I don't own RENT or any of the characters except for Jesse and any others that are introduced in coming chapters. This chapter stinks- sorry. Enjoy if you can!

"Joanne! Drive faster! Roger's show started ten minutes ago!" Maureen said impatiently.

"Maureen, I don't want to get stopped. We'll be there in a minute." Joanne said calmly, or as calmly as she could muster.

Finally they pulled into the parking lot of the club where Roger's band was playing. After Joanne parked the car, Maureen quickly got out and ran into the club, closely followed by Joanne. They were immediately acknowledged by Mark, Collins and Mimi.

"Maureen! Over here! Joanne! Hey!" Mimi yelled, waving frantically.

There was a huge turn out for the concert. Hundreds of people crammed into the already cramped club. Roger was onstage singing, and playing his guitar. His band truly kicked ass. Mark noticed Maureen, and blushed furiously.

"Hey Maureen, nice of you to show up." Mark quipped. Maureen rolled her eyes.

"I would have been here in time if Joanne wouldn't have been late coming home from work." She said, trying to talk over the hard rock music.

Collins grinned broadly. "Hey Maureen, Hey Joanne." He said hugging them. Jesse stood next to him, smiling slightly at the newcomers. "You guys, this is Jesse. He's Angel's brother."

"Brother?" They chorused, staring at Angel's look-alike.

"Yeah, nice to meet you…was it Joanne and Maureen?" Jesse asked, still trying to keep a smile.

Maureen grinned. "You heard right, I'm Maureen." She said shaking his hand. "And that's Joanne, she's my girlfriend." She kissed Joanne. "Right Pookie?"

Joanne rolled her eyes and hugged Maureen, grinning broadly. "Right Honeybear."

Jesse turned back towards the stage and cheered on Roger. Mimi squealed excitedly, she didn't care if she lost her voice, she loved the fact that her boyfriend was in a band. Maureen and Joanne danced together, which soon turned into a make out party. Mark watched Maureen and Joanne publicly display their affection and quickly walked over to the bar and ordered a beer. Collins stood next to Jesse, cheering on Roger.

The show went on for several more hours. It wasn't until after midnight when Roger met up with his friends. He pulled Mimi into a hug and kissed her passionately.

"That was so fucking awesome Roger!" Mimi said kissing him back.

Everyone crowded around him, cheering him on. He was milking the enthusiastic response for everything it was worth. He grinned smugly, kissing Mimi ever so often. Joanne and Maureen decided to leave after a while.

"Bye Roger, sweet show. I'll see you later." Maureen said giving Roger a peck on the street.

"Yeah! Bye Roger!" Joanne said loudly, taking a long gulp from her beer. "That was really fucking good!" She was obviously drunk. Maureen kissed Joanne on the cheek.

"Give me the keys honey. You're really cocked." She said, reaching into Joanne's pocket. She pulled out the keys and after one last round of goodbyes they left.

Mark finished his beer and put his arm around Collins. "When are you guys heading back to the loft? I'm going now."

"Oh speaking of the loft, I invited Jesse to stay with us for a little while." Collins cut in.

"Another dude in our apartment?" Roger sighed. "Jesse's gonna have to sleep on the sofa. I'm not giving up my bed."

"You don't have to be a prick about it." Collins frowned. Jesse looked around nervously.

"If it's that much trouble I can find somewhere else to stay." Jesse said quietly.

Mark folded his arms and glared at Roger. "It's ok Jesse. We have PLENTY of room. If Roger doesn't like you staying with us he can go stay with Mimi downstairs."

Mimi grinned suggestively. "Yeah…we can celebrate the show, Roger." She kissed his cheek and winked. Roger returned the grin.

"Fine. Come on Mimi. Let's go." Roger said kissing Mimi's neck. She giggled madly and they left the club.

Collins and Jesse left the club, chatting and laughing contently. Mark decided to stick around for a while, mainly because he was scamming on this girl, who ironically enough, kept smiling at him.