A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, a lot has been going on. Mostly with my new story Chicken Soup for the Bohemian Soul. Anyway, I wasn't quite sure where to go with this chapter, so if it seems a little weird, I'm sorry. Oh, in case you haven't noticed I'm basing the character of Mrs. Jefferson on another mother…one from my favorite ABC family show. Guess her name, and the next chapter is automatically dedicated to you! Ok, so R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own RENT, or the song Dancing Queen. :D

"What do you mean Mrs. Jefferson?" asked Maureen. Apparently, Mrs. Jefferson hadn't heard her.

"Look at this place! It's a mess! My beautiful walls and ceiling and…my chandelier!" whined Mrs. Jefferson. Mr. Jefferson was silently laughing again.

"It's okay Mom," said Joanne. "The maid will clean up everything."

"And I have an idea where to go since we haven't eaten dinner yet!" said Maureen.

"Maureen…" whispered Joanne. "Please don't say what I think you're going to say."

"Greasy Mike's BBQ Steakhouse!" exclaimed Maureen.

"I refuse to go to eat anything at a place with the words greasy and BBQ in the title!" said Mrs. Jefferson.

"Oh, come now honey. It could be fun!" said Mr. Jefferson.

"Fun? FUN! It will not be fun!" said Mrs. Jefferson.

"Why don't we talk about it…alone? Excuse us girls," said Mr. Jefferson. They went into the den.

"Maureen! What were you thinking? You snuck that smelly cat into the car before the animal shelter could pick it up didn't you? And you've been planning all this to make my mother furious!" said Joanne.

"Okay, first of all, the smelly cat's name is Mittens! And second of all, I was just having a little fun!" said Maureen.

"A little fun? Maureen, do you even want my mother to accept us?" asked Joanne.

"No. I just want to make her go crazy," said Maureen with a smile.

"Wouldn't you rather she accept us?" asked Joanne.

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because I know your mother will never accept us no matter how hard I try! I always have to do something or other to please her. I always have to do things that aren't like me for her to accept me, and after tonight, she never will accept me. And I don't care!" said Maureen. At that moment Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson walked in.

"So girls, are we ready to go?" asked Mr. Jefferson.

"Yes," mumbled Maureen and Joanne. Mrs. Jefferson had a look on her face that said she really didn't want to go, and her husband talked her into it some way or another. They got into the car anyway.

"There's that awful smell again!" said Mrs. Jefferson. Joanne scowled and started up the car. Maureen smiled. So, Mittens didn't run away after all.

"Now girls, tonight since you are our guests, we'll get the bill at the restaurant," said Mr. Jefferson. This put a smile on Maureen's face.

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The Jefferson's and Maureen walked into Greasy Mike's BBQ Steakhouse.

"Oh, it smells worse in here than in the car," said Mrs. Jefferson.

"How many?" asked the waitress.

"Four," said Joanne.

"Smoking or non?" asked the waitress.

Maureen said smoking the same time as Mrs. Jefferson said non.

"We'll take NON smoking please," said Mrs. Jefferson. Maureen mumbled a word that sounded dangerously like bitch under her breath.

"What was that dear?" asked Mrs. Jefferson in a fake sweet voice.

"Nothing," said Maureen fake smiling.

They were seated.

"Oh I'm starving," complained Mrs. Jefferson. She looked at the menu. Her face wrinkled in disgust.

"This looks interesting," said Mr. Jefferson.

Soon, everyone knew what they wanted. The waitress came over.

"What drinks would you like to start off with?" she asked.

Everyone said water, except Maureen.

"I'll have a beer," she said. The waitress left.

"So, where are you girls living these days?" asked Mr. Jefferson.

"We have an apartment on 16th street," said Joanne. "There's a great view of the city around there."

"Oh yea, people get mugged right out our window!" said Maureen.

"Maureen…" mumbled Joanne.

"Why, that's terrible! You must not live in a good area," said Mrs. Jefferson.

"Oh no it's a great area! We're in walking distance of our friend's apartment. Roger, Mark, and Collins. Roger had AIDS, and just got out of withdrawal. He's dating a stripper named Mimi who also has AIDS. Collins is gay, had AIDS, and is dating our other friend Angel. He's a drag queen, and he has AIDS too!" said Maureen. Mrs. Jefferson looked like she was about to faint. Luckily the drinks arrived.

"What would you all like to eat?" asked the waitress.

"I'll have the grilled chicken sandwich with lettuce and mayonnaise," said Mr. Jefferson.

"I'll have the grilled chicken ceaser salad," said Joanne.

"I'll have nothing, thank you," said Mrs. Jefferson.

"You just said you were starving, honey!" said Mr. Jefferson.

"Not anymore," mumbled Mrs. Jefferson.

Ignoring her, Maureen said, "I'll have the Greasy Mike's bottomless greasy BBQ chicken platter. You know, the one that's $30.00. Oh, and could I have one of those kid's placemats with crayons?"

"Coming right up," said the waitress with a smile.

Everyone was speechless, so they all sipped their water quietly. Maureen gulped down her beer and asked for another, and another, and another, and another. Meanwhile, she wrote swears on the placemat. After a half an hour of waiting for their food, it came. By the time it did, Maureen was flat out drunk.

"YES! THE FOOD'S HERE!" yelled Maureen.

"Maureen, quiet down," said Joanne.

"NNNNNNO!" said Maureen. She began to eat her dinner very sloppily. She got sauce all over her clothing and face. She chewed with her mouth open. She chewed noisily. Mrs. Jefferson thought she was going to have a heart attack. Maureen jumped up on the table. She began to perform her protest.

"Last night, I had a dreeeeeam!" she yelled. "I found myself in a dessert called Cyberland. It was hot, my canteen had sprung a leek and I was thirsty! Speaking of thirsty, can I get another beer?"

"I think you've had enough beer Maureen, now get down!" said Joanne.

"NO!" she began to sing. "DANCING QUEEN! PICK UP YOUR TAMBORINE! EAT A CLEMENTEENE!"

The waitress came over. Maureen kissed her on the lips.

"Maureen!" said Joanne. "That's it we're getting out of here." Joanne dragged Maureen out of the restaurant, leaving her parents to pay the $142.00 bill, and the waitress standing there, shocked.