a fist and banged on the door some more.

"Hold your horses, Mimi, I'm getting changed!"

"It's not like I haven't seen you naked before," Mimi giggled. She leaned against the door and groaned. "I bet you we'll be the first couple in history to be late for their One-Year Anniversary Party."

"Don't be such a drama queen," Roger said, as he opened the door, clad in a pair of Khaki pants that he hadn't known he owned until just now, and his green sweater. Mimi, who hadn't been expecting the door to open just then, fell forward against him.

Roger laughed. "Besides," he said, kissing her on the cheek, "That's Maureen's job."

"Well, what can I say? I'm a woman of many talents."

"Mimi, I KNOW your talents," Roger smirked obnoxiously, ducking to avoid a light tap on his face.

"Shall I escort you to your chariot, Milady?" he asked, taking her arm in his.

"What chariot?" Mimi snickered, "You sold it, remember?"

"Shhh," he joked, putting a finger against her lips.

***

"Surprise!" Maureen sang out, as Roger and Mimi entered The Life Café. Mark stood beside her, filming the long-awaited arrival.

"Mo, it's not a surprise, you TOLD us you were throwing us a party," Roger laughed.

"Well, it makes the occasion more exciting," she pouted, returning to Joanne's side. "Doesn't it, Pookie?"

"Yup," Joanne smiled, shaking her head.

"Here, I'll take the coats," Collins offered.

"Thanks, Collins," Mimi chirped, sliding off her coat.

"No problem. And hey, lookie here what I got," he said, pulling an object from under his own coat. He waggled a bottle of wine in front of Roger's face.

"The older, the better," he said, taking a sip. "Right, Mark?"

"Sure," Mark said, rolling his eyes. Mark had only been drunk a few times in his life.

"C'mon Mark, liven up a little," Roger said, grinning. "It won't kill you to have a drink."

"I will- when I'm ready. Where's the waiter?" he asked, swiveling his head around as Roger and Mimi sat down.

"What's that? Oh, great." The waiter stopped when he saw who was at the table. "YOU guys."

"You know you love us, Seb," Maureen said, winking at him.

"Whatever. All I'm saying is you better be able to pay this time," he replied. He took everyone's order, and then left.

"Pan on Roger, Mimi, Maureen, Joanne, and Collins," Mark began, as he whizzed the camera down the table, "That is while they're still sober, I mean."

"Yeah, enjoy it, it won't be for much longer," Maureen said, smiling innocently at the camera.

About twenty minutes later, the waiter came back with the food

"Gracias, Sebastian," Mimi called after him.

"De nada," he replied, winking. He always was softer around Mimi. Roger had noticed that too, and gave him a menacing glare as he strutted back down to the other tables.

"A toast?" Collins offered, revealing the bottle of wine from his coat. Mark turned on the camera, not wanting to miss out.

"To Roger Davis, and Mimi Marquez, on their One-Year Anniversary. May they always be there for each other, and have many more memorable moments, such as this."

"And booze!" piped up Maureen, which was followed by a chastising slap from Joanne.

"Golf claps," said Mark, from behind the camera.

"So, cheers," Collins spoke up again, lifting his glass.

"Cheers!" the glasses clinked together, and were set back down once again.

"So, Pookie," Maureen said, slowly, "When are we going to have OUR anniversary?"

"In your dreams," Joanne replied, smugly.

Maureen stuck her tongue out.

"So Meems, what'd you get for Roger?" Mark joked, turning the camera towards Mimi.

"Oh, um." Mimi blushed. "I didn't get the chance to get you anything yet, Roger; I don't pick up my check at the club until Friday."

"It's fine," Roger insisted, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "Besides, I have a better idea," he said, winking.

Mimi laughed. "What'd you get ME?" she teased.

"Umm," Roger turned towards the camera for help.

"Then you get none tonight!" she declared, teasingly.

"Aw, MIMI!" He reached out to tickle her. Caught off guard, Mimi shrieked, and kicked out, her foot knocking into Maureen's knee, sharply.

"Ow! Settle down you guys," Maureen hissed, making sure the waiter wasn't looking.

"STOP!" Mimi cried, trying to dodge him as Roger continued to tickle her. She inched backward, trying to escape, and ended up landing hard on her butt, on the floor.

"No more," she moaned, laying on the floor.

Laughing, Roger tossed a French fry at her. It whizzed past her cheek and embedded itself into her curly hair.

"Roger," she complained, her hands reaching to retrieve the fry from her hair. Her shirt rode up when she lifted her hands, and Roger flicked another crumb at her stomach. It landed in her belly button.

She lifted her head, and frowned. "Don't be mean," she pouted.

"Kay, truce," he said, still grinning. He reached out a hand to help her up, but then poked her in the armpit when she lifted her arm towards him. Mimi collapsed onto the ground again, giggling helplessly.

"God, you two are like a couple of ten year-olds," Joanne declared, shaking her head.

"Don't be jealous, Pookie, you'll get your turn," Maureen said, cuddling against her. Collins took another swig from the bottle.

"We are NOT acting like little kids. We're very mature for our ages," Roger smirked. He wrapped his arm around Mimi's waist, pulling her towards him, and kissing her as he lifted her up. Mimi brushed crumbs off her shirt and snuggled against Roger.

"Gimme some of that," she said to Collins, motioning for the bottle. He eagerly handed it over to her, and she took a long sip, passing it around the table.

"Aw, come on Mark, don't be a spoil sport," Roger complained, as Mark attempted to hand the bottle back to Collins without taking a sip.

"I am NOT a spoil sport," Mark snapped, stubbornly. "I'm not thirsty."

"Not thirsty?" Maureen laughed. "Hon, since when is thirst an excuse for wine? C'mon, Pookie!"

"Well, alright," he sighed, giving in. "But just a little bit . . .'

***

"GOOD MORING, GOOD MORNING, GOOD MORNING! IT'S TIME TO RISE AND SHINE!" Mimi screeched, as she jumped up and down on the couch. It was One in the morning, and everyone was sprawled around in Roger and Mark's living room. Roger was trying to sober up by taking a nap on the couch, which was impossible with Mimi singing her ridiculous songs. Maureen, Joanne, and Collins were on the other side of the room, giggling madly. Even Mark, who'd seemingly rather lose his virginity again (which he was also hesitant about) than get drunk that night.

"Mimi, it's not even the morning, it's dark," he groaned. His head killed.

"Doesn't matter- it's One IN THE MORNING!" she shouted, as she continued the rest of the song,

"GOOD MORNING, GOOD MORNING, GOOD MORNING- I HOPE YOU'RE FEELING FINE! IT'S TIME TO GET UP, GET OUTTA BED IT'S TIME TO GET UP, YOU SLEEPYHEADS, ALL YOUR DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE- DOO DEE DOO DOO DEE DOO DOO DEE DOOOOOOOO!"

Mimi finished up the song on a painfully high note, and flopped down besides Roger, smothering her laughter against the couch cushion.

"Close on Mark," Mark giggled, as he clumsily switched on the camera. "Stoned and loving it."

"It sounds like the name of a movie," sighed Maureen. "Drunk and Loving It- Pookie, you could direct!"

"Okay," giggled Joanne.

Collins belched, sending Mimi and Roger into hysterics again.

"Oy vay," Mark moaned, laughing helplessly as he collapsed beside Joanne.

"Well," Roger said, sobering up a bit. "I know you guys aren't going to driving home, but I don't think you should be walking either."

"Walking?" Maureen exclaimed, "We're going to FLY!"

"So," Roger continued, "You three could camp out in here tonight. Mark, Mimi, Roger and I will sleep in our rooms."

"Sounds good to me," Collins groaned, "My head's killing me. I'd probably end up collapsing on the sidewalk and get mugged."

Roger stumbled over to the closet, and pulled down some blankets and quilts, tossing them carelessly at Maureen and Joanne.

"Thanks, Pookie," sang Maureen.

"I'm over here," Joanne said.

"Night, Guys. Mark, for God sakes, stop laughing, it wasn't THAT funny. Come on Mimi, let's go to bed."

Mimi obeyed, and followed him into the bedroom.

"Ugh," she groaned, as she collapsed on the bed. "I feel like I've been hit by a freight."

"Me too."

Mimi pulled on a pair of white flannel pajamas, dotted with tiny red hearts. It'd been a Valentine's present from Roger. He realized now how corny it was. But still, he admired how cute she looked in them.

He slid into bed next to her. His head pounded. He put his arm around Mimi, and closed his eyes.

***

Roger woke up to the sound of the shower being turned on. He sat up in bed, and then groaned. His head felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds. He dry- swallowed a couple of Tylenol, and went into the Living Room. Maureen and Joanne were up, and seemed to be calmer than they were last night. Collins was popping some toast into the toaster. Roger failed to remind him it didn't work.

"Morning, Roger."

"Morning, Mark," he greeted. Mark's hair was disheveled, and his glasses crooked, but all in all, he looked a lot better than he did last night.

Mark smiled, shakily. "How about last night?" he chuckled.

"Twas a night to remember." Roger glanced at the clock. "I've got a practice with the Hungarians in 2 hours. I'm gonna go change."

"Nooo problem," Mark replied, switching on the camera, facing it towards himself. "Part two: the hangover," he said to the camera.

Roger walked by the passed the bathroom- and then stopped. What was that noise? Someone singing? He held his ear to the door. Mimi was singing in the shower. "Black velvet, and that little boy's smile, black velvet and that slow southern style. A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees . . ."

Roger raised his eyebrows. Not because his girlfriend was hung over and singing in the shower- but because she sounded GOOD.

Well, Roger thought, you learn something new every day, and thought nothing more of it. He went into his room to change.

Mimi came in soon after, her robe clutched closed with one hand. "What's wrong?" she said, eyeing the amused look on his face.

"Oh, nothing," Roger replied. Mimi gave him a weird look, and searched in the closet for something to wear.

"Black velvet, if you please," Roger sang, mockingly.

Mimi looked up. "Huh?"

"You were singing in the shower."

"I was?" She let out a surprised laugh. "Sorry about that. I must have made the walls peel."

"No, it was good," Roger insisted.

Mimi shrugged, and pulled on a mini skirt and tights, and then pulled a black spaghetti-strap top over her head.

"So, how'd you like last night?" she asked, snuggling against him.

"I haven't had that much fun in while," Roger chuckled, kissing her. "You know, you're sexy when you're drunk."

"Don't I know it," Mimi smirked. "C'mon, I'm hungry, let's get something to eat."

The two entered the living room side by side.

"Roger, there's a call for you," Joanne said suddenly, and handed Roger her cell phone.

"Why'd they call on your phone?" he asked, puzzled.

"You haven't been paying your bills, so your phone's out. I guess they got my number to reach you." She shrugged.

"Hello?" Roger said, putting the phone against his ear.

"Oh, hey, Chad." Chad was a member of The Well Hungarians. He played the bass.

"Yeah, me and Mimi celebrated last night," he said, a smile coming across his face. His expression suddenly turned into a frown. "Candace? What's wrong with her? SHIT." His brow furrowed. "We've got a gig coming up on SATURDAY, Chad. What are we gonna do? Yeah, I guess we'll have to. I'll get back to you. Bye." He pushed the off button, and handed the phone back to Joanne.

"What's wrong, Baby?" Mimi asked, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Roger sighed. "You know Candace, who was going to sing the leads for our gig on Saturday?"

Mimi nodded.

"Well, she's got Strep. Or so Chad says. I bet she's just hanging low somewhere with her boyfriend," he said, disgusted.

"That's too bad," Mark said, coming over to them. "Are you going to have to cancel the gig?"

"I don't know," Roger sighed. "Unless we find someone else to sing, we're gonna have to."

"I'm sorry, Baby," Mimi said, squeezing him tighter. "Something'll come up."

"Yeah, I guess- wait, Mimi! Maybe YOU can sing!"

Mimi stared at him blankly for a moment, to see if he was joking. When she realized he was serious, she started shaking her head violently. "No, no, no! I can't get up in front of a bunch of people and sing! I'd get stage fright. Besides," she said, throwing up her hands, "I CAN'T sing."

"First of all, Meems, you perform in front of people ALL THE TIME at the club, and furthermore- you CAN sing. I heard you in the shower."

"When was this?" Maureen asked, confused.

Roger ignored her. "Mimi, if you sound that awesome when you're drunk, imagine how it would be if you were sober."

Mimi laughed. "I guess I'd HAVE to be drunk, 'cause that's the only way you're gonna get me up there."

"That can be arranged," Maureen piped up. "Or, of course, you could have ME sing."

"Honeybear, shhh," Joanne whispered.

"Please, Mimi? You're our only hope. Chad's girlfriend, Karmine already wrote a song for the band. We just got the music down to it, and now all we need is someone to sing. It's not like one of my sappy songs either. You'll like it." He got down on his knees and bent down to wrap his arms around Mimi's legs. Even on his knees, he was taller than her.

"Do it for me?" he looked up at her, his eyes pleading.

Mimi sighed. "Well, I guess I can TRY. I mean, I've never sang before, and I wouldn't want to be the cause of your band sounding terrible."

"You won't," he promised, gathering her into his arms for a hug. "So, you'll do it?"

Mimi sighed. "Yes," she said, and then smiled weakly.

Roger kissed her gently on the lips. "You're a lifesaver, Meems. I'm gonna go call Chad and tell him the news!" He was about to grab the phone from the cradle, and then remembered it wasn't working. He turned to Joanne, who was already fetching her phone from her bag. He turned it on and sauntered happily into the other room.

Mimi sat down at the table.

"Oh, Mimi, this is going to be so awesome!" Maureen gushed. "I mean, I would do it if Roger asked, but as we all already know- he won't." She turned towards Mimi.

"Aw, honey, don't be nervous. We'll be there every step of the way. And it'll all be over soon, anyway. You know that, right?"

"Right," Mimi sighed. "I guess all we can do is hope, right?" she said, trying to cheer herself up.

"Atta girl," Collins said, already in a good mood.

"Zoom in on Mimi- SUPERSTAR," Mark said, focusing the camera on Mimi's worried face.

"Not now, Mark," Maureen scoffed, pushing the camera away.

"Sorry," he said giggling, still a bit hung over. "I couldn't resist."

They could hear Roger in the other room on the phone with Chad.

"Yeah! I didn't even know she could sing until this morning! Long story. This is gonna be great, you'll see Chad, see can sing! Alright, see you there."

Roger returned. "Practice is in about an hour at CBGB's. We'd better get something to eat, okay?"

"Okay," Mimi squeaked.

Roger kneeled down beside her. "It's going to be fine, Mimi," he promised. "You'll see."

After a few bites each of Collins's toast, they retrieved their coats from the closet, and headed down to CBGB's.

Mark picked the camera back up. "Did any of you hear her sing?" he asked the others.

They all shook their heads, no.

"I hope he wasn't drunk when he heard her," Mark said, sighing. "Otherwise Chad and the others really WILL be surprised."

"Have a little faith, Marky," Maureen said, shoving him playfully. "It'll be fine."

"I hope so," Mark agreed. "For Roger's sake, I hope so."