A/N: Okay this is my first REnt Fan Fic and I wanted to do something that I haven't seen up here yet so, here it goes.
MoJo
At the apartment, in late cool weathered October, Joanne was reading a novel that night around 11 o'clock that Maureen brought for her birthday the year before. She was wearing comfy gray sweats and her Harvard sweatshirt from her college days. Looking back and forth at her ticking watch, Joanne was getting frustrated cause her devilish diva hasn't come home yet. An hour later, that frustration transformed into worry as she began pacing back in forth in the livingroom where she was once reading. Even after calling Collins and Mark, there was no sign of the wavy brunette. It wasn't until around 2:30 in the morning when the diva tip toed quietly into the apartment as if she was Jerry trying to pull one over on Tom.
The diva walked into the livingroom where were no light, not even a sign of her pookie. She lets out a sigh, relieved that she won't be confronted until morning, until a lamp flicked on.
"Ahhhhh!" The diva shrieked and jumped from being startled.
Joanne sat over in the corner, sitting in the Lazy Boy recliner she just purchased. Her hand still on lamp, and now wearing a black pinstriped suit with a black collar shirt under. The calm but calm determined look upon her face was all that was needed to worry the diva, whose skin tight black no sleeve shirt and black leather pants with thigh high boots were revealed.
"Baby, you scarred the shit out of me." The diva protested.
Joanne, not saying a word, removes her hand from the lamp.
The diva looks around then back at her lover. "Um, Jo, why are you sitting in the dark?"
"Where were you tonight Maureen?" The lawyer interrogated.
Maureen grins. "I'm loving the suit pookie. Are were gonna do some role play?" She swayed her hips walking towards the interrogator
"Don't move. Now I want my questions answered without any sudden movements." Joanne commanded. No where were you?"
Maureen stopped in her tracks with her grin falling behind. "Um, I was with Mimi. We went to this new bar over by-"
"Watch what you say Ms. Johnson. I just want to let you know that I know things."
Maureen confused and quiet worried. "Um, wh- what did you hear ex- exactly?
Joanne breaks out a cigar and lights it, letting the moment of newly light cigar settle in before speaking. "You tell me what happened, and I'll tell you if you're no longer on my shit-list or not."
Maureen mouth dropping, but only a little. She back away slowly. "Baby, you're scaring me. I said I went out with Mimi to hang. We had some drinks and chatted all night."
Joanne nods her head, as if Maureen was still talking. "Funny, you don't look drunk, and besides, Mimi called about three hours ago wondering if you got home okay. So the question is now, where were you for over the past three hours?"
"Pookie, can we please discuss this in the morning. I'm really tired." Maureen hoped her girlfriend would give in as she stopped backing up.
Joanne began nodding her head again, thinking. "Okay, I'll tell what. I'll let you go for now, but think I'll forget this conversation." She risen from her leather Lazy Boy and began walking into her bedroom and stopped next to her lover.
"And let's just say, someone needs to sleep with one eye open tonight." Joanne walks into her bedroom, closes the door and locks it.
Maureen lets out another sigh. "Geez, that was a close one."