Disclaimer: None of it's mine. Except... maybe... the dream of wanting to "swim" in Jell-O. Other than that, nope.

Notes: Okay, so here's the deal. I wrote this small Maureen/Roger drabble for Becca and, since it was so short, I decided to use this as a place to update all my short, various RENT drabbles. Since I write about RENT a lot and sometimes never use whole chapters, this will be all over the place. It will include various pairings, smut, angst, love, hate, holidays, you know. It could even be updated two, three times a day. I'll even take requests. This is just to help put out some of the awesome dialog that I come up with or plot bunny I can't work into the story. Anyways, this one is about Roger and Maureen. Very short and kind cute. Will update much more later with written-a-while-back stuff. I love reviews guys!

Maureen looked over at Roger as if he was crazy. "Yeah, but if you were gonna do that, how would you pay for it?"

"Money?" Roger asked, not even lifting his head off of the couch. "Dunno. Maybe... selling... sheep, or something. Does Jell-O cost money?"

"Yeah. 'Specially if you want a Swimming-Pole size amount." Maureen answered, watching him.

"Fine. I'll get... a Jacuzzi size amount of Jell-O."

"What's with the new interest in Jell-O?"

"Don't you want to swim in it, or is it just me?" Roger asked the Drama Queen, looking at her.

"Just you. This is starting to get annoying." She snapped, crossing her arms. "I hate how Mark asks me to do this."

"Hey, hey, hey. I don't need a babysitter. I would do fine by myself."

"No you wouldn't. I gotta stay and make sure you don't go buy crack." Maureen said.

"I'm not buying crack," Roger corrected. "Smack. Very different. Very... yummy and fuzzy." Roger closed his eyes.

"Fuzzy? You're losing it."

"Lost it a long time ago, baby." He said with his eyes now open and looking at her. "I wanna do something."

"Like?"

"I don't know. April's still not back from her mom's. I wanna do something."

"Can't you wait until Collins gets here? Or Mark?" She groaned.

"Nope. It's you I want," He said in a playfully growl and got on his hands and knees, eying her.

"I'm with Marky-doodle, 'member?" She asked, not scared of him and simply sinking into her chair.

"So? I wanna play." Roger bared his teeth and vaulted himself off of the couch and landed sprawled out in her lap. "Play."

She looked down at him in disgust. "You're no better than a dog."

"A cute dog." He corrected and moved to bite her arm.

"Roger!" She snapped, jerking her arm back. "You're better when you're on drugs."

"And you look hotter when I'm on drugs," He said with a roaring laugh and squirmed in her lap.

This, of course, gave Maureen right to slap him on the back of the head.

"Bitch! What was that for?" He growled and rubbed where she slapped him.

"I'm the babysitter, remember? It's what we do."

"Still gives you no right to... Maureen? I said I want to do something!" He whined.

"You're a 25 year old man, Roger, you can "do something" all by yourself."

"But I look like I'm sixteen," He growled with a grin and tugged on her shirt.

"Sure. Get off? Your ass is starting to hurt."

"Now, that's not very nice, Reeny," He coughed and snuggled closer to her on her lap.

"What are you doing, Roger?" She asked, petting his head.

"Doing what I wanted to do earlier," He mumbled.

"And that is...?"

"Cuddlin'."