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[bohemian_mark]

A rockstar appears through where the door would be, falling backwards, covered in mud, a ball flying into the Inn after him. "I caught it, Cohen! You totally owe me.."

Through the door after him, comes Mark, also covered in mud, and facepalming. "Damnit, Roger, that was not supposed to happen."

Please bug. They probably need a towel.

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[offinjamieland]

There's a writer over at one of the tables cracking up.

It just might be at the muddy boys.

[bohemian_mark]

There just might be a bit of mud tossed at the writer. It certainly wouldn't be from a filmmaker. Not at all.

[offinjamieland]

"Oi, Rubie, fuck, these are my good pants!"

Oops?

[bohemian_mark]

"Oh my god, you didn't." Roger cracks up, falling over in a smll pile of mud. "I don't even know who the fuck you are, but I think I love you."

Mark glares at Jaime. "I think I hate you now."

[offinjamieland]

Jamie grins at Mark. "That's what you said at your Bar Mitzvah, yet you still talk to me even now."

He waves at Roger. "Jamie Wellerstein. Please, don't offer to shake hands."

[rockstardavis]

"The writer? Hell, Quinn won't shut up about your books." Roger snorts. "Roger Davis, rockstar, and this dork's roommate for too damn long."

"Hey, you like it."

"You'd fall apart if I moved out, and you damn well know it."

"Shut up."

[offinjamieland]

Jamie's grin widens. "I have a fan over in that madhouse of yours, Cohen? Why didn't you tell me? I would've stopped by before!"

Oh yeah. He's shameless.

[bohemian_mark]

Mark snorts. "I didn't realize. Quinn's always ranting...."

"No she's not, Mark. Open your eyes. Quinn rarely fangirls -anyone-."

"Oh, yeah."

[offinjamieland]

That gets a very surprised and honestly happy smile from Jamie. "I've got a fan in a picky reader? I think I've died and gone to heaven."

[bohemian_mark]

Mark laughs. "Quinn is my casting director, PR manager and general gopher. She's always reading something when her nose isn't stuck in her laptop."

Roger cracks up. "That isn't much. She's always working."

[offinjamieland]

"A girl after my own heart." He leans back in his chair. "So... what's up with the mud? You guys gettin' your mojo going or something?"

[rockstardavis]

"It's Mark's fault. He wanted to have a football game in the Lot."

"I didn't do it! It was Quinn's idea."

[offinjamieland]

"Ah, so Quinn wanted to see the two of you wrestle in the mud."

He's so innocent.

[bohemian_mark]

"NO." It's said together, almost in the same key.

[offinjamieland]

"Aw, look at that," Jamie smirks, "you're already starting to sound the same. Mark, you might want to let Sara know. She might be willing to arrange a compromise on child support."

Oh, he's evil.

[bohemian_mark]

"What the fuck?" Mark throws some mud at Jamie.

Roger does the same. "God, no. You're as bad as the damned fangirls."