Mimi's sick

[Roger Davis]

Taking the muffin from her he walked over to the trash, tossing it in. He didn't want anybody else finishing it off and getting the cold Mimi had. Although, a simple cold wouldn't be as fatal to Mark or Joanne as it could be to Mimi. Joining the two at the couch again he anxiously ran a hand through his hair as he waited for a minute to be up. Looking over at Joanne as she read off the numbers he sighed, resting a hand on Mimi's back. Listening to Joanne he nodded, glad to have someone with a level head around to give them advice. "All we've got is tap water..and that's enough to make someone sick. I could run back out and grab some juice or something..", he offered, looking from Joanne and Mimi. They had to have at least a few bucks to spare on a bottle of juice. "What do you want me to do, babe?", he asked, looking down at Mimi again.

[Mark Cohen]

Running up the stairs of the building, Mark had a very angry dog to outrun. A stupid mop of black and white fur had decided Mark would make a suitable lunch and he was not going to be gnawed upon by a mutt. He didn't really want to be gnawed upon by anything, last time that happened- well, she left him to be a lesbian. Shivering at the thought, Mark's labored breathing brought him up to the apartment and he took a few deep breaths in front of the door, looking down the stairwell to make sure he was in the clear. Although he heard the dog's barking, he obviously had a harder time of getting upstairs than Mark did and he quickly keyed himself into the loft.

A party without him! Shutting the door behind him, Mark grinned, tossing his lumberjack coat and scarf off to the side as Jo, Rog, and Mims were already looking quite comfy. And food! It was Mark's lucky day. Zoning right in on the muffins, he walked briskly to them and grabbed up a blueberry one. "Hi everyone," he said quickly before taking a huge bite of the muffin, probably a little more than he could handle and chewed like a very obnoxious animal. He was starving. "What's goin' on?" he asked, his mouth still half-full, as he noticed Mimi using the thermometer he had sworn he would never use. Gifts from his mother, aside from the hot plate, were completely useless to him.

[Joanne Jefferson]

Looking over at Roger, Joanne shook her head and put her hands up. "You know, I could go get the juice. You should stay here with Mimi." She nodded thinking that they should be the ones to stay. She looked over at Mimi and gave her an unsure smile, "Unless you're afriad that he might get sick." Before either of them could answer the door opened and Mark entered the room. She waved at him then glanced over at Mimi and Roger again and shrugged slightly. "Mimi has a little temperature." She explained nodding and standing up putting her hands in her pockets.

[Roger Davis]

"I really don't mind going out to get some juice..", he tried to tell himself he was just being polite, that it wasn't because he couldn't stand to sit around watching Mimi like she was. He needed to be doing something..anything to keep his mind off of what a cold could mean for her. If he just had something to do- Looking over as Mark rushed through the door he stared at him amused. "Look what the dog dragged in..", he muttered, hearing the faint sound of barking. He had had a few run-ins with that mutt. "You know, that dog bit me once, I bit it right back. Hasn't bothered me since." Deciding to let Joanne explain he buried his hands into the pockets of his jeans, rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet. "Your beloved mother happen to send anything to help with a cold?", he asked, looking over at Mark.

[Mark Cohen]

Frowning a bit, Mark made a face. He wasn't dragged in - he was pushed very fast and had to run his ass up the stairs of it would be dog food. He wasn't going to mention that to Roger though. God only knew how long he would hear about it before it was dropped. Hell, they'd probably be like ninety years old before he stopped hearing about it, an the only reason he would stop - because one of them would die. Most likely Mark first- probably talked to death by his obsessive mother. "It probably has mange or something, I wouldn't bite that mutt. I'd rather run from it!" Mark said indignantly as he took another bite of the muffin. Blueberry gold.

He didn't like the sound of Mimi being sick. He wanted her to be healthy and alright for Roger's sake. After all, it was nice to have the old Roger back. For a long time he had missed the wisecracks and jokes, even if they were on his own behalf. Rolling his eyes, there was the old Roger. "Check the medicine cabinet my friend. I probably have an entire pharmacy in there."

[Mimi Marquez]

All Mimi wanted to do was hold Roger in her arms and have a fun night with her friends, but she knew it wasn't safe to let her boyfriend stay near her. Often, Mimi's emotions and impulses get the best of her.

"No Rog, please don't leave" she whined, and walked over to greet Mark. She pressed a kiss to his cheek, then turned in the other direction to cough again. I feel like my lungs are going to explode! She thought about how her mother had always yelled "You're lungs are going to swell from so much coughing!" attempting to threaten her into taking medicine. Still stubborn as always, Mimi chuckled at the thought and padded back over to the couch, sinking into it. Her dark eyes darted around at everyone, waiting for someone to make a move or say something. "I wish I wasn't sick. Being sick is boring!"

[Joanne Jefferson]

Eyeing Roger for a moment Joanne shook her head slightly looking down and fiddling with the sleeve of her shirt for a moment smiling to herself. "You are both to dramatic. The dog probably just wants to play. I've never had any problems with any dogs coming here."

She looked up at Mark for a moment before making her way to their bathroom looking in the medicine cabinet pulling out what looked like a brand new First Aid Kit. Walking back out to the couch sitting next to Mimi glancing over at Mark as she opened it. "You know, for once, you should be happy your mother is so... over protective." She looked in the kit. Exactly what they needed, asprin, cough sirup, cough drops. Pulling out the Cough Sirup Joanne opened it and poured some out into the plastic cup and handed it to Mimi. "That should probably help some."

[Roger Davis]

He raised an eyebrow at Mark. He didn't even know what the hell mange was, but he assumed it was something like rabies. He watched as Joanne returned from the bathroom with a first aid kit. "We have a medicine cabinet?", he asked, not waiting for an answer as he walked into the bathroom again, placing the thermometer on the edge of the sink. Staring at the mirror in front of him he almost shuddered at the person staring back at him. Purple shadows lay beneath his eyes and his face looked paler than usual. He hadn't been getting much sleep lately. Pulling at the mirror he smirked when it swung open, revealing a shelf of bottles and boxes of various medicines. "Hey! Did you guys know there was shelf space behind this mirror?", he asked, although someone had to know because someone had been stocking these shelves. Probably Mark. "Most of this shit is probably expired..", he muttered under his breath, shuffling through the various cures with an amused look.

Joining the others out in the living area again, he grimaced as Joanne handed Mimi a small cup of the purple liquid, but forced a smile when looking over to Mimi. "Mmm..grape..I bet it tastes just like candy..", his tone betraying his words. Remembering the topic of the dog he shook his head. "Unless that dog thinks 'Hide-N-Go Seek' consists of ripping off our limbs, burying them somewhere and having us find them, that dog isn't interested in playing. Maureen probably taught the dog that version of the game. Might had even given the dog the mange.", he grinned, never passing up a chance to poke fun at Mark's ex-girlfriend.

[Mimi Marquez]

She listened to the rocker's ranting about the bathroom mirror and eyed the deep purple liquid Joanne was holding out to her. I'm surprised we have any of this stuff...

"Yeah grape. Sure. I'll tell you what else tastes like grape Mimi grumbled, shooting Roger a disgruntled look. Reluctantly accepting the small plastic cup from Joanne, the girl tossed it back like a shot and grimaced at the horrible taste. She shut her eyes tight and stuck out her tongue, storming over to the "kitchen" and pouring tap water into a paper cup. Who told these people that mint and "grape" flavor go good together?!After sloshing the water around in her mouth for a bit, she spit it out, then took a long drink."This crap is probably expired...you're all trying to kill me!" With her hands on her hips, Mimi rejoined the group, standing next to the couch and frantically looking from Mark, to Roger, to Joanne and back.

OOC: bold is talking. italics is thinking. just thought I'd clear that up just in case =)

[Joanne Jefferson]

Laughing slightly as Roger seemed to discover a whole new world in the bathroom she shook her head. "Exactly how long have you been living here?" Joanne asked as he walked out and joined the rest of them. She smiled and shook her head listening to him go on ranting about the dog. "Yes, I'm sure thats it exactly. Maureen has a vendetta to fulfill and she's using the dog in her evil plan. That makes perfect since." She laughed.

Joanne pulled a face as Mimi drank the medicine knowing full well that, that stuff would taste horrible. She watched as Mimi went to the sink and rinced her mouth out. Looking down at the date on the bottle she shook her head. "No, it's not expired. It only tastes really bad." She shrugged, "But it will help. And we have cough drops here too. They probably taste a lot better so... take some of these if you start coughing again."

[Mark Cohen]

Furrowing his brows, Mark sighed. Roger always liked to poke a little fun at him and Maureen, probably because they had been entirely mismatched, but Mark didn't mind that. He was ready and willing to admit he had made a mistake, at least now anyway. Obviously, Maureen was not the same woman he had known before. And he didn't really mind admitting that. Shrugging his shoulders, Mark shooved his hands in his pockets. "At least I knew about our medicine cabinet!" he retorted angrily, taking another bite of his muffin.

Watching Joanne and Mimi, Mark was sure Roger shouldn't leave. Mimi would want him around. "I can go get the juice if you want me to," Mark offered happy to do it. He'd just have to borrow Joanne's huge lawyer purse or whatever it was to fight off the dog. It wouldn't mess with him again if he whacked it with that. "I can pick up some of those pina colada cough drops too. They rock, and are only like 89 cents."

[Roger Davis]

"Mimi, there are quicker ways to kill you than with old cough syrup." He realized that probably didn't sound as reassuring as he had meant it to be, but he shrugged it off. Roger was never really good with words. Unless he was writing music. "Mimi, babe, you should probably sit down. You need rest." Eyeing Mark he rolled his eyes. "You only know about the medicine cabinet because it's where you're hiding all your mom's crap. I bet you still wear the whitey tighties she sent you.", he teased. "And I really don't mind going out to get the juice..", he said, his tone serious again. "Besides, the dog's more likely to attack a pale, scrawny filmmaker than me."

[Joanne Jefferson]

Letting out a sigh Joanne shook her head, "I still say I should go." She said leaning back on the couch looking at Mark and Roger, "Or two of us can go. But we can't all go because Mimi needs rest and someone should stay here with her."

"I mean she probably doesn't want to be alone right now, right Mimi?" She glanced at her then looked back at the boys. "And enough about this dog. Really now if it's really giving you problems call the pound or something." She stood up and looked around a matter of factly. "So who do you want to stay?" She looked at Mimi directing the question to her knowing full well that they would all just contenue arguing about it if it was up to one of them.

[Mimi Marquez]

"Thanks babe, it's great to know you've thought of quick ways to kill me" The sarcasm oozed from Mimi's every word as she tapped her foot and gave Roger a hurt but pointed look. Breaking her facade, she grinned and blew him a kiss.

"I want all of you to stay here and play with me. Forget the juice, don't waste your money" Mimi listened to her boyfriend's suggestion and went to sit atop the metal table. Goosebumps sprinkled across her body as the cool surface came into contact with her skin. Swinging her legs off the edge, she watched them all, a somewhat safe distance from Roger. Instead of worrying about her, the Latina would rather have her friends be normal and not treat her like an invalid. "We should do something fun tonight" she proposed, chewing on her bottom lip.

[Roger Davis]

Roger sighed, shrugging at Joanne. He didn't think it was possible for someone to be more stubborn than Roger, but Mimi was definitely giving him a run for his money. "Just forget the juice then, we'll get some another time..", he muttered. He was surprised Mimi didn't send him out for the juice though, she seemed determined to keep him away from her germs. Watching as Mimi sat down on the table he grabbed a worn blanket off the back of the couch, laying it out on the table and setting Mimi on it. "And unless your idea of fun is staying rested, then no, no fun. We aren't going anywhere, you can have plenty of fun once you're better." He refused to watch Mimi get as sick as she did that Christmas Eve. He was going to make sure she got better, although the building desire to flee was something hard to ignore.