The group was hanging out in the loft. Mark was fiddling with his camera. Roger and Mimi were cuddling. Collins was playing cards with Angel and Joanne for some reason. Maureen was drunk for some reason, and she was limping around the apartment saying random stuff to people.
"HEY BABY!" She exclaimed, hanging on Joanne.
"Full house, I-honey you should lay down, you're a little….uhmmm,"
"Plastered?" Suggested Angel in a joking way.
"To put it blaintly, yes. That and I'm playing cards," Joanne said.
"WHYYY BABIEEEE!" Maureen screamed in a scary loud voice.
Roger looked over, "You know, she's gonna have a bad hangover tomorrow morning."
"Then she'll complain to me," Joanne complained.
Mark finished what he was doing and got up.
"Hey, is anyone else here thirsty? I'm going out for some drinks." Mark announced.
"Nah, I'm good" said Roger.
Mimi looked up, "No thanks Mark."
"I WaNT A DrINk!" Maureen yelled slurred.
Joanne shook her head, "She's had enough to drink for one night."
"I'm okay, honey." Angel said.
Collins waved his hand as if to shoo Mark out the door.
"Oookay then." Mark said, and he took out his keys. On the way to the door, he fumbled them and they fell into a crack in the floorboards.
"Oh, shit." Mark said.
"Something wrong?" Collins inquired.
"Ahh, I dropped my keys and they seem to have fallen into a floorboard."
"Aww, shit, Mark!" Roger complained and got up to help him check.
"They really fell in there deep…." Mark said.
"Greeaaaaat……"Roger said.
"Wait a minute, are we stuck in here now?" Mimi asked.
Everyone stared at one another for a few moments. Then, Roger and Mark scrambled to the door to try to open it somehow. Of course, it wouldn't budge.
"Oh, SHIT!" Roger exclaimed, extremely pissed now.
"So, does this mean we all have to stay here tonight?" Angel wondered.
"Heyy, maybe…"Collins thought aloud.
"Sleepover!" Angel exclaimed.
"OMIGOSH, SLEEPOVER EVERYONE!" Maureen exclaimed in an extremely high-pitched voice.
"Hey, guys, let's not get excited just yet…" Mark said, trying to settle everyone.
"Yeah, thanks to genius here we can't get out." Roger whined, nodding to Mark.
Mark seemed irked, "Hey, it could have happened to you, too okay?"
"Whatever"
"What's got your panties in a bunch, Roger?" Angel inquired perkily.
"I don't wear panties, unlike you!" Roger retorted back to Angel.
Angel opened his mouth in a preppy, insulted shocked look. "That's so not true! Today I wore a thong!"
Everyone except Collins' mouth twisted in disgust.
"That's my girl!" Collins exclaimed.
Collins and Angel high fived each other.
"Okay, guys seriously, we're locked in here! We need to somehow get those keys back…" Mark said.
"We need to pull up the floorboards, I guess." Joanne suggested.
"Can we get out of the apartment at all?" Mimi asked
"Uhhh….."Mark started, dumbfounded.
"The balcony?" Angel suggested.
"OH YEAH, KILL YOURSELF EVEN EARLIER BY JUMPING OFF THE BALCONY!" Roger exploded.
"Geez….."Angel replied in shock, "Wait what do you mean, 'earlier'?"
"Oh, nothing." Roger quickly replied.
Will Mark ever get his keys back? Will Maureen ever be sober again? Will Roger calm down? Will Angel jump off the balcony? Well, find out next chapter…