Disclaimer- I don't own any of these charators, I just play with them. Nor do I own their pastimes.
Note- This is my first RENT fic, and basically my first fic ever except for a bit of saterical sillyness from over a year ago, so I know I'm rusty. Reviews and constructive comments are great, but no flames please!
Usually when Maureen entered a room all of the occupants had no choice but to look at her. She was just one of those people. But the sight of her staggering into the loft, weighted down by enough shopping bags to completely obscure her face and a bewildered looking Joanne plodding along behind her carrying three more shopping bags was unusual even for her.
"Wheew!" she exclaimed, dropping the bags on the floor and dramatically wiping, her forehead. "What a pandemonium!"
Rodger smirked at her hideously pretentious exaggeration, until Mark smacked him on the arm. Then Rodger chose instead to smirk at Mark's schoolboy crush on his lesbian ex.
"What are in all the bags?" Angel asked, sitting up in Collin's lap, trying to steal a peak inside.
"Yeah, what is this about anyway?" demanded Joanne. "If you're going to drag me half way across town and up five flights of stairs at least I want an explanation."
"And Now I will reveal my plan! MUHAHAHAHA!"
The gang just stared blankly at Maureen's attempts to act a like a cartoon villain. After several minutes Maureen contained herself, or came as close as she ever got, but instead of saying anything instead decided to build tension, (at least she thought it would build tension) by walking into the Kitchen and checking the refrigerator. Everyone else just went back to whatever they had been doing before Maureen walked in. When Maureen saw that her ploy for attention was failing miserably, she finally got to the point.
"Okay, we haven't done something together in a long time so I thought we should go out and do something fun and exciting!"
"Like what?" Mark asked genuinely curious.
"Remember what we used to do every Friday night when we were dating Pookie?"
Mark turned fire engine shade of red and Joanne looked as if she was choking on a live goldfish, but really she was only choking on the question, "what would Maureen do with someone she was dating that she expected the whole group to do TOGETHER!?"
Rodger seeing this as a possible opportunity for black mailing Mark in the future was suddenly on board. "What did you and Pookie use to do together Markie-pie?"
Mark muttered something under his breath. "What's That Pookie? I couldn't quite hear you," insisted Roger.
"We used to go to the Rocky Horror Picture Show midnight showing every week," Mark suddenly seemed to find the few remaining carpet hairs fascinating.
"What's so bad about that?" asked Mimi.
"Nothing!" Maureen exclaimed, "It's fun."
"I don't know about that…" protested Mark
"IT IS FUN!" Maureen yelled
"Okay," Mark squeaked.
The group conferred and all decided that this would be a fun evening. Roger couldn't help wondering what all the fuss was about as he got his jacket to leave.
"Not so fast, nail polish boy." Roger noticed Maureen's spiky boot blocking his way. "You forgot you costume…"
Roger suddenly looked ill.
"What's the matter honey?" asked Angel, "you'll get used to the heels soon enough."
