Disclaimer: I do not own Rent


Thanks to my besterestestest friendyfriend Katy for the story idea x3 Sorry for stealing it, but it was too tempting!


Her pickle tub full of cigarettes, vodka, bananas, and Cap'n Crunch, Angel skipped happily up the stairs to Mark and Roger's loft. She knocked several times, growing more and more frustrated each time they didn't answer. Finally, her impatience taking over, she opened the unlocked door. "Mark? Roger?"

The drag queen took a few steps in before she noticed that Roger was on top of Mark on the couch, and they were both in various states of undress. Her eyes went wide as she realized what was going on, and she hurried out, shutting the door behind her. She just stood there giggling until Roger, apparently having finally noticed her presence, opened the door. Mark was sitting on the couch, blushing, and somehow wearing Roger's shirt inside-out.

"Um… sorry for the delay, Angel, we… uh… didn't know you were here."