I feel like doing some memes! Because classes are done (mostly; one more lecture tomorrow that I don't have to pay attention to totally doesn't count), and I don't feel like starting final papers tonight
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Joanne and MaureenharmonyangelMay 22 2011, 07:00:18 UTC
Joanne sat in the coffee shop with her cup clutched in both hands. Maureen was already ten minutes late. Joanne tried not to be surprised. In the few weeks she'd known her, Maureen had never been on time for anything. But it didn't make her any less anxious.
She wished she had a cigarette. That would give her something to do with her hands. But she'd quit six months earlier, and she wasn't about to give up that accomplishment over a flighty straight girl.
"I want to go out with you," Maureen had said, when Joanne had successfully bargained down the judge on her public indecency fine. "You're not my lawyer anymore, right? That's allowed."
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Joanne had pointed out.
"Oh, him. Whatever. You're way hotter than he is. Why do you think I wrote down your number from that flier? Great picture, by the way."
"Sorry, Ms. Johnson," Joanne had replied, exercising an amount of self-restraint even her parents would find admirable. "I don't date curious straight girls. And I especially don't date curious straight girls with boyfriends. Call me when that changes."
And now Maureen had. Called her, that is. And told her she had big news, that she wanted to meet up for coffee to share. And Joanne had, against her better judgment, agreed.
It was another ten minutes before Maureen finally swept into the coffee shop, letting in a gust of November chill with her. "Joanne!" she exclaimed, racing over to the table.
"Hello, Maureen," Joanne said, calm as possible in the face of her exuberance.
"First of all," Maureen said, still a little breathless, "I wanted you to know that I broke up with Mark today. And I broke up with him because I really, really want to be with you. I don't believe in labels or whatever, but I am fully conscious of the fact that you are a woman, and that does not stop me from wanting to fuck you. Which I think makes me gay enough, honestly. So I guess what I'm trying to say is, can I kiss you now?"
Joanne stared at Maureen the way she was sure a condemned man would stare at the gallows. The incredibly sexy, confident, persuasive gallows. Maureen Johnson would be the death of her, but there was no way Joanne was going to be able to say no.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Joanne asked, with her best faked bravado.
Maureen smiled with all her teeth, leaned across the table, and planted a kiss on Joanne's kips worthy of a movie climax.
Doom, as it turned out, tasted like menthol and cotton candy lip gloss.
Re: Joanne and MaureenharmonyangelMay 22 2011, 19:25:28 UTC
I'm glad you liked them! Joanne is my second-favorite character in RENT, after Mark, but I've never actually written her, so it was fun to get the chance.
Re: Joanne and MaureenlikeadeuceMay 22 2011, 15:31:27 UTC
These voices are great. I especially love Maureen's "I'm fully conscious of the fact that you are a woman" like she didn't want there to be any CONFUSION on that point.
She wished she had a cigarette. That would give her something to do with her hands. But she'd quit six months earlier, and she wasn't about to give up that accomplishment over a flighty straight girl.
"I want to go out with you," Maureen had said, when Joanne had successfully bargained down the judge on her public indecency fine. "You're not my lawyer anymore, right? That's allowed."
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Joanne had pointed out.
"Oh, him. Whatever. You're way hotter than he is. Why do you think I wrote down your number from that flier? Great picture, by the way."
"Sorry, Ms. Johnson," Joanne had replied, exercising an amount of self-restraint even her parents would find admirable. "I don't date curious straight girls. And I especially don't date curious straight girls with boyfriends. Call me when that changes."
And now Maureen had. Called her, that is. And told her she had big news, that she wanted to meet up for coffee to share. And Joanne had, against her better judgment, agreed.
It was another ten minutes before Maureen finally swept into the coffee shop, letting in a gust of November chill with her. "Joanne!" she exclaimed, racing over to the table.
"Hello, Maureen," Joanne said, calm as possible in the face of her exuberance.
"First of all," Maureen said, still a little breathless, "I wanted you to know that I broke up with Mark today. And I broke up with him because I really, really want to be with you. I don't believe in labels or whatever, but I am fully conscious of the fact that you are a woman, and that does not stop me from wanting to fuck you. Which I think makes me gay enough, honestly. So I guess what I'm trying to say is, can I kiss you now?"
Joanne stared at Maureen the way she was sure a condemned man would stare at the gallows. The incredibly sexy, confident, persuasive gallows. Maureen Johnson would be the death of her, but there was no way Joanne was going to be able to say no.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Joanne asked, with her best faked bravado.
Maureen smiled with all her teeth, leaned across the table, and planted a kiss on Joanne's kips worthy of a movie climax.
Doom, as it turned out, tasted like menthol and cotton candy lip gloss.
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Joanne/Maureen FTW!
I particularly liked the line about "The incredibly sexy, confident, persuasive gallows." So hilarious!
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