Disclaimer: Although I'd really like to, I don't own RENT.
"Roger, did you take my scarf? I can't find him anywhere!" Mark had dug through his closet and searched around the coat rack.
"Sorry, Mark, I haven't seen your scarf," said Roger. "And why did you call it him? Don't you mean it?"
"Uh, yeah. I haven't seen it today. Do you remember if I wore it home from the life Last night?" They had all gotten together to celebrate Mimi's new job at Hooters. It was several steps above the Catscratch, and the tips were almost as good. Maureen had been hired as well, but only lasted a day before she was fired for acting inappropriately around the other staff.
"Man, don't ask me. I was way too drunk. I can't even remember what I wore home last night." Mimi had generously bought several rounds of drinks.
"You didn't wear anything home Roger. You were buck naked."
"Really?" Roger didn't think he was that far gone, but his memory was very fuzzy after the second round.
Mark rolled his eyes. "Of course not! It's like twenty degrees outside. You'd have complained about freezing the family jewels. Plus you're still wearing the same clothes you were last night."
"Oh, yeah. I'm pretty useless when I've had too much to drink. Sorry man."
"I think I had it when I was there. I distinctly remember twirling Scarfy around when we started to dance on the tables."
Roger couldn't answer, instead mouthing "Scarfy?" silently.
"Maybe I left it at the Life or dropped him on the ground. I guess he's gone," Mark said sadly.
Roger wondered if he should be concerned that Mark apparently thought his scarf was alive, but before he could mention it, there was a knock on the door. He opened the door to find Angel standing outside.
"Wow! You're still alive? I've never seen anyone drink that much tequila and live," said Angel as she entered the loft.
"What can I say? I'm talented. Maybe drinking is my calling in life."
Angel shook her head. "Stick with the music. Your liver will thank you. Anyway, is Marky here? I think he lost something last night."
"What, His virginity? It's about time." Roger ducked as Mark threw a shoe.
Angel rolled her eyes, and then held out something towards Mark. "I think you lost this last night. This morning, my friend Stella had it. She found it on the street last night, so I traded one of my other scarves for yours, Mark. I know it means a lot to you, honey."
Mark wrapped the scarf around his neck, then reached out and hugged Angel. "Thanks, Angel. It really does mean a lot to me. My grandmother knitted it for me when I was about five or six and was scared to go to school. I didn't think any of the kids would like me, so she told me that as long as I had my scarf, I'd have a friend. "
Angel nodded. "She wanted to remind you that she loved you even if you were lonely. That's really sweet."
Mark smiled. "Yes, it was." He stroked the scarf for a moment, and then realized what Angel had said. A look of surprised understanding crossed his face. "Oh! That's what she meant!"