rent_100 // National Annoy Benny Day // 050 spade
Title: National Annoy Benny Day
Author: Sarah
Rating: PG13
Words: 867
Characters: Maureen/Mark, Roger, Benny
Summary: Maureen has a stroke of genius when Benny cheats at cards.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rent.
Mark’s ears caught the sound waves coming from the other room. He knew that Maureen, Benny, and Roger were playing a card game. Knowing it would most likely end in a fight, he opted to sit out and edit film.
“Bullshit!” Roger.
“Damn.” Maureen.
“Three queens.” Benny.
“Bullshit!” Maureen again.
“Nope.” Benny again.
“Dammit, I hate this game.” Maureen.
Laughter. Roger.
“Shut up, Rog.” Mark could hear his girlfriend’s voice getting louder. “Benny, you’re such a cheater.”
“Maureen, don’t throw the cards.” Roger.
“I didn’t cheat!”
Mark looked up when he heard his bedroom door open and saw Maureen stomp in. The door slammed and she plopped on the bed next to Mark. “So how is Benny a cheater?”
“It’s unbelievable,” she vented. “Every time he dealt, he always got the pretty card so he could go first.”
“Pretty card?”
“You know, the one ace that’s black and all fancy.”
“The ace of spades?”
“Yeah, that’s the one.”
“Maureen, it’s just a game,” Mark reasoned. “Don’t worry.”
“I swear he was cheating though,” she said. “He would say he was putting down two cards, but it would look like more. I’d bull him on it, he’d flip the first two cards, and he’d be right. That’s cheating.”
Mark nodded. “Benny does that a lot. That’s why I didn’t want to play.”
“Is tomorrow his early shift?”
“Yeah, why?”
A devious grin flashed across her face. “I think we ought to celebrate my favorite holiday.
***
Maureen woke Mark up at 6:30 am, twenty minutes after Benny left. He groggily rose and shoved his glasses on. Maureen had left the room, probably to wake Roger. Knowing him, he’d be more than willing to assist in pissing off Benny.
“So what did you have in mind?” Roger asked.
“Do you have itching powder?” Maureen inquired.
“Why would Roger randomly have itching powder?” Mark pondered.
“Actually, I just happen to have some in my room.”
“Why?”
“A few of my band mates were playing tricks on people.”
“Great,” Maureen grinned, “we can put it in his sheets.”
“No, I have a better idea,” Roger smiled wider. “When Benny works this shift, he leaves out the clothes he wants to wear after work.”
“Oh yeah,” Mark nodded, “because he takes a shower after work.”
“Awesome,” Maureen smiled, “we’ll put it in his boxers.”
***
Maureen, Mark, and Roger sat on the couch when Benny came home. They waited impatiently for him to come across all of the oddities that they had prepared for National Annoy Benny Day.
After greeting the trio on the couch, Benny headed into the small room he shared with Collins when he wasn’t teaching. The clothes he had laid out in the morning still sat neatly on his bed. Realizing he hadn’t put out socks, he opened his sock drawer and found… boxers. He pulled open his underwear drawer, which now contained his socks.
“Weird,” he muttered, tossing a pair of socks onto his bed. He quickly checked his other drawers. His clothes were in their proper places, but folded wrong. This had to be Mark. He was the only person Benny ever told that the shirtsleeves had to face the right. They were currently facing the left. “I’ll get it later,” he said out loud, gathering his clothes and towel.
Benny stepped out of his room, silence filling the loft as soon as he was present. The trio’s whispering and giggling hushed.
“What are you talking about?” he raised his eyebrows.
“We were just discussing how small Mark’s penis is,” Roger informed, cuing Mark’s face to turn a few different shades of red.
“Actually, it’s pretty-” Maureen was cut off by Mark’s hand covering her mouth.
“Whatever,” Benny rolled his eyes. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“Have fun,” Roger said in a sing-song voice as Benny entered the bathroom.
Shutting the door,” Benny dropped his clothes and headed towards the shower. Roger’s t-shirts and dirty jeans littered the floor. Carefully stepping over them, Benny yanked back the shower curtain. Maureen’s bras and panties hung on the faucets and knobs. Blushing slightly, he used the tips of his fingers to remove them and toss them across the bathroom. Pulling off his clothes, he climbed into the shower and turned the water on. Expecting a warm current, the freezing moisture that hit him took Benny by surprise. “I hate having so many roommates,” he muttered, showering quickly. After he dried off, Benny dressed and entered the living room.
“Surprise!” Mark, Roger, and Maureen said from the couch. In his absence, the three had put out a homemade cake and sign that said “Happy National Annoy Benny Day”.
Benny laughed. That explained the switched drawers, mis-folded clothes, and the bathroom. “You guys are real funny,” he took a seat in the recliner as Mark cut the cake. The four ate and discussed Maureen’s stroke of genius.
“That’ll teach you not to cheat playing cards,” she grinned.
Benny knew not to argue with her. He shifted his position again, trying to get comfortable.
“Something wrong?” Roger raised his eyebrows. “You keep fidgeting.”
Benny shook his head, moving again. “No, it’s- it’s just that my balls are really itchy.”
Fin
Author: Sarah
Rating: PG13
Words: 867
Characters: Maureen/Mark, Roger, Benny
Summary: Maureen has a stroke of genius when Benny cheats at cards.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rent.
Mark’s ears caught the sound waves coming from the other room. He knew that Maureen, Benny, and Roger were playing a card game. Knowing it would most likely end in a fight, he opted to sit out and edit film.
“Bullshit!” Roger.
“Damn.” Maureen.
“Three queens.” Benny.
“Bullshit!” Maureen again.
“Nope.” Benny again.
“Dammit, I hate this game.” Maureen.
Laughter. Roger.
“Shut up, Rog.” Mark could hear his girlfriend’s voice getting louder. “Benny, you’re such a cheater.”
“Maureen, don’t throw the cards.” Roger.
“I didn’t cheat!”
Mark looked up when he heard his bedroom door open and saw Maureen stomp in. The door slammed and she plopped on the bed next to Mark. “So how is Benny a cheater?”
“It’s unbelievable,” she vented. “Every time he dealt, he always got the pretty card so he could go first.”
“Pretty card?”
“You know, the one ace that’s black and all fancy.”
“The ace of spades?”
“Yeah, that’s the one.”
“Maureen, it’s just a game,” Mark reasoned. “Don’t worry.”
“I swear he was cheating though,” she said. “He would say he was putting down two cards, but it would look like more. I’d bull him on it, he’d flip the first two cards, and he’d be right. That’s cheating.”
Mark nodded. “Benny does that a lot. That’s why I didn’t want to play.”
“Is tomorrow his early shift?”
“Yeah, why?”
A devious grin flashed across her face. “I think we ought to celebrate my favorite holiday.
***
Maureen woke Mark up at 6:30 am, twenty minutes after Benny left. He groggily rose and shoved his glasses on. Maureen had left the room, probably to wake Roger. Knowing him, he’d be more than willing to assist in pissing off Benny.
“So what did you have in mind?” Roger asked.
“Do you have itching powder?” Maureen inquired.
“Why would Roger randomly have itching powder?” Mark pondered.
“Actually, I just happen to have some in my room.”
“Why?”
“A few of my band mates were playing tricks on people.”
“Great,” Maureen grinned, “we can put it in his sheets.”
“No, I have a better idea,” Roger smiled wider. “When Benny works this shift, he leaves out the clothes he wants to wear after work.”
“Oh yeah,” Mark nodded, “because he takes a shower after work.”
“Awesome,” Maureen smiled, “we’ll put it in his boxers.”
***
Maureen, Mark, and Roger sat on the couch when Benny came home. They waited impatiently for him to come across all of the oddities that they had prepared for National Annoy Benny Day.
After greeting the trio on the couch, Benny headed into the small room he shared with Collins when he wasn’t teaching. The clothes he had laid out in the morning still sat neatly on his bed. Realizing he hadn’t put out socks, he opened his sock drawer and found… boxers. He pulled open his underwear drawer, which now contained his socks.
“Weird,” he muttered, tossing a pair of socks onto his bed. He quickly checked his other drawers. His clothes were in their proper places, but folded wrong. This had to be Mark. He was the only person Benny ever told that the shirtsleeves had to face the right. They were currently facing the left. “I’ll get it later,” he said out loud, gathering his clothes and towel.
Benny stepped out of his room, silence filling the loft as soon as he was present. The trio’s whispering and giggling hushed.
“What are you talking about?” he raised his eyebrows.
“We were just discussing how small Mark’s penis is,” Roger informed, cuing Mark’s face to turn a few different shades of red.
“Actually, it’s pretty-” Maureen was cut off by Mark’s hand covering her mouth.
“Whatever,” Benny rolled his eyes. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“Have fun,” Roger said in a sing-song voice as Benny entered the bathroom.
Shutting the door,” Benny dropped his clothes and headed towards the shower. Roger’s t-shirts and dirty jeans littered the floor. Carefully stepping over them, Benny yanked back the shower curtain. Maureen’s bras and panties hung on the faucets and knobs. Blushing slightly, he used the tips of his fingers to remove them and toss them across the bathroom. Pulling off his clothes, he climbed into the shower and turned the water on. Expecting a warm current, the freezing moisture that hit him took Benny by surprise. “I hate having so many roommates,” he muttered, showering quickly. After he dried off, Benny dressed and entered the living room.
“Surprise!” Mark, Roger, and Maureen said from the couch. In his absence, the three had put out a homemade cake and sign that said “Happy National Annoy Benny Day”.
Benny laughed. That explained the switched drawers, mis-folded clothes, and the bathroom. “You guys are real funny,” he took a seat in the recliner as Mark cut the cake. The four ate and discussed Maureen’s stroke of genius.
“That’ll teach you not to cheat playing cards,” she grinned.
Benny knew not to argue with her. He shifted his position again, trying to get comfortable.
“Something wrong?” Roger raised his eyebrows. “You keep fidgeting.”
Benny shook his head, moving again. “No, it’s- it’s just that my balls are really itchy.”
Fin