Disclaimer: I don't own RENT, obviously, but this was created all because of "One Night in Bangkok" by Head Murry. Good song. It's fluffy-ness about Mark and Transvestites. Fun stuff. Might continue, depends on you lovely people. It's friendship, no smut. Angel/Mark friendship. Oh, and PreRENT too.

One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain't free
You'll find a god in every golden cloister
And if you're lucky then the god's a she
I can feel an angel sliding up to me

"Bangkok?" Mark read slowly, looking up at the sign.

"Yeah. Bangkok. You know, it's named after that place..."

"Bangkok! That... that is place is so sexually-oriented! They have... Jesus... men in womens' clothing and... and you never know the difference!"

"Until you undress them. Do you have a problem with Transvestites?" Maureen asked, tugging on his hand.

"N-No... I just... I grew up in a very enclosed family. You know? A Wonder Bread family... I don't know too many... Transvestites."

"Oh." Maureen muttered simply and pulled him inside the loud club. Lights flashed wildly and people were dancing provocatively. She could tell it made Mark uncomfortable, but she had told him how wild Club Bangkok was. He insisted on coming anyway. She figured he just wanted to keep her safe if she got drunk.

"Maureen..." Mark whispered, moving closer when a scantily dressed woman (Or so he guessed) rushed by, shouting happily, "ANGEL! Honey, I am so glad you made it!" And her/him/it hugged the other one, apparently named Angel.

Maureen rolled her eyes. "Forget them. Come on, I know this absolute sweetheart you need to meet, her name is Ginger and..."

"Is Ginger a boy or girl?" Mark yelped, being pulled along. He had to know how to address this... Ginger person.

"Boy." Was all Maureen said for him to make the connection that Ginger was one these Transvestite persons.

"Should I just call him... Ginger?"

"Yes, Mark. Calm down, will you? Look, there she is." Maureen said, pointing out her friend from afar, giving Mark time to take in the drag queen.

"It's in drag!" He yelped, covering his mouth, feeling eyes on him.

"It's a boy," She whispered back, jabbing him in the side.

"Are you serious? He... She... looks... pretty."

"That's mean, Mark." Maureen scalded.

"No, I'm not being sarcastic." He mumbled, looking at the floor. "Especially the one beside her... Ginger... who's that? I think I saw them hug at the entrance."

"Who? Oh that's... Angle... or Angel... something. I don't know, why?"

"She's pretty."

"It's a boy," Maureen said again, rolling her eyes. Why couldn't he get this straight?

"Are you serious? Maureen? It's a boy?" He asked, looking up at her with eyes like a child.

"Shut up," She groaned. "GINGER! GINGER, OVER HERE!"

Ginger looked up and waved excitedly, pulling her friend with her. "Mo! Hey! Oh my God, who's the cutie you brought with you?" Ginger asked, batting her eyelashes and waving at Mark.

Mark shifted uncomfortably and waved sheepishly back. "I'm... Mark. I'm her boyfriend. Hi."

"Mm, my-my Maureen. I like Mark. OH! This is my friend, Mark, her name's Angel."

Maureen gave a small wave to the drag queen and whispered a small compliment to Angel about her fishnets.

Angel hugged Maureen then gave a friendly smile and pinky-waved to Mark. Mark should have known to get use to that wave. That would soon become their wave.

Mark grinned and fidgeted, embarrassed. She... He... Angel was pretty.

"Baby? I have to catch up with Gin, wanna come or stay?" Maureen asked, poking him.

"Yeah, Angie-Baby, staying or going?" Ginger spoke up, turning to her friend.

Angel's eyes gleamed and she looked over to Mark. With a grin, she said softly, "I think I'll stay."

"Same." Mark muttered, giving a kiss to Maureen and watching her scurry off. He began to shift uncomfortably again, now alone with Angel. He blushed.

"You seem tense." Angel observed, moving closer. "First bar?"

"No... just... had a stressful day," He commented, not looking at the man in drag in front of him.

"First time being alone with a drag queen, huh?" Angel now asked touching his arm. She could tell just by the way he was dressed, he didn't go out often to places like this.

Mark flinched on contact, then adjusted his glasses. "N-No... I've never... met a drag queen before."

"Well..." Angel said, a perky smile graced her lips, "I'll be your first. You wanna go take a walk? I know something that'll calm you down. You know, take the edge off."

"And what would that be?" He asked, getting use to this. "And what about Maureen and... Ginger?" He looked over and saw the girls laughing away. He gave a shrug. Surely this Angel person wouldn't mug or rape him... right? Weren't Transvestites friendly people? "I'd... love to."

"Come on." Angel said, linking their arms and leading him out. "We'll take that edge on you right off."

"What are we going to do?"

"You'll see." Angel said, eyes still gleaming.