Disclaimer: I don't own Rent
BANG
A clap of thunder rang through the air, making the three people in the loft jump. Roger and Maureen ignored it, but Mark screamed.
"Holy shit!" he put a pillow over his head and ducked. "Someone got shot!"
Roger laughed. "What?"
"That was a gunshot," Mark's voice was filled with panic. "There's a gang war out there! This is exactly what my mom said would happen if I moved to the city."
"Mark, there are no gang wars on Avenue B," Roger replied.
"Pookie, it was just thunder," Maureen squeezed his shoulder. "You won't get shot."
"Well, thunder is scary too," Mark blushed.
"I'll protect you," Maureen hugged him. It was more of a cuddle, but Mark welcomed it.
"Are you six?" Roger rolled his eyes.
"Shut up, Rog," Maureen said. "I'm sure you were afraid of thunder when you were little."
Roger nodded. "Well, when I was five, not twenty-five."
"Twenty-two and a half," Mark corrected.
"When I was little," Roger smiled, "my mom used to tell me that thunder was the angels bowling."
Maureen giggled. "That's cute."
Even Mark smiled a little. "That's a nice way to look at it."
BANG
Mark jumped a bit in Maureen's arms. They all laughed. "I guess someone just got a strike."
Fin