(A/N: this plot bunny was nibbling on my brain the other day in comp. and I had to write it! Just a bit of fluff...I'm not a fluffy person normally...I like fluff sometimes.)

D.C. I rent

Card Game Confessional

The tension was thick in the air as each of them studied the faces of the others, searching for some kind of sign of the hand they held. Roger was sure he had them all with a pair of kings and a pair of queens. Mark's gaze shifted from his hand to the stone cold faces around the table. He had a full house, three jacks, two tens. Collins, Joanne and Maureen had folded ages ago and Mimi was debating doing the same. Angel merely smiled smugly and layed her cards facedown on the table, folding her hands in her lap.

"Fold." Mark sighed, seeing Angel's smirk.

"Me too." Mimi said.

"Roger?" Angel asked.

"I'm all in." Roger said in a cocky tone.

"Alright, show 'em." Angel said. Roger laid down his hand and Angel squealed in delight before revealing her winning hand. "Royal flush! Read 'em and weep, boy." Roger rolled his eyes. "Pick your poison; truth or dare?" Owing to the fact that all of them were dirt broke and couldn't afford to play poker with money, and it was too cold in the loft to play with clothing, the loser of each round had to pick truth or dare.

"Truth." Roger grumbled.

"Tell us your most embarassing secret."

"My most embarassing secret? Come on..." Roger groaned.

"You chose truth."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Let me think for a minute." his forehead wrinkled in thought. "Okay, fine. Mark, you'll get an ego boost from this." Mark sat up straighter and leaned in.

"I'm listening." he said with a grin.

"Okay...only one other person in the room knows this--" everyone's gaze immediately shifted to Mimi, expecting to hear an embarassing sexcapade.. "And it's not who you think." he added, seeing them look at his girlfriend.

"Just tell us already!" Mark demanded.

"Fine...Maureen and I dated in highschool..."

"What's embarassing about that?" Angel asked.

"No, no...he has a point." Mark and Joanne commented in unison. Maureen glared and crossed her arms across her chest with a huffy sigh.

"That's not the embarassing part." she pouted. "Go on Roger."

"She dumped me a week before prom." Roger continued, his head bent.

"So?" Collins said. Roger shifted further down in his seat and put his head on the table.

"For the hmmmpff ckuee..." the rest of his sentence was muffled by his arms.

"For who!" Mark gasped.

"Angela Carr." Maureen stated proudly. "The homecoming queen!"

"Oh ho ho!" Collins chuckled. Mimi bit back a laugh and turned her amused grin into a sympathetic smile, patting her boyfriend on the arm. Mark, Joanne and Angel promptly burst into laughter.

"Wait! Wait wait wait wait wait---" Mark said, holding his hands out for them to stop laughing while attempting to catch his breath. "So, what you're telling me is that I did not turn Maureen lesbian?" He asked, holding his ribs. "Mr. Rock n Roll himself, pretty boy frontman, tough guy Roger Davis did!" The table went silent for a moment and Roger sulked, sinking lower in his chair, almost under the table, before everyone, including Mimi this time, burst into laughter again.

"Meems, you're supposed to feel bad for me."

"Why? If she'd never dumped you, you never would have met me."

"Yeah, and I wouldn't be around either." Joanne chimed in.

"Yeah," Collins said thoughtfully. "Weird how things work out that way, huh?"

"Who's dealing?" Roger asked, changing the subject.

"I will!" Maureen volunteered enthusiastically, reaching for the deck.

"Marky, settle down boy, you're gonna bust a rib laughing that hard." Collins said.

"Oh man...yeah...sorry...can I get a kleenex, I think I'm crying..."