A/N: We (yes we, wrote this as a collaberation between myself and my friend Conrad) own none of the characters of which you recognize. All those belong to Jonathan Larson. We simply took them and used them for our own personal benefit. (Ie: entertainment) We are making no profit, and we just want you to enjoy! Read and Review, sil vous plait!
"People don't really win those damn things, do they?" said Angel.
"Apparently so," said Mark, waving a shiny golden letter, "looks like we won a trip... to Kwanzaa?"
"What the hell, Kwanzaa?" said Roger. "We don't even celebrate Kwanzaa."
"Not to mention, we're broke." chimed Mimi. "Why are you still even holding that damn envelope? Toss in the fire, we'll burn it for heat."
"No, guys! Don't you see?" Mark said excitedly, "This is a great chance! Think of the footage!"
"Great, you go" said Joanne sarcastically, "we'll wait here and do the traditional Christmas thing, right guys?" They all nodded.
"But it's for 8 people.. and you guys are the people I know, and I'm sure as hell not inviting my family." said Mark, disappointed in his friends lack of enthusiasm.
"Why don't you just find people who really want to go?" said Maureen.
"And where should I do that?" said Mark.
"Internet" they all said. So Mark rode down to the library posting a bulletin.
"GO TO KWANZAA WITH BROKE LOSERS. HOPEFULLY YOU'LL HAVE MONEY." Instantly he got a hit.
"OMG OMG OMG YOURE MARK COHEN ILL GO ANYWHERE WITH YOU. EVEN KWANZAA. I'LL BRING MY FRINEDS TOO!"
"Hmm.. laureenpotter.. interesting.." said Mark thoughtfully. He sent back a reply, and within a few days, they were ready for Kwanzaa.
Mark, Roger, Collins, and Angel were around the loft, waiting for these people who were accompanying them to Africa. Angel was painting her toenails, Collins was reading, Roger had out the guitar, and Mark was going over the lists of things they had to pack (For the 2,000th time)
"Are you sure you packed underwear Roger?"
"Yes I'm positive, now if you don't put that damn list away well.. I might have to get out my drum sticks."
"Ohh baby you know I love that." said Collins as he snuggled closer to Angel.
"Fine- but if we forget anything I'm blaming you-" he barely finished his sentence when four explosive girls burst though the door.
"OMG OMG GUYS WERE ACTUALLY IN NEW YOR- MARKK!" before she could tackle him, her friend restrained her.
"Lauren, calm the fuck down." said the one with teal hair.
"Hey kiddies, don't mind me, but what are you doing here?" said Angel, looking more concerned than scared. The spazz was desperately trying to break free, while the blonde was staring at Roger, her head to the side.
"MUST MEET MARK COHEN!" Finally, the tallest one walked over and slapped the spazz.
"Hun, you can meet Mark in one moment, but don't you think the LEAST we can do is introduce ourselves?"
"This one is feisty," said Collins
"Almost as feisty as you, lover" pointing his gaze towards Angel. She just blushed in flattery. Meanwhile the spazz just stood there in shook.
"I'm in..pain! I'm in pain and I'm hysterical!" she screamed.
"Ok, who took her drugs?" said the blonde one.
"Here this should do it," said the taller one, pulling out a syringe of animal tranquilizer.
"NO NO that won't be necessary!" intervened Mark.
"Yes it will," said the tall one. "Don't worry it wouldn't be the first time." Lauren shook her head.
"Hi, Mark? We're the ones who signed up for the Kwanzaa tickets..."
"Ok hun, calmed down enough to interact with people safely?" said the tall one. The spazz nodded like a puppy so her friends released her.
"Wow, no drugs this time." said the blonde one.
"Ok, guys, jeez do you have no social skills? We must introduce ourselves." said the teal one. "I'm Alexis, Palmer if you want. This is Lauren, La is better. (Pointed to spazz) That's Rhi, (pointed to blonde one) and that's Conrad. Well really Erin but she might eat you if you call her that (pointed to tall one)." Collins laughed.
"That sounds oddly like me," he said.
"That's the idea" said Conrad. Mimi grabbed Roger's arm.
"I don't think it's safe for you to go with these people..."
"And who are you to decide that Miss Kitty?" said the blonde one assertively. "You don't even know us- go back to your smack."
"Gosh Rhi, that's a bit harsh." said Palmer. Mimi raised an eyebrow.
"Oh no she didn't!" She moved to attack Rhi, but Angel picked her up and carried her away. "PUT ME DOWN! LET ME AT HER! WHO IS SHE TO TALK ABOUT MY DRUGS?"
"Well apparently she's part of the real world!" said Angel. "Face it hun, everyone knows you had a drug problem. I'm just glad you're getting better." She set her down a few feet away. Lauren shook her head.
"Well...this is interesting...we're going to Africa?" Mark said,
"You bet. Think of the great footage! The sunsets, the lions, the err... grass?"
"Grass?" laughed Roger. "I'm sure you can get great footage of grass- people will eat that right up."
"Only if the people are cows" said Collins Mark scowled.
"No cows. That makes me think of...Maureen."
"Poor baby!" said Roger. Conrad, just now joining the program,
"GRASS? I LOVE GRASS! HOORAY FOR GRASS!" as she threw conveniently placed confetti. Angel frowned.
"When does the plane leave?" Mark glanced at his watch.
"SHIT. Two hours. Anyone have money for a bus?" Conrad hastily shoved her hand into her coat pocket.
"How much is the bus?" Mimi rolled her eyes.
"Roger, I seriously want you to rethink going on this trip." Roger rolled his eyes at Mimi.
"Baby, I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself. Wait aren't you coming with me?"
"No! There are four of them, and there's you, Mark, Collins and Angel. That makes 8." She said. Rhi smirked.
"Wow...she can add."
"Oh shut up bitch- you don't know me either." scowled Mimi.
"Oh man, I thought you were going. Baby I'm going to miss you like crazy.. maybe I shouldn't go.." Mark frowned.
"Roger you have to come! You're my best friend! You keep me sane!" Lauren bit her lip.
"Damn, he sounds gay!"
"Well maybe he is gay!" said Palmer, a smile spreading across her face.
"NO! Not good..bad thoughts.. BAD THOUGHTS!" said La, on the verge of convulsions. "He's not gay..he's not gay.."
"No, I'm not Gay" said mark, with a certain twang in his voice, "besides Roger you've already got your bags packed." Angel smiled.
"Oh honey, you know if you were, we'd accept yo--"
"I'M NOT GAY!" Mark exploded. Roger stepped in.
"Look we all know sexual orientation doesn't matter. But getting to our plane before it leaves without us does. Come on, fine ill go, but we have to leave NOW."