Disclaimer: I don't own Rent.
"Mark, can I ask you a question?" Roger was laying on the couch, huddled under a threadbare blanket.
"You just did, Roger," answered Mark with a grin.
"Ha-ha. Very funny. You know what I meant."
"Yeah, Roger. You can ask me a question." Mark turned to face him.
"Have you ever dressed up like a woman and danced at the Catscratch club?" Roger looked Mark directly in the eye, waiting his response.
"WHAT? Why on earth did you ask me that? Of course not!" Mark's face was bright red, which made his hair look very pale.
"You're sure? You've never worn stiletto heels and a leather mini-dress and have done a bondage act while wearing a long wig?" he asked with a smirk.
"No…" Mark's voice trailed off and he started shifting around nervously in his seat.
"And you've never tied anyone up with your scarf while dancing sexily while wearing that outfit?"
"Uh-uh." Somehow, Mark's voice wasn't so convincing.
"And you've never given me a public lap dance?"
"…" Mark couldn't respond.
"Mark, the wig is under your mattress. Why didn't you just ask me out instead of going through such elaborate lengths to get a few minutes with me." With that, he leaned in and kissed his roommate on the lips. "By the way, if you're trying to hide your identity, it's best not to use a scarf that has your name sewed onto it."