Title: Alphabet City Alphabet

Author: ello luv

Summary: A look into out favourite Bohemians' lives

Disclaimer: I do not own Rent. Many thanks go out to Jonathan Larson for creating such a wonderful masterpiece. If only he could have seen his dream come to fruition.

D is for Drunk

Mark tipped back the Styrofoam cup, letting the last bit of Stoli roll down his throat. He let the cup slip from his fingertips and dropped backwards, falling against something solid. Correction, someone. The person grunted when the back of Mark's head hit his chest.

"Rog?" the filmmaker slurred. Another grunt was the response.

"Mkay," Mark mumbled, watching Mimi and Angel dance around the loft. Collins was sitting cross-legged on the floor, joint between his lips, unfocused eyes trained on the dancing Angel. Joanne and Maureen were cuddled on the couch, giggling wildly. Mark surveyed the scene before him, eyes drooping and sleepy. Suddenly, the support that was Roger disappeared as the guitarist flopped backwards. Mark gave a small yelp and followed, his head landing on Roger's stomach.

Mark fell asleep to the sounds of drunken giggling and the feel of calloused fingers combing clumsily through his hair.