Notes: Written quickly so this could be finished and out of the way!

Disclaimer: Nope! Not mine.

"No, she never does that. I think she cheats on me."

"Mark? If... if she is, leave her." Angel said, tightening her grip around the small boy.

"I can't do that. I can't. She's Maureen." He said softly, pulling away. Then he heard it.

"When I get to his white little ass, I'm going to kill him."

"Mo, calm down. He wouldn't cheat. I mean, did you even see what he was wearing?"

"Shut up. That was all he had. I swear... I'm gonna open that door and he'll be perched daintily on top of that drag queen and-"

"Here's the door."

Mark looked over at Angel, worried. That's what she thought? He was cheating? He was doing much worse -painting his nails. Jumping up, he shot to the bathroom.

Angel sighed and went to open the door, only to have it flung open in her face. "Excuse me!" She snapped, putting her hands on her hips.

"Where is he? In a closet? Trying to shove his clothes back on? I told him, 'Mark, this is your first time meeting a drag queen. Be nice.' I didn't mean screw her!" Maureen shot a glare to Angel. "Where is he?"

Angel turned her nose up, but Ginger saw moment coming from under the bathroom door. "There. Mo."

Maureen stormed over and began banging on the door.

Mark, not being much of a fighter, opened it quickly and held his hands behind his back. "Maureen! Maureen! I'm sorry. Angel and I didn't do anything, I swear... we just... we just talked! I swear."

"Give me your hands." She slurred. "You're hiding something."

"No! No! Really. Please?" He asked softly.

Maureen jerked him close and pulled a hand out, then gasped. "You... you..." She breathed, staring at his hands.

Mark blushed and stuttered "She did it..."

"You painted your nails? Like a girl?"

His cheeks went even more crimson. "Yea."

"And you weren't screwing?"

"No! Never! I love you too much."

Maureen huffed and looked around the room. It seemed to be spinning.

Ginger inched towards Angel. "Sorry."

"What for?" Angel whispered, watching Maureen and Mark.

"For letting you leave with... that." She motion to Mark.

"No, I had fun." Angel whispered back. "I painted his nails. He said Maureen would be pissed."

"Why? Because that would make him like us? She was hitting on girls at the bar!"

Angel giggled. "Really? I bet she's just sloshed, that's all."

"M-Maureen? I wasn't cheating..." Mark stuttered.

Maureen looked at his face and sighed. "So... you meet a drag queen and have your nails done?"

"She said it would help."

"... So are you a drag queen now?"

"Um, no."

"Are you sure? I don't want come home and find Roger trying to help your skinny ass into one of my tangoing dresses an-"

"That's not going to happen, Maureen! I love you. Okay?" Mark mumbled, pulling her close. "I'm not cheating and we're all friends, okay? Let's go home... you look sick."

Maureen nodded and and hopped into his arms. Her legs went around his waist and arms around his neck. "Take me home."

With that, Mark began to carry her out, giving a sympathetic look to Angel and Ginger as he left.

Going down the stairs with Maureen on him, he heard her mumble, "Green."

"What Mo?" He asked, hearing Angel shut the door behind them. "What baby?"

"Blue isn't your color. Lime Green is."

He rolled his eyes and took her home, carrying her the whole way. Maybe, he thought, Drag Queens aren't as scary as my Momma said...

Notes: And so this ends... I'm here with no Internet and bored, so I figured I'd end this up, cos' it was stressing me (No reason for that) So, sorry for the less-than-climatic ending.