Roger Davis enters the Life to find it very packed. "No tables I presume?" he asks the doorman, receiving a far too satisfied "afraid not." "Damn it!" He curses softly, he needed to relax badly, and the truth was, the life cafe was one of the only places outside of the loft where he felt comfortable. The rocker turns to leave, angrily shoving his hands into the pockets of his jean-jacket until the corner of his gaze catches the sight of a familiar face
He shoots a triumphant smirk at the door-man "I'm with her." He says, motioning towards the drag queen seated at back of the room. Then, with out awaiting any sort of response, Roger strides past the clearly frustrated doorman, waving to his friend. "Hey! Fancy meeting you here..." he exclaims cheerfully once he'd reached her, and then grabbing an empty chair that from a nearby table he lowers himself into it. . "Angel...I swear the day you don't have a brand new style will be a sad day indeed." he says, realizes a moment later just how truly sad that would be, but he forces that thought from his mind
"Hi honey!" Angel laughs, offering him a sip of her coffee. "And what brings you to the life café on such a lovely afternoon?"
"Lovely day my ass." Roger says with a smirk, nodding towards the nearest window. It was hot, muggy and miserable outside, and it looked it. Accepting a small sip of Angel's coffee, he shakes his head as his friend asks what had brought him here. "Mimi and I got in a huge argument last night." he replies. "and I figured that it would probably do me some good to get out."
"An argument?" Angel asks, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, do tell!"
Roger finds himself shaking head again, his hair falling into his eyes. "Honestly, I hardly even remember what it was about." he answers honestly. "Mimi was already in a bad mood when I came home last night, let me tell you, girls are such a pain!"
"What did you just say about girls?" Angel asks, her tone taking on a mock sternness as she crosses her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes into two dangerously attenuated slits as she glares across the table at Roger..
"Err..." Roger stutters, sitting up straight in his chair. "I err...you dont...i mean...I meant...shit!" He knew he was just digging his own grave. His eyes shift back and fourth, trying to find a good excuse, a subject change or an exit. When he found none, he just stared at his feet.
"It's okay honey" Angel says, breaking the act. "I was just teasing you, you know It'll take a lot more than that to piss me off." The drag queen smiles, placing a gentle hand on Roger's shoulder. "Still though, you ARE going to have to make it up to me."
"And how exactly am I going to go about doing that?" Roger asks cautiously, praying silently that his friend wouldn't come up with anything too terribly outrageous.
"Well…" Angel replies, pausing for a moment and pretending to give it deep thought despite the fact that she and Roger both knew that she already had something in mind. "I was going to go get my nails done this afternoon; I thought maybe you would come along."
And with that Roger bursts out laughing, surely she was joking, she had to be.
"What's so funny" Angel questions, tilting her head ever so slightly to the left as she watches Roger curiously.
Roger stops mid laugh, staring at Angel with wide eyes. "Wait, you are joking right?" he asks meekly. "I mean, you don't really want me to go with you to get your nails done, do you?"
"Of course I do honey" Angel responds, drumming her fingers rhythmically against the tabletop. "Why would I joke about something like that? Usually Mimi and I go together but you know as well as I do she's at work right now, and Collins, well, you know he loves me more than anything in the world but he still refuses to go with me, I guess the boy figures he's got some sort of image to protect or something.
Roger opens his mouth to speak, still staring wide eyed at his friend. "I'm sorry Angel" he whispers. "But I don't think I can go with you to get your nails done. Collins has a point about the image thing you know…"
"Please?" Angel begs, pouting her lips please dramatically. "Please please please please please?"
"No thanks Angel, really, I can't"
"Please"
"Oh alright!" Roger exclaims with an exaggerated sigh as he throws his hands up in defeat. "I'll go, but ain't nobody touching my nails!!"
"Yay!" Angel squeals, grinning broadly as she throws her arms around Roger's neck. "Who knows, it you're lucky I may even let you pick out what color to paint my nails!"
"Fun" Roger says with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.
"Okay then!" Angel says cheerfully, reaching into her bag and pulling from it a wad of single dollar bills, setting them down on the table before rising quickly to her feet, holding out her hand to assist Roger. "Are you ready?"
With one final sigh, Roger takes her hand and hoists himself up of his chair. "Oh dear lord" he mutters softly to himself. "What have I just gotten myself into?"
Angel though, didn't appear to have heard Roger. Giving his hand a light squeeze, she smiles over at her friend. "Let's go." she says, as together they head towards the door.