The gang awoke in the loft to the cold morning air of the city. It was quiet…too quiet.

That was probably because Maureen was being much, much quieter than she had the previous night, Now, she was laying in the bathtub with a pillow, muttering things in a light sleep, with a hangover.

"Serves her right." Joanne commented with a roll of her eyes.

Once everyone was up, the group began attempting to remove the lock from the door. They figured that even though they'd have to pay for a new one, it was the only way to get out of the apartment other than jumping out the window.

So, Roger started punching it.

"Ow….oww…..owwww…….OWWWW………."

"Roger, what the crap?" Joanne inquired.

"Eh, I dunno." he shrugged, "I just wish I was an ex-personal trainer."

"…"

After that unsuccessful attempt, Angel took a trashcan that was randomly sitting around the loft and hit the lock with it repeatedly.

"…Not this time." Roger said.

Finally, Mimi appeared outside the balcony.

"Any luck?" she asked the rest of the group.

"…No." Mark said.

"Oh….umm have you guys thought about sacrificing breaking down the door?"

"Mimi….it's like, a friggin' steel vault door!" Roger exclaimed.

"Oh sorry baby, I forgot." Mimi said.

"Yeah, why do all these apartments have those kind of doors?" Mark wondered.

"I dunno, maybe to feel important." Collins suggested.

Finally, everyone stopped talking about the door and decided to get back on track.

"Okay, well I have no clue where they would make steel apartment door keys in tent city, but we need to find out where to get one made, quick." Roger stated.

"Okay….let's search the internet for it!" Angel said suddenly.

"Um… hello we don't have a computer!" Mark pointed out.

"Um, yah we do, toots! Kapow!" Angel exclaimed as she pulled out a laptop seemingly from nowhere.

"Where the hell did you get a laptop?!" Roger asked in awe.

"With the rest of the money I got from killing Benny's wife's dog!"

"Umm, okay, no I mean why didn't you tell us sooner?!"

Angel shrugged, "I didn't think it mattered."

Mark rolled his eyes. Collins and Joanne came over and the five of them watched as Angel went on the internet.

Mimi was still outside freezing her ass off.

"Um, hellooo!" Mimi complained.

Roger quickly threw his leather jacket down to her, along with a random plastic chair. The chair hit her on the head.

"OW YOU SON OF A-"

"What's that Meems?" Roger called down to her, entranced by the wonders of the internet.

"Nothin' love ya babe!" She called back, suddenly cheerful wearing his jacket and sitting down.

Suddenly, everyone noticed that Angel wasn't searching for a key smith online at all. She was on….

"Myspace?!" Collins exclaimed.

"Angel why are you on myspace?" Mark wondered.

"Cause it's just so damn addictive." Angel stated.

Angel opened her page to check it.

"You have 525, 600 new comments." Roger read.

"Damn, girl, you're popular." Collins said.

"Most of em are from the lovely folks at life support." Angel explained, "Paul's teaching some of them using Myspace as a technique to cure depression."

"….riiiiiiight." Roger said sarcastically.

Angel scrolled down the page. Her details said the following:

STATUS: IN A RELATIONSHIP

ORIENTATION: GAY

HOMETOWN: TENT CITY, NY

ETHNCITY: LATINO/HISPANIC

OCCUPATION: STREET SIDE DRUMMER

Also, under body type it said, "fat", and under smoke/drink it said no/no.

"You're not fat! Damn girl, whaddaya talkin about?" Collins wondered.

"Y-yes I am! 'sniff sniff'," Angel started crying and feeling depressed.

Roger rolled his eyes, "And since when do they blaintantly have 'fat' on there?"

"I dunno." Collins said. "And you do too smoke and drink!"

"….I KNOW, WAHHH!" Angel ran off crying about her self esteem.

"She'll be fine," Collins shrugged, "hey let's check out Mark's myspace!"

"No, don't!" Mark quickly said.

Collins already clicked Mark's profile from Angel's ,though, which brought up Mark's page: it was pinker and more fruity than Angel's, and the background music was YMCA by the village people.

"Um, woww…." Roger stated.

Mark slapped his forehead. On his profile it said he was bi.

"Is…there something you need to tell us Mark?" Joanne interrogated.

Now, Mark ran from the room embarrassed,

Next they looked at Roger's profile. Roger didn't really give a crap about it, so pretty much everything on it was edited by Mimi and had after it 'this profile was pimped by Mimi'. Not to mention on his 'about me' it had about five paragraphs dedicated to how great Mimi is.

Joanne's profile was boring. It had no background and her only friend was Tom.

"Umm, Joanne why aren't we on your friends' list?" Collins asked. Now, he and Roger both had concerned looks on their faces as they gave Joanne the puppy dog eyes look.

After a minute or so, Joanne just said, "….I dunno, I actually have a social life and don't care about this stupid website. Can we please just look for a key now?"

Ingnoring Joanne, Collins and Roger ran away with both their self esteems severely damaged.

Joanne now sat at the compute alone.

"Ugh…" She complained.

"Any luck?!" Mimi suddenly called from outside.

"No! Everyone freakin' ditched me to go be depressed!"

Suddenly, Maureen came out of the bathroom, looking really aweful.

"Hey, baby.." She said with a throbbing pain in her cranium," Hey, why the hell are we in the guys' loft?"

"Gee, I dunno? Maybe cause Mark lost the keys and we're all locked in and you were too drunk to notice?!!" Joanne said, spazzing out.

"Oh, is that what happened?" Maureen asked while yawning, seeming not to care, "Oh well, I have my baby with me, at least!" She went over to Joanne and hugged her from behind.

"Come on, now!" Joanne said as she pushed Maureen off of her.

Maureen looked over into the corner and saw everyone else. "Hey, pooky, what are the guys doing?" she asked.

"Being ridiculously 'emo' about their myspaces."

"Hahahaa! Aww how cute!"

"This isn't funny! We need a new key made!" Joanne exclaimed, "now help me search for a key."

"Okay baby, but lemme just check my myspace first." Maureen said, grabbing the laptop.

Joanne proceeded to slap her forehead.