RENT: Indelicate
Jun. 11th, 2007 03:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
find_rightbrainTitle: Indelicate
Characters/Pairing: Benny/Maureen, Roger
Word Count: 144
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Roger is apparently five years old. Especially when drunk.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writing_game prompt "indelicate" and fanfic100 prompt #50.
Disclaimer: Don't own Rent.
"You like Maureen, don't you?" Roger asked, eying Benny over his cards, and Benny simply sighed. Roger kept bringing this up whenever he got bored - it was just one of those things he refused to let go.
"She's Mark's girlfriend," Benny said, a little wearily.
"So? That doesn't answer the question."
"So," Benny said, placing the ace of spades on the table, "I'm not going to make a pass at Maureen."
"You like her though, don't you?"
"Of course I like her. She's my roommate. You've got to actually put a card on the table, you know."
Roger did so, though without pausing in his interrogation. "That's not what I mean, y'know. You like her."
Benny sighed, again. "Yes, I like Maureen. Alright."
"You want to fuck her."
Benny stared at him. "Roger," he said slowly, "just how drunk are you right now?"
Characters/Pairing: Benny/Maureen, Roger
Word Count: 144
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Roger is apparently five years old. Especially when drunk.
Notes: Written for
writing_game prompt "indelicate" and fanfic100 prompt #50.Disclaimer: Don't own Rent.
"You like Maureen, don't you?" Roger asked, eying Benny over his cards, and Benny simply sighed. Roger kept bringing this up whenever he got bored - it was just one of those things he refused to let go.
"She's Mark's girlfriend," Benny said, a little wearily.
"So? That doesn't answer the question."
"So," Benny said, placing the ace of spades on the table, "I'm not going to make a pass at Maureen."
"You like her though, don't you?"
"Of course I like her. She's my roommate. You've got to actually put a card on the table, you know."
Roger did so, though without pausing in his interrogation. "That's not what I mean, y'know. You like her."
Benny sighed, again. "Yes, I like Maureen. Alright."
"You want to fuck her."
Benny stared at him. "Roger," he said slowly, "just how drunk are you right now?"