"Forces are Gathering"
Disclaimer: I do not own Rent, or any of its characters (although I wish I owned Roger…) and this is purely for fun. In fact it's my first fic, so please don't throw flaming arrows at me or anything. Donuts would be nice. Comments, critiques, criticism, all is welcome. This chapter is a little short, sorry.
Chapter Four: Muffy
"So this is where you've been hiding." Mark grinned as he walked outside, through the glass doors of the lobby. Roger and April were against the wall, both of them sharing a half-diminished cigarette.
"Guess we gotta find a new hiding spot now." Roger sarcastically joked to April as she giggled out the smoke she had just inhaled.
"Ha-ha. Very funny. You could have at least said where you were going."
"We didn't want anyone to know." April replied wit a wink as she passed the last of the cigarette to Roger. With a nod Roger took one last drag on the cig and exhaled the smoke into the air slowly. As the musician flicked the dead butt to the ground, a small piece of paper caught his eye. It was neatly folded, and partially hidden by the trash can, as if someone intended to dispose of it but had missed. A combination of curiosity and boredom caused Roger to bend over and pick it up.
"What is that?" Mark asked as he noticed his friend's new interest.
"Dunno." Opening up the paper, Roger's eyes scanned over its words. Pulling his eyes off the paper, Roger suddenly burst out with laughter.
"Lemme see!" April grinned, eager to read what made Roger Davis laugh so hard. He handed it over, well, more like she pulled it from his hands and began reading it. "Oh my God!" she said and burst out laughing as well. "This is too good!"
"What's it say?" the curious Mark asked. Just then Maureen appeared.
"Pookie! So this is where everyone went! Why'd you all leave me?" she asked while Roger handed the note over to Mark. "What's that?" Maureen questioned, her voice eager with curiosity.
"Read it out loud." Roger grinned, finally slowing down with the laughter. Looking down at the paper, Mark nodded, adjusting his glasses and began reading.
"My dearest Muffy"
Scrunching his eyebrows in confusion and disturbance, Mark looked at Roger who had burst out laughing once more.
"Muffy! What the hell kind of nickname is that?" Maureen laughed, looking over Mark's shoulders at the letter. "Who's this written by?"
"Just keep reading." Roger demanded.
"I can't wait for tonight. Meet me in the bathroom, I want a taste of that sweet little ass right now. Love, your new hubby."
All four of them burst out in laughter once again. Mark made a disgusted face through his grin. "Oh God, I'm not going in the bathroom for the rest of the night."
Roger put a hand on Mark's shoulder as he tried to calm down his laughter. "You and me both. C'mon we'd better get back before Benny and Muffy miss us." He said sarcastically with a laugh.
"God, don't ever call her that again, it gives me images I don't want to have."Mark said as they headed back inside.