A/N: I do not own Rent.

Well, I'm back, sort of. This just happened to pop into my head. I apologize for lack of updates, but I've been really busy and haven't had the chance to even think about writing. I do hope you enjoy this. "A Family Affair" is still being worked on, but I'm blocked right now. Too many months away from it. But I do promise to finish it eventually. Hope you enjoy.

This is exactly what the title implies; a dialogue.

A Dialogue Between Friends

"Are you happy?"

"That's kind of a complicated question, isn't it? I mean, is anyone really happy? What is real happiness? Is there a true definition of what makes happiness, happiness? Can't happy be part of a bigger emotion? Why do emotions have to be clear cut? Can't definitions be suspended and extended for other emotions that bring a sense of happiness to an individual? Emotions like pleasure, refreshment. Can't there be a subsection under happy? It's not as simple as just being happy."

"Are you high? I mean, really. Are you shooting up again? Because this time, I swear Roger…"

"No! What? I can't have deep thoughts?"

"Well…you don't usually."

"I have plenty of deep thoughts. I just don't express them because then you give me that look you're giving me now and you ask me if I'm doing drugs again…which I'm NOT!"

"Alright, alright. Ever since Mimi died you haven't said more than five words at once and all of a sudden you sound like one of Collins' textbooks. You're not reading those again are you? They always make you angry because you start thinking about metaphysics and death and all that other shit."

"Mark, remember what happened the last time you called Collins' beloved philosophy shit?"

"I was tickled within an inch of my life. But Collins isn't here right now, so bite me."

"One phone call and I can make him be here again."

"Roger, I swear…put the phone down…Roger stop that….Roger, NO!"

"Ow! You kicked me. You really just kicked me in the knee."

"Ouch! Why'd you punch me?"

"Because you kicked me in the knee! You deserved it!"

"Whatever. You're not really going to call Collins are you?"

"No, you might kick me in the balls next. Then I'd have to kill you and even as annoying as you can be sometimes I'd miss you if I killed you."

"Yeah, and you'd have to live with the guilt. Plus, I'd haunt your ass forever. I'd bang around the loft all day long and you'd never get any work done. And then, when you'd be just about to fall asleep I'd put my face real close to yours and when you open your eyes because you know someone's staring at you, you'd see my ghostly white face."

"Would that be any different than seeing your pale, albino-like face now?

"You're a bitch."

"Oh right. You just detailed exactly how you would ruin the rest of my life by haunting me and I'm the bitch."

"You said you'd kill me. That's the only reason I'd have to haunt you."

"I'd never be able to kill you Mark. I'd have someone else do it for me."

"You're definitely a bitch."

"I'm a dick."

"You are a dick."

"I know. At least I own up to it."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that you need to own up to being a bitch."

"I'm not a bitch. I'm sarcastic. I'm slightly vindictive, in most cases to Maureen. I'm a bastard. Not a bitch."

"I'll accept that. You know who is a bitch?"

"Who?"

"Maureen. A big one. I'm glad you're done with her."

"Yeah, me too. And she is a bitch, but it's part of her charm."

"Yeah, I guess so. If she wasn't a bitch, she wouldn't be Maureen."

"Nope. Guess not."

"Hey, Mark."

"Yeah, Roger."

"I am happy."