***Author Note: I don't own RENT or it's characters, nor do I own PonyVille...I wish I owned RENT... Criticism is welcome, and encouraged. My first fanfic so I apologize if it sucks. Some chapters will be shorter or longer than others.***
Our story begins on New Year's Eve, at the 11th Street lot. A party is being held by our favorite diva, Maureen Johnson. Everyone is there, even Benny bothered to show up.
"Dude, you're pretty hammered," Mark said to his, now drunk, roommate Roger.
"Man, I am fiiiiine," was Roger's reply, the word "fine" dragged on out of his mouth. As Mimi walked over he attempted to seem not so drunk.
"Hey guys!" Mimi said, cheerfully, just out of rehab fighting a relapse on drugs.
"Hi Mimi," Mark said.
"Heyyyy Mimi," Roger greeted her, but the word "Mimi" was slurred. Angel and Collins caught only the end of the greetings.
"How much did this boy drink?" Angel asked, as Collins inspected Roger's dilated pupils.
"More than he should have, that's for sure," Collins told the group.
"Noooo I'm f-f-fine," Roger replied.
"It's only five minutes until midnight gu-" Maureen stopped short when she walked up to the group, Joanne on her arm, "What happened to you?"
"Well he certainly enjoyed the drinks," said Joanne, trying not to giggle.
"I've noticed," Mark said, "He won't come home now, he insists he's fine."
"Midnight's in t-minus 4 minutes and counting, just let him stay for 5 minutes and then take him home, you know you wanna stay," Maureen tells Mark.
"Well I guess…" Mark says, and Roger falls out of Mark's arms and on to the concrete sidewalk. Everything is spinning and faces are blurry. Many "Oh my god!"s and "Holy crap!"s and "Are you okay? Can you hear us?"s rang through Roger's ears but it was all a blur until, eventually, he blacked out.
