A Day at the Beach
Summary: One very hot day, the gang packs up and goes to the beach.
Disclaimer: Since I'm pretty sure Jonathan doesn't come on here, I can tell you that I don't own RENT. If you think that I do, I'm flattered.
Thank you, Jonathan Larson
Chapter 1: Hot Day
"Oh my God!" Mimi exclaimed, walking into Roger and Mark's loft.
"You can say that again," Roger laughed from where he sat on the cool metal table, reading a newspaper. The large windows around the apartment were all open, letting in the slight breeze that flowed through New York City.
"Can it get any hotter here?" she threw herself onto the couch.
"Yep," her boyfriend told her, "and it will. Wednesday, high of 101 degrees, low of 98."
"Crap," she cried, "we're all going to roast alive!" He chucked at this. "You think this is funny?" she asked, pretending to be irritated.
"What?" he said, egging her one, "You're a little warm?"
Mimi sighed, and climbed off the couch. "We need to do something," she told Roger.
"Like what?" he asked, lowering his newspaper.
"The beach!" she shouted, surprising herself with the idea.
"What?"
"Let's go to the beach tomorrow. The whole gang. You wanna?"
He thought for a moment. "I guess," he agreed. His girlfriend grinned.
"Great! I'll make all of the arrangements." She left the loft joyfully, as Roger rolled his eyes.
OK, sorry it' so short. It'll get better, don't worry.