A/N: Uh… some nice hyper Rent RP fun by me and my buddy Ally… Don't look for a plot, and No, THEY AREN'T in character. Except the pole. The pole is in character. Characters aren't ours… sadly…

Mimi: *leading drunk Roger* No no no, the loft is this way, dearie…

Roger: Duh… Wha?

Mimi: *clings to his neck* Hun, that's toward a busy street.

Roger: Oh... right. See? that's a car *points at telephone pole*

Mimi: ..Of course. And that's a motorcycle.. *points at a cat and rolls eyes*

Maureen (from down the street): Mimi! Roger! Hey!

Mimi: Hey Maureen chica! Roger's stoned. I told him not to eat the worm from the Tequila..

Roger: *points at Maureen* WORM!

Mimi: That's Maureen. Lady. Human.

Mark: *flies in on a broom* Ahoy maties! *hover,sparkle*

Roger: Hi Maureen...

Roger: BROOM! what's with the broom?

Mark: I FOUND IT! *turns a random passerby into a chair* HOOHA!

Mimi: Mark's stoned too.. and he found a book of enchantments

Maureen: Mark? Stoned? I never thought I'd live to see the day...

Mimi: Congratulations.*throws confetti*

Mark: HEY! I didn't eat the WORM! *points to Roger's shirt *(( Shirt says: I Ate The Worm.))

Roger: OOH! confetti!! Pot? did someone say pot?

Mimi: I'm bored. Wanna go CLUBBIN'?!

Roger: I ate a worm and all I got was this crummy shirt! *laughs at his "cleverness"*

Maureen: Yeah, lets go... Lets leave the Worm Boys to find their own way home

Mimi: Very good, babes

Mimi: Cat Scratch Club?

Mark: *pompously* When I was little I ate some mealy worms..

Maureen: Yeah, that sounds good, Mimi. (to Mark) No one cares!

Mark: *spots random guy walkin' by* You are so beautiful.. *chase,chase*

Mimi: Anyways.. CLUB!

Roger: *drags Mark with him* We follow WORM!

Mark: WORM! WORMY WORMY WHERE?!

Roger: *points at Maureen* There! Worm has hair!

Maureen: *smacks Roger* I AM NOT A WORM, WORM BOY!

Mimi: *kicks Roger where it hurts* DON'T CALL MAUREEN A WORM!

Roger: *puppy face* Owie...

Mark: (to a telephone pole) You wanna call me sometime? Yeah... I live up the street.. here's my number...

Mimi: ROGGGERR! *sobs and tackle hugs him*

Collins: Why is Mark talking to that pole?

Roger: *pets Mimi's head*

Telephone Pole: ..

Mark: That is one rude pole.

Pole: ...

Mark: *slaps pole* OW! it BIT me!

(((Seriously… Don't ask…)))