Title: A Very Merry Christmas
Author: ~Dancing~Through~Life~
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Rent
Pairing: Maureen/Joanne
Chapters: 10
Disclaimer: I don't own Rent or the characters. =(
Summary: A little Christmas fic about how Joanne and Maureen met.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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Joanne turned in her seat to find the source of the sudden noise increase. The door had opened, and a flurry of snow entered with a group of people. They were laughing and trying to get inside fast to avoid the cold. One of the people in the group shut the door quickly to keep the frigid air out of the café.
The group slowly discarded unneeded garments, brushing snow off of each other's shoulders, laughing all the while. As hats and coats were removed, Joanne's eyes widened in shock. This was the group she had seen last year on Christmas.
As Joanne watched, random people started jumping up and pushing tables together. Others rolled their eyes and groaned aloud, and some even rose and abruptly left the café. But the group seemed oblivious to all these reactions, as they sat at the tables. Their conversation was very animated, and there was a blond man with glasses and a scarf filming the whole thing.
Joanne sat for a while, quietly sipping her cocoa and watching them interestedly. After the initial shock, she realized that it was nice to finally be on the inside; to see them and know what they were like after remembering them only as an image through a window for a year. It gave her an odd cozy feeling, even though she was not a part of their group. In fact, she was the only person left in the café that was not sitting at the long row of tables. Everyone else had either joined them at their table or left in a huff.
She banished the thought however, when one of the men in the group actually stood up on one of the tables. Joanne watched, a little shocked that the management had not kicked them out yet. But some of the waiters were watching from the kitchen door, grinning as though this was a natural occurrence. Remembering how she had seen one of the men on the table the year before, Joanne looked back to the group and waited to see what would happen next. Last year she had not stayed long enough to see what the man was actually doing up on the table, and was interested to finally find out.
The person on the table was a big black man with a deep voice that somehow made her feel comforted, even at her own lonely table. Joanne couldn't quite make out what he was saying, but she did catch the name 'Maureen,' and the phrase 'successful protest for gay rights.'
Joanne found herself startled as the man got down and a woman took his place on the table. Gay rights? This had taken an interesting turn. Joanne had realized early on that being a lesbian was not well accepted in her line of business, and she had learned to keep it to herself. But these people accepted it and even fought for it's acceptance from others. She watched intently. She brushed the interest off on her lawyer side wanting more information, thought she secretly knew that what she wanted was her own acceptance.
The woman, whom Joanne assumed was Maureen, was now making some sort of rambling acceptance speech. She was talking loudly and gesturing animatedly with her hands. The speech was strange, and very random, beginning with thanking all her friends and talking about her next protest, then veering off about...cows of all things. She finally finished with an odd sort of pole dance combined with the robot, and climbed off the table among the cheers and pats on the back from her friends.
But as Maureen was stepping down off the table, she turned, almost as though she had felt eyes on her. Her gaze locked with Joanne's and Joanne flushed and quickly ducked her head. She took a hasty gulp of cocoa, wincing when it burned going down. She hoped that her retreat had been hasty enough, but as the heard boots clomping over to her table, she knew that it had not worked.
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