A/N: Hey everybody! –waves nervously- Well, this is my first ever RENT fic, and I really hope you guys enjoy it! HUGE thanks to Tegan, the most fabulous beta ever! And now, on with the story…

It had all started as a regular evening in the East Village – all of the Bohemians (minus Mimi, who was working) had gotten drunk, danced on top of tables and been forcibly ejected from the Life Café.

Now, they were all lounging around Mark and Roger's loft, taking it in turns to sip the questionable beer Roger had produced. Roger was cradling his guitar to his chest, Angel and Collins were whispering quietly to each other, and Maureen and Joanne were making out on the couch, while an extremely awkward Mark was sitting on the armrest trying very hard not to look at them.

Around midnight, Mimi, clad in her customary sparkly blue pants, dragged the door open and slammed it shut with the heel of her stiletto – an entrance worthy of Maureen herself.

"Ugh!" she groaned as she slid into Roger's lap, kicking off her shoes. "Work was exhausting. There were two bachelor parties, and Scarlett is upstate so I had to cover for her too. I'm dead beat."

Roger snorted and pushed her off his lap, replacing her with his beloved guitar. "Quit complaining. All you have to do is dance around in your underwear shouting 'Oww-ooot' over and over."

Mimi glared at him. "Dancing all night isn't all it's cracked up to be, it's hard. Besides, you stay in the house all day doing nothing! You haven't moved since I left this morning!"

Roger looked affronted. "I have too. I went to the bathroom at one-thirty!"

"Okay, I really didn't need to hear about that –" Mark began, but the others shushed him, eager to watch the drama unfolding before them. Mark scowled and went back to fiddling with his camera.

Mimi put her hands on her hips, and the bohos 'ooh'-ed, recognising her 'don't-mess-with-me' look. "Roger, you couldn't dance for five minutes without collapsing, let alone an entire evening."

"Being you is dead easy, babe," Roger grinned mischievously, a sudden idea popping up in his head. He straightened out of his usual slouch and tossed his long hair back, then strutted over to Mimi, wiggling his hips, earning a few titters from his friends. He stopped an inch away from Mimi and batted his eyelashes at her.

"Would you light my candle, baby?" he rasped, striking a very suggestive pose.

"I would…" Mimi said thoughtfully. She quickly grabbed Roger's guitar and her voice dropped down a few octaves. "But I have commitment issues. April! Oh, April!" She hugged the guitar close to her.

"Hey! I never said that!"

Excited with this newfound game, Maureen leapt up, eyes gleaming.

Joanne looked at her warily. "Maureen, don't you start –"

"Maureen, don't you start." Maureen mimicked. Joanne glowered at her.

"Oh, Honeybear, don't do this, don't do that! Don't make a scene! Work blah blah blah, money blah blah blah, commitment blah blah blah –"

"Pookie!" Mark squealed in a scarily accurate impression of his ex-girlfriend. "I was completely not flirting with that woman in rubber! I just gave her my number to be polite! You're my one and only Pookie, even though Mark is so much hotter than you. Anyway, how about I make it up to you?" He wiggled his eyebrows in what was probably meant to be a suggestive manner.

Angel clapped her hands excitedly as she jumped up. "Close on Maureen," Angel said in a nasal imitation of the albino filmmaker standing across from her. "As she goes about being her drama queen self. But I still follow her around, even though she acts really stupid and she left me for a woman. Because…Maureen is my true love! Well, aside from Mr. Camera here." She held the 'camera' up to her face, making purring noises. Mark scowled at her, so Angel blew him a kiss to make sure she was forgiven. She was. After all, nobody could ever stay mad at Angel.

Maureen pouted at Joanne, who still wasn't taking part.

"Fine, fine." Joanne grumbled as she propped her legs up on the desk. She pretended to light a joint and then sat back, pulling an imaginary beanie over her eyes. She winked at Collins and Maureen burst out laughing.

Collins grinned, squared his shoulders and grabbed Angel's wig off her head. He was determined to do his part justice.

"Hey honey!" he called to Joanne as he swaggered across the room in a very accurate, if a little over the top, impersonation of his lover. "I'm just so tired after all the drumming I've been doing. But I still have enough energy to –" Collins bent down and whispered in Joanne's ear. Joanne's face turned a sickly green colour as she listened.

"Collins isn't good enough for you, Angel baby," Angel 'Mark' crossed the room, still clutching the pretend camera. "But I'm just what you need." Angel and Collins then began a very intense make out session, causing Mark, Maureen and Joanne to back away.

"Ew." Maureen wrinkled her nose, still speaking in her 'Joanne' voice. "Why are 'Mark' and 'Angel' kissing?"

"I dunno, Pookie." Mark put a hand on her shoulder. "But I think it's time I took you home."

"Excuse me," Joanne said menacingly. "If 'Joanne' is going home with anybody, it will be 'Collins'."

There was a sound like a plunger being pulled from a blocked drain as Angel and Collins turned to stare at Joanne. All of the bohos glanced around warily for a moment, until the hilarity of the situation took over and they all started laughing.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Mimi and Roger were still fighting.

"What do you mean I have commitment issues? I don't have commitment issues!"

"Please, Roger, you make Maureen look like a devoted girlfriend."

"Oh yeah? Well…you…you slept with Benny!"

"Wow, great comeback, Roger," Mark said sarcastically.

Before Roger could retort, Maureen jumped up, grinning crazily. "I just had the best idea!" she exclaimed proudly.

"What is it?" Joanne asked cautiously. Maureen's last 'idea' had resulted in Collins getting arrested and Mark being mauled by a lemur.

"Well, we all had so much fun pretending to be each other just now, so why don't we all try and be that person for a day – wear their clothes, go to their job, sleep in their bed…it would be so much fun! Plus," she added, turning to Roger and Mimi, "It'd give you two a chance to understand each other better."

Mimi and Roger glanced at each other thoughtfully. On the one hand, it could stop them fighting, on the other hand, none of Maureen's ideas had ever resulted in a good outcome.

"That sounds cool," Collins finally spoke up, and Angel nodded her agreement.

"It's a good idea, chica," she smiled.

"Hold up." Mark held up one pale hand. "Are you suggesting I be Maureen for a day?"

At that, everyone burst out laughing. "That's it!" Collins wheezed between chuckles. "We definitely need to do this."

The others nodded fervently. Mimi laid her head against Roger's chest, all thoughts of the previous fight forgotten.

Tomorrow, she decided, was going to be a very interesting day.

A/N: Well, there you go! Was it good? Bad? Heinously boring? Please let me know! I adore reviews!

-Ellie :D