Hey RENTheads! Here is some pointless fluff. Happy Thanksgiving!
Angel was hanging up ornaments, humming to herself. She held up a crystal red ball, examined it, and hung it up. "What's this one, baby?" she asked Collins, who was sorting through a box of ornaments as well.
"Oh, it was my mother's. My dad gave it to her on their wedding day," he answered, hanging a blue icicle on a branch.
All of a sudden, a very frazzled Mimi burst into the loft. "I'VE HAD IT ROGER!" she screamed.
The rocker followed close behind her, yelling out his fair share of profanities. "MIMI! THAT'S IT!"
"Woah, woah. What's up?" Angel came in between the couple.
Mimi groaned, "Roger was flirting with a bartender."
Angel glanced at Roger, who shrugged, "She had been ignoring me all morning. I needed my fill."
"You needed your fill?!" Mimi threw her hands in the air with frustration.
Just then, Maureen and Joanne filed in the loft. "It's only Thanksgiving, why are you guys decorating your tree already?"
Collins shrugged, "No time like the present."
When Joanne threw a questioning look at the fighting couple, Angel explained, "Roger flirted with someone."
Maureen groaned, "Arrg. Don't these children know what commitment means?"
Even Roger and Mimi stopped arguing to stare at Maureen. "What?" she asked.
Angel rolled her eyes, and Roger and Mimi continued to scream. "Hey! Hey!" Collins called. "Not on Thanksgiving!" Collins had had enough. He very well knew that this was Angel's last. "We should be thankful for the friends that we do have, and the happy relationships that we're all lucky as hell to be in."
Mimi nodded, "You're right," turning to Roger, she said, "I'm sorry, I overreacted."
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. You're more than enough for me," Roger apologized.
"Oh, baby," Mimi sighed and pulled Roger into a passionate kiss. When lack of air forced them apart, Mimi and Roger decided to go back to their apartment. Eventually, Maureen and Joanne left as well.
"That was very cheesy of you," Angel said, "but I appreciated it nevertheless."
"What do you mean? How was that cheesy?" Collins said, pulling Angel up onto his lap.
The drag queen laughed, "We should be thankful for the friends that we do have, and the happy relationships that we're all lucky as hell to be in," she mimicked.
Collins winced at the sound of his words, "Yeah, it is cheesy."
Angel kissed him softly, "I love you."
Collins grinned and kissed her back, "I have a deep regard for you as well."
Angel's eyes got big, "What was that?" she said sarcastically.
"I love you, Angelcake," he said.
"Oh, well in that case…." She fingered the collar of his shirt. Then she got up off his lap suddenly, and ran off into the kitchen. "I'll get the cookies!"
Collins was left in the dust, "Damn it Angel! You're such a tease." He walked into the kitchen after her.
"That's why you love me," she smirked.
Collins started kissing her neck softly, when a voice came from the corner of the room. "Uh, guys?"
The couple turned around to see Mark, sitting in a chair in the corner. "Mark?" Angel asked.
"How long have you been here? I didn't notice you," Collins said.
Mark sighed, "I was here when you got here. Hello? My apartment," he gestured to the room he was sitting in.
Angel giggled sheepishly. "Sorry, Mark."
Mark adjusted the lens on his camera, "No problem. The fluff is great."
Collins rolled his eyes and grabbed Angel's hand. Leading her out the door, he said, "Yeah, we're leaving. Happy Thanksgiving, Mark."
Mark was left alone in the drafty loft. "Happy Thanksgiving," he muttered to himself.