Hi, this was uperly long for a fic like this... also...
SONGFIC TIME! Play-by-play of a performance and funny commentary for our little roomates!
I don not own Rent OR Twilight!
(Roger's Perspective)
Two seconds later, the loft's door slides open and Collins steps inside.
"Merry Christmas Bitches!" he yells playfully as he holds a pickle tub in one arm, and slides the door closed with the other, with the keys in his mouth.
"Hey Collins!" Mark exclaims as Collins slips off his shoes.
"Your keys."
Collins takes the keys out of his mouth and tosses them to Mark.
"Yeah, 14 hours later! What the hell happened to you?"
Mark grabs Collins in a hug, rather too harsh, as Collins lets out an involuntary yelp of pain and flinches.
"Ah oww oww."
Suddenly Mark let's go, "Are you alright?" Of course he isn't all right, and even I can tell! Of course though Mark would know, he's the mind reader after all, the geek.
"I've never been better. Mark wrap up, you're freezing. Here."Collins says as he hands Mark the pickle tub.
Mark looks into the tub and I realize I haven't said a word to a friend I haven't seen in seven months.
"Oh, hi." I say to Collins as he passes me to put down the firewood he had in his hand. He turns around hunches his shoulders and mocks me, "Oh, hi? After seven months?"
He envelops me in a hug and shivers at the touch.
"Sorry." I say apologetically and Collins says, "Roger, you're freezing too. Good thing I actually bought you firewood." Then I realize how good he smells.
I feel his heart pumping the thick red rubies which taste oh so good.
I also smell the remnants of dried old blood on his white shirt although it clearly smells as if its been washed away by some type of super girly flower scented laundry detergent.
I glance at Mark, and his eyes meet mine.
I think 'This is gonna be hard, Mark. What the hell happened to him last night? You smelled it on him too right? There's a scent of another person on him too… what the hell did he get into?' I think knowing Mark is reading my mind.
His glare only tells me to watch of my instincts, we wouldn't want another accident… like what happened to me.
I swallow the venom that had accumulated in my mouth from simply hearing his heartbeat.
"You know what you need?" Collins says as he releases me, totally oblivious, (and that how he should stay), and walks over to Mark who is still holding the pickle tub.
"This boy could use… some Stoliiii." Collins says exaggerating the obvious bottle of liquor in the pickle tub.
We walk over to the small circular table in front of the worn out couch.
"This is a complete Christmas feast, thank you!" Mark holds up in his hand a pack of bologna and veggie sausages… obviously for Collins, since he's the only vegetarian in our whole group.
"You struck gold at MIT!" Mark yells excitedly as he is handed a paper cup from Collins. "No," Collins unscrews the top of the Stoli Vodka bottle, "they expelled me for my Theory of Actual Reality."
Collins face drops slightly.
Why would Mark ask that, probably knowing the answer!
Maybe he's playing part, but still!
"One for you," he pours vodka into my cup, "One for you," he starts pouring some into Mark's when Mark holds out his hand slightly, signaling that it was enough even though Collins barely poured any into his cup, "Oh, Wait!" Mark was never good with alcohol when he was human.
So I know he was playing part this time, because we know can't get wasted.
We tried.
We did lose some of our judgment skills, but we didn't get wasted.
But it took a hell of a lot of alcohol to do so,then we realized that since we were kinda 'not alive' we couldn't digest it, so we basically threw it back up. Kinda like a reverse hangover, no, actually it was exactly like that.
"One for me." He pours some in his cup as well, but a lot more than ours.
"So, I came home. Merry Christmas. Cheers." We clink our paper cups and downed our drinks…well at least Collins did.
Collins smiles with a new thought and says "Oh, I got a teaching gig at NYU."
The Computer Age Philosophy Professor smiles.
"Oh, so that's how you were able to splurge on us." Mark says happily.
Collins grins and looks at Mark points to him, with cup still in hand and says "Oh, no. Sit down."
I look at Mark with confusion as we do as we are told.
God Collins smells good. The smell of blood and alcohol wafts through the air, tickling my nose and makes my mouth water with venom.
I steer away from those thoughts as Mark glances at me. He smells it too.
Even his eyes look hungry, but he dares not show it.
How can Mark have so much control? I know it's bad to think of one of my best friends as an entrée, but smells so damn good.
Now with that comment (of course in my mind) Mark shoots me a death glare.
'Damnit, Mark! Quit reading my mind!'
'Well, I would if I could, but I won't cause you're thinking about Collins as a appetizer!' Oh yeah, I just remember that Mark can project his thought into someone else's mind if he wanted to.
Just another of those sometimes useful sometimes annoying as hell abilities Mark has. 'I heard that, and it does come in handy.' Mark projects in my mind.
'Mark?' I think.
'Yeah?' He projects into my head while staring at Collins while he screws back on the top of the Stoli bottle,smiling.
'How are we going to tell him? Are we going to tell him? How is he not gonna realize that we don't age, or I don't get sick from my AIDS? I mean are we gonna live in secret, watching them die off one by one? Are we gonna tell him, or are we gonna let him find out on his own? So far he hasn't notice mine or your eyes, which is good… I think.'
'Wait! Wait a sec Rog! Too many damn questions, too soon. We'll think of something. We got to tell him or let him find out, we owe him that much at least, then he can decide what he wants to do, run or continue to live with us. We got to, it's the only thing that's right.'
And with that Mark shuts me out, totally ignoring my other thoughts towards him as Collins starts putting up things like our dirty coffee mugs, paper cups and beer bottles under the table and into the pickle tub, as he starts singing in a sing- songy voice.
"Gentlemen, our benefactor on this Christmas Day, whose charity is only matched by talent, I must say."
He finishes cleaning up the table and picks up the pickle tub.
"A new member of the Alphabet City Avant- Garde,"
he slides the pickle tub across the room and rushes to the door, his socks causing him to slide the rest there. What the hell is he planning? Of course now I'm the only one left out because Collins obviously knows what he's doing, and Mark's mind reading him probably, but choosing not to share, leaving me completely stumped as to what's going to happen next.
"ANGEL. DUMOTT. SCHUNAAARRRDDD."
Collins says dramatically and slides the door slowly, revealing a Latino drag queen dressed in a Santa's dress with zebra belt and tights with 4 inch black leather heels in the doorway, that walks in sassily, doing a couple of turns, squatting down in front of the table and stands back up, suddenly with a whole bunch of moolah in his… her…his…her hands.
"Today for you, Tomorrow for me."
Angel says as she starts walking towards me. Wait, that scent that was coming from Collins… it's all over him too! The scent of that other human was Angel. So this is where Collins was last night I'm guessing. She comes over to me, slaps the money on her thigh… and hands me it!
Wow! So this is a Merry Christmas, despite a surprise guest. Angel goes over to Mark and hands money to Mark also. I count my money… two-hundred dollars!
"And you should hear her beat!"
Collins says as he drinks out the bottle of Vodka, as Angel pulls out a pair of drumsticks from her belt and taps them on her thigh. Mark turns to Angel and asks
"You earned this on the street?"
He looks as puzzled as I was. I mean really how could you earn this much money on the street? Unless you did something like- Angel interrupts my train of thought as she continues singing.
"It was my lucky day today on Avenue A,"
Angel swings her leg and I get an unwanted look of white lacy panty- crotch.
"When a lady in a limousine drove my way."
She imitates a driving wheel with her drumsticks as she hops back wards towards me. I smile, because she seems to lighten up the room and makes quite a catchy beat, as I realize I start tapping a beat to how she's singing. She sat down next to me and said,
"She said, darling be a dear, haven't slept in a year,"
as she put her hand on my leg, and fanning herself with her hand. She got up and walked back towards the front of the room.
"I need your help to make my neighbor's yappy dog disappear."
She made a gesture like she was hanging herself with her drumsticks…wait what? Is she going to talk about how she killed a dog for money? Cool.
"This Akita Evita just won't shut up, I believe if you play nonstop,"
She jumps partially on the couch again in front of Mark and goes back to the front.
"That pup will breathe its very last, high strung breath, I'm certain that cur will bark itself to death."
She lies back on the table on flips off, her Santa dress flipping up, and again I get another view of frilly panty. Gross.
"Today for you, Tomorrow for me. Today for you Tomorrow for me!"
She walks over to Mark's bike, and half rides it across the studio flat, "We agreed on a fee, a thousand dollars guaranteed. Tax free,"
She sets aside Mark's bike and walks behind me, and plays with my hair, using her drumsticks like shears.
"And a bonus if I trimmed her tree."
She gets up on the coffee table next to me squatting up on it.
"Now, who would foretell that it would go so well?"
She looks at me and Mark and stands up.
"But as sure as I am here, that dog in now in doggy hell."
She kicks out her leg and points her drumsticks downwards. Doing a small pelvic thrust she adds,
"After an hour, Evita, in all her glory on the window ledge of that twenty-third story."
Angel starts dancing on the coffee table.
"Like Thelma and Louise did when they got the blues, swan dove,"
at that instant she jumped over Mark, landing her legs perfectly in Collins lap,
"into the courtyard of the Gracie Mews."
Collins smiles and laughs, seeming to like that a bit too much, including when his heart pumped faster and quoted skipped a beat.
"Today for you, Tomorrow for me."
Angel gets up and goes over to the metal counter we had, which was occupied by more beer bottles, coffee cups, newspapers, and hard liquor bottles. Collins gets up quickly and starts disposing of the trash that's on it.
"Today for you Tomorrow for me!"
And at that she start drumming the coolest beat on the metal counter I had ever seen or heard as she keeps up with the beat while spinning around!
TAP! TAP! TAP!
She jumps on the counter, which is at least three feet from the ground. What surprises me is not only that, but she starts drumming on the pipes above! Absolutely awesome! She jumps off and starts approaching Collins, swaying her hips in a sexy manner.
"Back on the street where I met my sweet, where he was moaning and groaning on the cold concrete."
She says in a sexy manner, sitting next to Collins. I look at Collins and laugh at him, sticking out my tongue. He looks at me and mumbles
"No, I wasn't."
At that moment Mark projected in my head,
'Yes he was.'
And I just snicker louder.
"The nurse took him home, for some mercurochrome."
Angel touches the tip of his drumstick to his tongue and laid it on Collins leg. Angel got up and started running towards one of the support pillars in our studio loft.
"Then I dressed his wounds and got him back on his feet, Sing It!"
She runs up the pillar and actually flips off of it… in 4 inch heels!
"Today for you, Tomorrow for me! Today for you tomorrow for me!"
He goes over to Collins and sticks his butt out, which Collins slaps back playfully. Woah.
'Does he like him?'
I think towards Mark.
'Oh yeah. Some things I wish I hadn't heard. Or even try to hear… from both of them.'
'Okay, well thanks for not telling me, I've seen enough frilly crotch panties for a lifetime.'
'Eww, stop it! Thant's what Collins was thinking about! Ugh!'
'He he he, glad I can't mind read, huh Mark.' I laugh internally at Mark.
'It's not like I can stop it, shut the fuck up Roger, you're giving me a headache.'
'Oh, and frilly man panties aren't?'
'Fwaaaahh! Don't speak of such things! I'm not gay!'
'Yeah, but Collins is, and since you can mind read, you are going to have to get used to it Every. Single. Day.' I laugh internally again and watch Angel again.
"Today for you Tomoroooww," Angel sits on the table and crosses his legs, and I see Collins grab his leg and spin him around.
"For ME!" Angel concludes, and we all cheer for the wonderful Christmas Presentation.
Lol. Frilly croth panties...
:3
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