for Roger

[drama_maureen]

After Maureen left Mark's hut, she went for a long walk. She just needed to get away for a minute, try to get out of her own head. It didn't work. So finally she went back to her hut and threw some clothes in a bag. Then she walked to the compound and took a very long, hot shower

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[one__song]

God damn, Roger was tired. He was mainlining some Coke from the bar (not much, just enough to wake him back up) and trying to look alive enough that Dean didn't notice. He was actually taking bets with himself on how long it would be before Dean forced him onto a break long enough to nap. Maybe he'd even enlist Helen and doubleteam him. If only...

Maureen broke him out of his trance, and as soon as his eyes met her, he raised an eyebrow. "No slut makeup tonight? What's the matter? Is the tranny you were stealing all out of eyeshadow?" It was their usual repartee, and Roger was too distracted to look hard enough to know Maureen was in a bad way.

[drama_maureen]

Maureen actually flinched a little at the word 'slut,' but she just said dryly, "Exactly, Roger. Sorry to disappoint. Now, where's that drink? I'm celebrating." She didn't really sound like she was celebrating.

[one__song]

No, she really didn't sound like she was celebrating. It did, however, seem like she was holding a pity party and was hand-delivering Roger's invitation.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, brows knitted in defensive offense, but he was already reaching for the vodka.

[drama_maureen]

"Nothing's wrong," she lied. She'd prefer talking about it after she'd gotten that vodka.

But she did concede, "I've got a new roommate." Pause. "And Mark's got a new boyfriend."