Challenge 3 entry
Title: A Chance Encounter
Author: Holly [bohemian21]
Feedback: Makes me squeal like a fangirl.
Pairing: Mimi and Alison [but not Mimi/Alison]
Word Count: 520
Rating: We'll say PG, maybe PG-13 for a few swear words.
Genre: Drama, I guess?
Summary: "Of all the gin joints in all the world..."
Notes: My Adam Pascal lyric is from Ordinary Boy off of his album Model Prisoner.
Special Thanks: Thanks to Greens for starting the speed challenge community! :)
Spoilers: Nothing that you don't already know if you know the story.
Warnings: Mimi swears a few times, and there's mention of drug use.
Disclaimer: I don't own RENT, Wicked, The Wizard of Oz, Casablanca, or Ordinary Boy, all of which are mentioned/quoted at some point in here.
Mimi sat in the waiting room of the clinic. She was chewing her fingernails, nervous about getting the results of her latest t-cell count. She looked up when she heard the door open. A tall blonde woman with a cell phone glued to her ear walked through the door. She’s pretty, Mimi thought. She looks kind of familiar, but I just can’t place her… Maybe she’s been into the Cat Scratch or something. She definitely seems out of place here.
The blonde’s phone rang again. “Hello? Hey! Merry Christmas! Now sit and tell Santa what he’s gonna have to wait in line for this year.” The blonde laughed. “Somehow, I don’t see that happening.” She walked over to the reception window, and, covering her phone with her hand, said “Alison Grey-Coffin. I’ve got a 3:45 appointment.”
Alison Grey-Coffin?! Fuck! Mimi thought. “Of all the gin joints in all the world…” a woman from Westport whose marriage I probably ruined walks into an HIV clinic on the Lower East Side. Mimi paled. It’s probably my fault she’s here… Holy shit. I hope she doesn’t want to talk to me… What do I say to her?
After hanging up the phone, Alison sat down next to Mimi, leaving a chair between them. “Hey,” she said with a smile. Alison was beautiful, Mimi had to admit that. “I’m Alison,” she said, extending a hand.
“Mimi,” Mimi replied, taking Alison’s hand, hoping furiously that Alison didn’t notice that she was blushing.
“Mimi…” Alison said, mulling the name over. A look of shock crossed her face. “Mimi from the Cat Scratch Club? The same Mimi who…” She trailed off.
Mimi nodded sadly. “Yeah. I’m sorry. I’m not proud of any of it. In fact, it’s probably my fault that you’re here… I was usually high, and not so careful about protection. I was only thinking about myself, and not you…”
“It wasn’t you.” Alison looked at Mimi. “I did this to myself. Before I was married. I just didn’t know it at the time.” Alison chuckled a little at the look on Mimi’s face. “Fate twists; nobody’s watching, right? I got tired of being everyone’s cash cow, and picked up a nasty drug habit. I got clean, but not before I got HIV from a dirty needle.”
Mimi nodded. “I’m sorry - I know what you went through. I got infected by a dirty needle, too.” Mimi was still a little thrown by the fact that, of all the people she could be talking to right now, she was talking to Alison Grey-Coffin.
Alison noticed Mimi’s unease, and reached over, touching her arm gently. “You don’t have to be so nervous. I know we’re an oddly matched pair, but I’m not the Wicked Witch of the West, despite what you may have heard.”
Mimi chuckled. “Of course you’re not the Wicked Witch of the West - you’re blonde and popular. You'd be Galinda.”
They chatted a few more minutes until Mimi’s name was called. Alison wished her luck, and watched her walk away. Her phone rang again. “Hello? Hey! You will never believe who I just met…”
Author: Holly [bohemian21]
Feedback: Makes me squeal like a fangirl.
Pairing: Mimi and Alison [but not Mimi/Alison]
Word Count: 520
Rating: We'll say PG, maybe PG-13 for a few swear words.
Genre: Drama, I guess?
Summary: "Of all the gin joints in all the world..."
Notes: My Adam Pascal lyric is from Ordinary Boy off of his album Model Prisoner.
Special Thanks: Thanks to Greens for starting the speed challenge community! :)
Spoilers: Nothing that you don't already know if you know the story.
Warnings: Mimi swears a few times, and there's mention of drug use.
Disclaimer: I don't own RENT, Wicked, The Wizard of Oz, Casablanca, or Ordinary Boy, all of which are mentioned/quoted at some point in here.
Mimi sat in the waiting room of the clinic. She was chewing her fingernails, nervous about getting the results of her latest t-cell count. She looked up when she heard the door open. A tall blonde woman with a cell phone glued to her ear walked through the door. She’s pretty, Mimi thought. She looks kind of familiar, but I just can’t place her… Maybe she’s been into the Cat Scratch or something. She definitely seems out of place here.
The blonde’s phone rang again. “Hello? Hey! Merry Christmas! Now sit and tell Santa what he’s gonna have to wait in line for this year.” The blonde laughed. “Somehow, I don’t see that happening.” She walked over to the reception window, and, covering her phone with her hand, said “Alison Grey-Coffin. I’ve got a 3:45 appointment.”
Alison Grey-Coffin?! Fuck! Mimi thought. “Of all the gin joints in all the world…” a woman from Westport whose marriage I probably ruined walks into an HIV clinic on the Lower East Side. Mimi paled. It’s probably my fault she’s here… Holy shit. I hope she doesn’t want to talk to me… What do I say to her?
After hanging up the phone, Alison sat down next to Mimi, leaving a chair between them. “Hey,” she said with a smile. Alison was beautiful, Mimi had to admit that. “I’m Alison,” she said, extending a hand.
“Mimi,” Mimi replied, taking Alison’s hand, hoping furiously that Alison didn’t notice that she was blushing.
“Mimi…” Alison said, mulling the name over. A look of shock crossed her face. “Mimi from the Cat Scratch Club? The same Mimi who…” She trailed off.
Mimi nodded sadly. “Yeah. I’m sorry. I’m not proud of any of it. In fact, it’s probably my fault that you’re here… I was usually high, and not so careful about protection. I was only thinking about myself, and not you…”
“It wasn’t you.” Alison looked at Mimi. “I did this to myself. Before I was married. I just didn’t know it at the time.” Alison chuckled a little at the look on Mimi’s face. “Fate twists; nobody’s watching, right? I got tired of being everyone’s cash cow, and picked up a nasty drug habit. I got clean, but not before I got HIV from a dirty needle.”
Mimi nodded. “I’m sorry - I know what you went through. I got infected by a dirty needle, too.” Mimi was still a little thrown by the fact that, of all the people she could be talking to right now, she was talking to Alison Grey-Coffin.
Alison noticed Mimi’s unease, and reached over, touching her arm gently. “You don’t have to be so nervous. I know we’re an oddly matched pair, but I’m not the Wicked Witch of the West, despite what you may have heard.”
Mimi chuckled. “Of course you’re not the Wicked Witch of the West - you’re blonde and popular. You'd be Galinda.”
They chatted a few more minutes until Mimi’s name was called. Alison wished her luck, and watched her walk away. Her phone rang again. “Hello? Hey! You will never believe who I just met…”