Disclaimer: I do not own RENT and its characters or any other pop culture references that may be included in this story.

Author's Notes: Just a short drabble that I wrote in Science when I was ignoring Patti. Inspired by the movie game, where one person says a movie, and the next person says someone in the movie, and then the first person has to say another movie that that person was in etc…

Movie Game

"The Breakfast Club."

"Molly Ringwald."

"Pretty in Pink."

"Annie Potts."

"Ghostbusters."

"Challenge."

Mark sat up abruptly from his place lying on the floor. "Did you just challenge me?" He asked incredulously, looking over at Roger who was still staring at the ceiling like Mark had been.

"Yeah I challenged you." Roger sighed, knowing exactly where this was going.

"How can you challenge that?"

Roger sat up and glanced over. "Dude, there is no way that the hot chick that ran the record store in Pretty in Pink was in Ghostbusters."

Mark smirked a little. "She played Janine, the secretary."

"Fuck!" Roger slammed his hand onto the floor in anger. "I hate it when you pull shit out of your ass like that." He flopped back down to the floor and the ceiling came into view again.

Mark checked a small paper he had been writing on. "That gives me twenty points, and you have seventeen." He sent Roger the tiniest of evil grins. "One more point and I win."

"It is so not going to happen man." Roger shook his head a little. "I get to start this one."

"Whatever you say." Mark went back to lying down.

There was a brief period of silence where Roger was thinking before he spoke. "Slapstick (Of Another Kind)"

"Pat Morita."

"The Karate Kid."

"Elizabeth Shue."

"Who the hell is Elizabeth Shue."

Mark sat up again, grinning. "Are you conceding?"

"No!" Roger denied quickly. "I have a right to make you tell me what Role she played in the movie…" He trailed off for a moment at the look on Mark's voice. "It's in the rules." He added childishly.

"Whatever." Mark rolled his eyes. "I feel sorry for you. She was the rich girl that that Daniel kid fell for."

"I challenge."

"Do you want to lose?"

"I'm not gonna lose." Roger glared. "There is no way in hell you can tell me another movie she's in."

Mark didn't even hesitate. "Adventures in Babysitting."

"What!"

"She's the babysitter."

Roger's head went to his hands in defeat.

Mark started to laugh. "You know what this means?"

"That you're going to be murdered in your sleep." Roger glared again, sulking.

"That you lost the bet." Mark corrected cheerily. "And we are going to go to that open mike night tonight."

"My first statement stands."

Mark started winding his camera excitedly in eager anticipation. "Mimi is going to love watching this when she gets back from her mom's." He muttered as the club's host announced Roger with a name that wasn't actually his.

Roger walked on stage, with a hat pulled very low over his eyes. He clearly didn't want his identity known. He sat on the stool, and adjusted his guitar and the microphone. Before he started he made sure to send a withering glare at Mark. A few chords where played, and then he started to sing, his quiet and somewhat scratchy voice filling the room.

"I write the songs that make the whole world sing…."

Well this was just meant to be funny, and is sort of just an opinion on what the two might do when they aren't in the mood for music and filming. It has to happen sometime right? Got a question? Ask it in a review please. More for Hold Up coming soon.