Disclaimer: Geeh, it's short. I just really needed to get this up so I could move on. I'm sitting there staring at the ending, trying to see how best to continue, but I couldn't do it, so here it is. The next scene should be longer, though. Wicked, RENT, lots of other stuff, not mine. Readers' forgiveness? Probably not mine. Story time! -LostOzian

"You're good," Roger said, walking up to Joanne slowly. She tittered and turned away.

"I don't know what you mean," Joanne said. "Though I do happen to be free tonight, so…"

"So I'll be picking you up around, eight?" Roger suggested casually. Joanne smiled. Elphaba chose this moment to throw her arms around Fiyero's neck, almost as if staking her claim. Fiyero understood her reasoning, so rather than sit there awkwardly, he held her back as Joanne and Roger started singing.

"Now that we've met one another…" Joanne sang.

"It's clear we deserve each other!" They both sang, walking closer. Joanne looked Roger over.

"You're perfect," she said. This wasn't strictly true, because Roger still had days where angsty depression and a desire to be only with his guitar settled in, and being HIV positive wasn't that much of a mood improver. The only reason Mimi let him do this is that he would spend the next two or three days making it up to her. And she didn't mind the way he made up one bit.

"You're perfect," Roger returned, smiling slightly. This wasn't that true, either, because Joanne was all-around obsessive compulsive, and had even stolen Collins' grade book (twice) and organized it because it was too messy. On top of that, she had actually shown up in court unprepared one of the days because organizing the grade book had taken the whole night.

"So we're perfect together!" This was a complete lie, because everyone had imagined what it would be like if Roger and Joanne were a couple, and Roger was having an angsty guitar day and Joanne was trying to get him to clean his room. It would be even worse than Maureen and Joanne on bad days. RogerxJoanne good days would make MoJo bad days look happy and fluffy. "Born to be forever dancing through life!"

They spun around, and then left. Maureen entered, pushing Mimi's chair.

"It's absurd!" the Drama Queen was saying. "This silly rich boy appears and everyone's off to worship him and some cultish social gathering!"

"Even me!" the CatScratch Queen gushed. "I'm going!" Maureen stared at Mimi as if she had just said she had gotten a tattoo of a squirrel on her face. "Isn't it wonderful? Boq was too shy to ask me at first, but once Galinda encouraged him-"

"Galinda?!" Maureen cut Mimi off, preparing to go on a rant of why she hated 'Galinda' with a passion.

"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful, Elphie!" Glinda did a puppy dog look for Elphaba.

"Glinda, now's not the best time to talk to me," Elphaba said softly, concentrating on the fact that Fiyero was not going out with Glinda, and that she loved him.

"Finally, for this one night, I'm about to have a fun night…" Mimi was singing. "With this Munchkin boy Galinda found for me…"

"Boq?" Nessa said quietly. "I have a favor to ask."

"What?" Boq glanced at Nessa.

"You know at the OzDust?" she continued.

"Yeah…" Boq looked at the stage again. Mimi was singing for Elphaba to see that they deserved each other, and didn't she see this was their chance?

"It's the only scene that you kind of maybe could potentially like me," Nessa said. "And I…"

"What?" Boq prompted.

"CanIholdyourhandatleastuntilMorribleenterspleaseitwouldmeanalotandIpromisetobecalmtherestofthenight…" Nessa looked away. Boq took a moment to translate what she actually said.

"…Fine," he said at last. "But you have to promise to let go after."

"I swear on the stripper," Nessa promised.

By now Mimi and Maureen had left, and Joanne was onstage with Angel acting as her friend. The MMToSL had been dragged onstage again, covered with various boxes and bags, suggesting that Joanne and Angel had been shopping. They were getting ready for the dance.

"Now I'll accesorify myself for Fiyero," Joanne said, bouncing a little bit. Angel turned to the Table and pulled the witch hat out of one of them.

"Galinda, what in Oz is this?" she demanded, giving the hat a little shake.

"It's the hat!" Glinda almost squealed.

"Yes, I can see it's the hat," Elphaba said, borderline sarcastic. More like she was undermining Glinda's intelligence.

"I'd give it away, but I don't hate anyone that much," Joanne said, flipping her hair again. Angel started bouncing herself.

"Yes, you do!" she said. Joanne froze.

"I couldn't…" Joanne said. "Could I?" The music started again, and Angel spun away and Maureen entered.

"Listen, Galinda, my sister and I were talking about you just now-" Maureen started, almost sheepishly, when Joanne cut her off.

"And I was just talking about you!" Joanne said, offering Maureen the hat. Maureen looked at it for a moment. "I thought you might want to wear this hat to the party tonight!" Maureen looked at the hat, looking kind of sad. Like she didn't want to take a gift from 'Galinda', but the hat was just too cute to pass up.

Glinda stole Elphaba's hat and tried to throw in onstage. It fell short, but everyone knew that the hat had been thrown at the stage. Joanne managed to continue on with the 'It's really, ah, sharp! Don't'cha think?' part as everyone else tried not to laugh.

"Glinda." Elphaba said, emotionless.Glinda giggled.

"Yes, Elphie?" she said happily.

"Go get my hat." The Witch said in the same tone. "Now." All of the blonde's girly giggling stopped, and she went and retrieved the hat as Joanne pressed the Boho Witch Hat into Maureen's hands.

"So, here! Out of the goodness of my heart!" And Joanne ran off stage. Glinda pointed at Joanne's back as she gave the hat back to Elphaba, as if to say, "I'm not afraid of you, I just did it out of the goodness of my heart!" Maureen stood there for a moment, staring at the hat like it was an injured puppy begging her to nurse it back to health. Roger poked Mark backstage.

"That's what you look like when looking at your scarf," he said. Mark shoved him.

"Shut up," he said, before spending a moment with Mr. Scarfykins to make sure his feelings weren't hurt.