Hey! You've reached Collins and Angel, please leave a message…. BEEP!
"Hi guys," Mimi's voice blared out of the speaker. "We're all down at the Life Café, care to join us?" The dancer giggled, "Collins, you'll be glad to know, we already ordered you a Stoli! See you soon, bye!"
"Should we go?" Angel asked Collins, who was grading papers on their green couch.
"Why not?" Collins tucked his red pen behind his ear.
"Great!" Angel said, running to her room to grab her heels. "Boots or stilettos?" she shouted.
"Boots!" Collins yelled back, a big smile on his face. Angel popped out of her room, wearing her black leather lace-up boots. "Ready?" Collins held out his arm to the drag queen, which she delightfully grabbed.
"Ready."
XOXO
"SPIN THE BOTTLE! SPIN THE BOTTLE!" Maureen yelled, an empty Stoli bottle in her hand.
"Okay, okay," Joanne smiled, grabbing Maureen's hand.
Maureen set the bottle in the center of the circle of friends, and set it spinning. The group cheered, and the bottle landed on Roger. "Come here, you rocker!" Maureen giggled, leaning across the table. Roger groaned, but met her lips in a firm, fast kiss.
"Oh, that was nothing!" Mimi complained. "Give me some action!"
Roger smiled and turned towards the Latina, "I'll give you some action," he said, leaning in to kiss her.
"Nope," Collins grinned, separating the couple. "Roger's gotta spin!"
Roger then reluctantly spun the bottle, and it landed on Joanne. Mimi whooped, "Roger! Do you have a thing for lesbians? Because if you do, I've got this killer idea-"
Angel hit Mimi on the shoulder playfully, shutting her up. Roger and Joanne kissed… actually, rather nicely. "Wow," Joanne said. "Not bad for a guy." Then she took her turn, the bottle landing on Maureen.
"Awww…." Maureen smiled, "Come here, Pookey." And then the two of them decided to make out, a session which would have lasted longer if not for Mimi.
"Okay, you love birds," she pulled them apart. "Maureen, go for it." So Maureen spun, and it landed on Mark.
"Umm… Yeah, no. Maureen, spin again," Collins interrupted, and Mark's face fell. It was obvious the Mark was still on Maureen's hook, and Collins didn't want any of those feelings to get any stronger.
Then the bottle landed on Collins, and with a groan, he bent across the table and kissed Maureen. Once they had separated, Maureen licked her lips. "Yep, he still tastes just as good."
Joanne guffawed, and Angel just looked up at Collins, who shrugged. "We were best friends in high school," he explained. "We both wanted to experiment, stuff happened."
Angel laughed, and Joanne just glared at Maureen. Next, Collins spun the bottle, which thankfully landed on Angel. The drag queen smirked, "Why, look at that. Means you have to kiss me," she said.
Collins looked deep into her eyes, "I don't need an excuse to kiss you." And with that, he pulled her into a passionate kiss, which deepened by the second.
Eventually, they pulled away, and it was Angel's turn to spin. "Mark," she grinned when the bottle landed on the filmmaker, who had been quiet all night. After a few more rounds, the bohemians became bored of the game.
"Truth or dare!" Maureen suggested.
"Maybe tomorrow night," Angel smiled. "I'm pretty tired."
"Me too," Mimi added. "All that lip action can wear a girl out."
"You're all worn out? Are you sure?" Roger smiled, walking up to Mimi.
"Meh," she shrugged, putting her hands on his shoulders. "I may have a little more energy left, just for you, my rockstar."
"How 'bout you?" Collins asked Angel, as they walked hand in hand down the street.
"Oh! I could go for hours, and hours, and hours!" Angel giggled. "But I know you're pretty tired."
"Ehhh… It's a possibility," he said, laughing.
"Kiss me," Angel said, a snowflake landing on her eye lash, which she quickly blinked away. "It's beginning to snow."
review my darlings! BTW, I have this thing where if you want to be an OC in one of my stories, all you have to do is PM me! I don't know where all these Christmasy fic ideas are coming from, but I'm just gonna roll with them! Luvvies!
