I don't know what overcame me, but I suddenly had the biggest craving to just write, so I did. That feeling's still there, so I'll try and update another story, seeing as this is the third update today for this story. Enjoy!
Roger glanced up at the clock hanging just a few feet from where he was standing, unconsciously strumming an old tune on his guitar. 6:34. Where was Joanne? She was thirty-four minutes late, and thirty-four minutes later than usual. Joanne was always on time and Roger was starting to worry. Had she gotten lost? Mugged? RAPED? Roger shuddered, briefly letting his fingers stand still.
"Hey wannabe," someone called, "Get a real job."
Roger felt his face burn. "Fuck off!" he called back.
"Roger!" someone said, grabbing his arm, "Be nice. Have you any manners?"
He turned around to see the person he was waiting for- Joanne. He mentally let out a sigh of relief. She was okay.
"I dunno mother, do I?" He teased, "Anyway, that guy was being an ass."
"So were you."
Roger stuck out his tongue for lack of a good comeback and Joanne laughed.
"What?" He asked protectively.
"No matter how far away you are from New York, some things never change." Joanne muttered.
"Like what?"
"Your immaturity."
Roger rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he mumbled, "Anyway, how'd it go? Find a job?"
Joanne's cheery expression clouded over. "No," she said stiffly, glaring at the sidewalk.
"Well, um…" Roger rambled, trying to think of something to cheer his friend up, "I made fifteen bucks!" He grinned and proudly displayed his collections like a kindergartener would show his parent a painting.
"Well," Joanne said, "Fifteen bucks will buy us dinner. Where to Mr. Davis?"
"There's a diner near my apartment," Roger answered, "The Cohen Café."
Joanne smiled. "Hey Roger," she said slyly, "Remember the Life back in Alphabet City?"
Roger nodded unsurely. "Yes…?"
"La vie boheme?"
Roger smirked. "Oh Miss Jefferson," he answered, "As much as I'd love some meatless balls, I don't want to get kicked out of there quite yet. Maybe another day."
Joanne nodded, smiling nevertheless. "Alright," she said teasingly, "Deprive me of your fun." -pause- "Wow, we've roll reversed!"
Laughing, the bohemians walked arm-in-arm down the street to the Cohen Café, Roger's new favorite restaurant for obvious reasons.