A/N: I come with another story for all you beautiful readers. Please read and give me your two cents on it.
Disclaimer: I don't own RENT or the characters.
He twisted and turned in front of the mirror while smiling at himself. "Not bad. I look pretty hot."
"Oh my god. This is just wrong," Mark laughed.
Roger spun on his heel and nearly fell flat on his face, having forgotten that his usual flat heels had not so secretly been replaced by a fantastically uncomfortable pair of red stiletto pumps borrowed from Angel. "What the hell are you doing here? I told you I'd meet you at the Life." He cursed himself for forgetting to lock the front door.
"And have you make up some lame ass excuse about why you welched on a bet? No way! The fishnets are a nice touch."
Roger turned to face his reflection again. He tugged at the high cut panties that were digging into his crotch in a manner that was only a little bit arousing. "We're supposed to be celebrating my new gig and instead I look like a cheap French hooker."
"You don't look French."
"I swear if it weren't Halloween--"
"Stop bitching and let's go. Everyone's waiting for us."
Roger let out a defeated sigh and said "Do not bring that camera of yours, ok? I don't want to relive this."
"I won't. I'll spare you that. Don't worry."
Mark smiled secretly. Roger didn't know that all their friends were at the Life Café, with cameras in hand, waiting to capture the moment.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Tell me what you think about it.
