IT WAS RATHER LATE, or early, honestly, it depended on what you would classify 3 am as. but it was past closing time at the pub her and a friend went to, and her friend met a guy, which maureen was all for as they were getting shooed out the door by the bouncer. “careful with the merchandise.” the girl scolded as she flipped him off, rolling her eyes before giving her friend a kiss on the cheek before patting her on the ass, “go get some girl.” she joked before pivoting on her hell, albeit a little too fast, and all but realizing she didn’t have a grasp on her balance and before she fell she reached out to whoever was passing.

and of course, as fate would have it, the person she braced her fall on was mark. “oh shit, oh fuck, shit i’m-” flustered was an understatement as she realized literally sprawled out on top of him, and she laughed a little under her breath at the grip on his shoulder, it felt broader then she remembered, “wow, have you been working out or something?” it came out without much of a filter, not that she usually had one when she was sober, but certainly not when she was fucked up. which she was, and sighed as she sat up and cleared her throat as she looked around a bit weary before looking back at him, “can.....you take me home?”

" thank you for being gentle. " + [ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap @screenplayed​

She knew that them hooking up was probably not the smartest, seeing Mark again after their night together wasn’t going to be easy, but Maureen didn’t want to make things tense with him. Truth be told, she really did miss him, probably more than what was acceptable but that only meant she needed to be a little more delicate in the way she handled things. She was a messy girl, she took things and crumbled them in her hands, and she’d done that to Mark in the past more times than what she wanted to admit to. Finally, she heard him waking up as she stopped pacing around her kitchen, putting on a brave face as he padded out of the room to find her. All she could offer was a sheepish grin, tucking some of her raven tinted locks behind her ear, “Goodmorning sunshine.” She tried to joke as she surveyed the fact she had left a few little marks on his smooth skin, nibbling on her bottom lip as she walked up to him, fingers ghosting along the little bruise on the side of his neck. His next string of words had her giggling a bit to herself, “Thank you for being gentle” It was laced in that classic Mark Cohen sarcasm as she shrugged, a little shamelessly, as she looked up at him, “I cannot be held accountable, you know that.” 

@screenplayed​

@screenplayed​

F L A S H B A C K

He didn’t show up, it was one of her most powerful and personal performances and he wasn’t there. Never had a show meant so much to her, so much so that she broke down in the middle of the performance, which only garnered cheers from the crowd. It was so realistic! Maybe that was because the story she told was that of her own, from the yelling, the breaking of glass, the way she was stripped almost bare bones right there on the stage. The one person she needed after that show, the one person who she could always rely on and count on, wasn’t there. So where was he? 

Roger’s place.

Lately it had been this way, him cancelling plans, him forgetting things, all because he was taking care of poor little Roger. But when she needed him most, when she was hurting and needed to be taken care of, he wasn’t there. And frankly, it broke her heart in ways that the ex she had talked of tonight never had. The lonliness was filling her chest, she could feel she was losing him, but she didn’t want to let him go in fear of losing him forever. So after she finished up the show, where she met a very nice girl named Joanne which was at least something good that came out of her misery for the evening, she made her way to Roger’s place. It wasn’t hard getting in, Mark gave her a spare key, and she found her boyfriend curled up on the floor asleep. Sleeping while she had been calling him, asking where he was as she paced on the side of the stage waiting for the show to start before saying fuck it and going on. The show must go on right?

Standing over him for a moment, she felt the tears in her eyes as she remembered the night, how if he was there maybe he would understand her better....yet he was here fighting Roger’s demons and not her’s, and it hurt. With a small nudge of her foot, she hit him lightly as she whispered, “Mark, wake up.” Through a strained voice, a mixture of anger, lonliness, and sadness mixing in the depth of her chest as she shook her head, “Where the fuck were you? I called you so many times, and you’re just here...I needed you there tonight!”

@screenplayed​ 

amber can hear the indistinct mummer of conversation from down the hall. she knows that as soon as they see her there will be a myriad of welcome backs, we missed you and the like.

finau is the first to spot her with a booming there she is and a grin takes hold. evan greets her with a prolonged hug. bell, ever the professional, gives her a shorter but equally warm hug.

she drops her bag by her desk, removes her jacket, and is about to open the file that waits for her when the sound of chair wheels rolling closer across the floor breaks through the soft murmurs of her colleagues talking.

i thought you were dead or something.

somehow, evan had convinced her to join the team for drinks. she figured nurse the same beer for an hour or so before calling it a night would be the polite way to go about things. somehow, an hour had turned into almost three and the bar slowly became busier and louder as the night wore on. the one beer turned into two and she'd just carried the second round of drinks back to the table with the help of evan when mark leaned in so she could hear him over the noise. (and, most likely, so she could be the only one to hear him.)

you know they're just jealous because you're so pretty.

brows knit, and the look she slants his way tells him she thinks he's talking out of his ass.

"you really are so full of it." just another version of the you can't fake what we have bull he'd fed her couple weeks ago. a shake of her head is given, brown eyes flicker past evan's right shoulder to the two twenty-somethings at the bar who've kept whispering to each other and smiling every time mark looked their way.

[ dial ]  / "you have my undivided attention" ( mark & maureen )

@indaylghts​

to be honest, she hadn’t spoken to mark in...well over two, maybe three weeks. avoiding him had become almost a part of routine, which was hard considering they lived in the same building, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t miss him because....god did she miss mark. she missed that stupid little smile he got when he started going on and on about one of his favorite independant films, she missed the way he was practically blind without his glasses, and the missing him only seemingly got worse whenever she started drinking. tonight’s poision of choice was red wine, which honestly was one of the worst, because it made her impulsive and warm all over. wine night was a girl’s night, and her girl’s night included some other goodies in the form of powders as of late, so as her body buzzed and she juggled her phone in her hands before muttering, “you know what, fuck it.” under her breath and slipped out from her friends, pressing her phone to her ear as she typed in his number (which she obviously knew by heart now). 

hearing his voice pick up on the other end, she hesitated for a moment before he said in a joking tone ‘you have my undivided attention’. shaking her head, she let out a small breath, “i’m a fucking idiot, mark.” maureen finally huffed out, leaning back against the wall behind her, “but you know i love you, right? like, jesus fuck, i love you so much. even though i shouldn’t, i feel like i always will you know? and i’m not just saying that because i’m like...completely out of my mind, like...i really, really love you. and that’s why i need to stay as far as fuck away from you as possible. i just...i hope you’re doing okay. and that you’re remembering to eat full meals, because i know you don’t sometimes and-” pressing her palm to her forehead, she groaned, “this was stupid, bye.” she said quickly, ending the call before it was too late and she rambled into next year, even going a step further and shutting off her phone as she shook off the icky feeling in her chest, she figured that she should just go home. maureen knew her limits, for the most part, and so she began her walk into the night as she closed her eyes and let herself go numb.