Fanfic: Maureen // 091 birthday
Title: Maureen's Birthday
Characters: Maureen, Mark, Benny, Roger
Prompt: 091 birthday
Word Count (if fiction): 919
Rating: PG13
Summary: It's Maureen's 24th birthday. Let the celebration ensue.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
“Benny!” Maureen entered the main room of the loft. “Do you know what today is?”
“Could it quite possibly be National Annoy Benny Day again?” he replied sarcastically.
“No, silly,” she pounced on the couch, nearly landing on his lap. “It’s my BIRTHDAY!” He rolled his eyes in response. “Well, what do you say?”
“Happy birthday to you,” he sang. Maureen grinned. “Happy birthday to you. You live in a zoo. You look like a monkey and you smell like one too.”
“Benny!” she smacked his arm. “You’re so mean.”
“I’m sorry, Mo-Mo,” he tried to hug her. She didn’t let him, especially after his lovely song and use of the only nickname she despised. Reeny she could handle. Mo was okay. But Mo-Mo? Blech.
“So, whatcha get me?” she grinned, falling into his lap.
“A muzzle.”
“But we don’t have a dog,” Maureen replied, not getting it. Her eyes widened. “Oh my god! Mark told me he was getting me a surprise! Are we getting a puppy?”
“I’d kill him,” Benny replied dryly.
“Kill who?” Mark entered the loft right on cue.
“Marky!” Maureen hopped off the couch and ran to Mark.
“Happy birthday, sweetie,” he said as she wrapped him in a hug. He kissed her softly and handed her the bouquet in his hands.
“Pookie!” she inhaled the roses and smiled. “Well, where is it?”
“Where is what?”
“The puppy!”
“What puppy?” Mark’s face crinkled in confusion.
“Benny told me we were getting a puppy,” Maureen pouted, giving Benny a death glare.
“No I didn’t,” he called from the couch.
“Then why did you get me a muzzle?”
Mark laughed. “Benny was just kidding.” Rolling his eyes at Benny, he led Maureen back to their room.
“Marky,” Maureen stretched herself across their bed.
“You sound like you’re expecting something,” he teased, sitting down next to her.
“Well, you know what today is…”
“You’ve only been announcing it for the past two weeks,” Roger shoved his head in the door, a box in his hands.
They looked up, realizing they hadn’t shut the door.
“Yes?” Mark asked, staring at Roger through his black rimmed glasses.
“Just wanted to give my friend her birthday present,” he tossed the box at Maureen.
Maureen squealed and hurriedly tore off the paper. Opening the box, she pulled out what was inside and held it up. It was a t-shirt that said ‘I love The Well Hungarians’. She looked up at Roger. “Um, thanks.”
“You know my band kicks ass,” Roger grinned. “There’s something else.”
Looking in the box, she pulled out a pack of condoms. “But Roger, I don’t have a…”
“Those are for Mark,” Roger winked. “I figured he needed to lose his virginity sometime or another.”
“Roger,” a blush crept on his cheeks.
“Hope they aren’t too big,” he grinned wider, ducking to avoid the pillow flying towards his head.
“Well, it’s a good thing,” Maureen shot back, “because we ran out just yesterday.”
Roger grimaced. “Too much information,” he said before walking away, shuddering at the thought.
“Pookie…” she smiled when Roger left, seductively crawling into Mark’s lap. She kissed him hard, their tongues meeting.
“Maureen,” he murmured as she began kissing down his neck. “I got you a present.”
“Yay what is it?” she sat up straight fast as lightening.
Mark laughed. That was his Maureen. He reached over towards his dresser and opened his underwear drawer. He pulled out a small box and handed it to Maureen. She carefully peeled away the red paper and pulled out a tape. “What’s this baby?”
“Here,” he took it from her and walked over to the projector. Sliding the tape into the appropriate slot, he flipped a switch and the whirring noise echoed throughout the room. On the far wall, a screen came up with the words “Happy 24th birthday Maureen!” It faded to the title: Memoirs of Maureen. Her face came on the screen followed by laughter and stupid jokes.
Mark walked away from the projector and sat down next to Maureen. She scooted closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. He laced his arm around her back and held her close.
Meanwhile on the projector, Roger was trying to braid Maureen’s hair. It flashed to Roger taking to camera away from Mark and running around the loft. Maureen’s laughter was heard in the background as she grabbed Mark in an attempt to save Roger. She pulled him into a deep kiss which Roger had caught on film (making snide comments all the while). More shots of Maureen singing and prancing around the loft being a drama queen, Roger being a drama queen, Roger being an asshole, Benny telling Mark to go away, and finally a final shot of Mark and Maureen. The screen faded to black.
“Marky,” Maureen stroked his cheek, kissing him. “That was the sweetest birthday present I’ve ever gotten.” At first when she unwrapped the tape, she was disappointed that was what she got. But when she saw the tape… Mark’s thought and talent wrapped up in a little movie just for her. “Thank you, Pookie.”
“You’re welcome,” he blushed. “Did you like it?”
“I loved it,” she replied, staring deep into his deep blue eyes. “You’re such an amazing filmmaker, baby. You’re going far.”
He blushed again. “Thanks,” he muttered.
Gazing over Mark’s shoulder, she looked at Roger’s gift. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
Mark noticed the playfulness in her eyes. He looked behind him and laughed. “Why not.”
Fin
Characters: Maureen, Mark, Benny, Roger
Prompt: 091 birthday
Word Count (if fiction): 919
Rating: PG13
Summary: It's Maureen's 24th birthday. Let the celebration ensue.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
“Benny!” Maureen entered the main room of the loft. “Do you know what today is?”
“Could it quite possibly be National Annoy Benny Day again?” he replied sarcastically.
“No, silly,” she pounced on the couch, nearly landing on his lap. “It’s my BIRTHDAY!” He rolled his eyes in response. “Well, what do you say?”
“Happy birthday to you,” he sang. Maureen grinned. “Happy birthday to you. You live in a zoo. You look like a monkey and you smell like one too.”
“Benny!” she smacked his arm. “You’re so mean.”
“I’m sorry, Mo-Mo,” he tried to hug her. She didn’t let him, especially after his lovely song and use of the only nickname she despised. Reeny she could handle. Mo was okay. But Mo-Mo? Blech.
“So, whatcha get me?” she grinned, falling into his lap.
“A muzzle.”
“But we don’t have a dog,” Maureen replied, not getting it. Her eyes widened. “Oh my god! Mark told me he was getting me a surprise! Are we getting a puppy?”
“I’d kill him,” Benny replied dryly.
“Kill who?” Mark entered the loft right on cue.
“Marky!” Maureen hopped off the couch and ran to Mark.
“Happy birthday, sweetie,” he said as she wrapped him in a hug. He kissed her softly and handed her the bouquet in his hands.
“Pookie!” she inhaled the roses and smiled. “Well, where is it?”
“Where is what?”
“The puppy!”
“What puppy?” Mark’s face crinkled in confusion.
“Benny told me we were getting a puppy,” Maureen pouted, giving Benny a death glare.
“No I didn’t,” he called from the couch.
“Then why did you get me a muzzle?”
Mark laughed. “Benny was just kidding.” Rolling his eyes at Benny, he led Maureen back to their room.
“Marky,” Maureen stretched herself across their bed.
“You sound like you’re expecting something,” he teased, sitting down next to her.
“Well, you know what today is…”
“You’ve only been announcing it for the past two weeks,” Roger shoved his head in the door, a box in his hands.
They looked up, realizing they hadn’t shut the door.
“Yes?” Mark asked, staring at Roger through his black rimmed glasses.
“Just wanted to give my friend her birthday present,” he tossed the box at Maureen.
Maureen squealed and hurriedly tore off the paper. Opening the box, she pulled out what was inside and held it up. It was a t-shirt that said ‘I love The Well Hungarians’. She looked up at Roger. “Um, thanks.”
“You know my band kicks ass,” Roger grinned. “There’s something else.”
Looking in the box, she pulled out a pack of condoms. “But Roger, I don’t have a…”
“Those are for Mark,” Roger winked. “I figured he needed to lose his virginity sometime or another.”
“Roger,” a blush crept on his cheeks.
“Hope they aren’t too big,” he grinned wider, ducking to avoid the pillow flying towards his head.
“Well, it’s a good thing,” Maureen shot back, “because we ran out just yesterday.”
Roger grimaced. “Too much information,” he said before walking away, shuddering at the thought.
“Pookie…” she smiled when Roger left, seductively crawling into Mark’s lap. She kissed him hard, their tongues meeting.
“Maureen,” he murmured as she began kissing down his neck. “I got you a present.”
“Yay what is it?” she sat up straight fast as lightening.
Mark laughed. That was his Maureen. He reached over towards his dresser and opened his underwear drawer. He pulled out a small box and handed it to Maureen. She carefully peeled away the red paper and pulled out a tape. “What’s this baby?”
“Here,” he took it from her and walked over to the projector. Sliding the tape into the appropriate slot, he flipped a switch and the whirring noise echoed throughout the room. On the far wall, a screen came up with the words “Happy 24th birthday Maureen!” It faded to the title: Memoirs of Maureen. Her face came on the screen followed by laughter and stupid jokes.
Mark walked away from the projector and sat down next to Maureen. She scooted closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. He laced his arm around her back and held her close.
Meanwhile on the projector, Roger was trying to braid Maureen’s hair. It flashed to Roger taking to camera away from Mark and running around the loft. Maureen’s laughter was heard in the background as she grabbed Mark in an attempt to save Roger. She pulled him into a deep kiss which Roger had caught on film (making snide comments all the while). More shots of Maureen singing and prancing around the loft being a drama queen, Roger being a drama queen, Roger being an asshole, Benny telling Mark to go away, and finally a final shot of Mark and Maureen. The screen faded to black.
“Marky,” Maureen stroked his cheek, kissing him. “That was the sweetest birthday present I’ve ever gotten.” At first when she unwrapped the tape, she was disappointed that was what she got. But when she saw the tape… Mark’s thought and talent wrapped up in a little movie just for her. “Thank you, Pookie.”
“You’re welcome,” he blushed. “Did you like it?”
“I loved it,” she replied, staring deep into his deep blue eyes. “You’re such an amazing filmmaker, baby. You’re going far.”
He blushed again. “Thanks,” he muttered.
Gazing over Mark’s shoulder, she looked at Roger’s gift. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
Mark noticed the playfulness in her eyes. He looked behind him and laughed. “Why not.”
Fin