A/N from Claw: Hi and happy Valentines day! I even wrote a drabble for v-day, but this isn't it. (sorry) I was busy and didn't have time to type this, so my Valentines day fic will be up tomorrow. I couldn't put it up today, because I want to go in this order: Angel/Collins, Mimi/Roger, Maureen/Joanne. Well, now you can guess what pairing the next fic is going to be about. Sorry, I'm ranting right now.
And you should know about the whole, it's only cannon and I'm not stoping till 1000 drabbles. YIPPEES!
Shopping with Angel
Angel handed her shiny black purse to her boyfriend, Collins. "Hey, baby, this is cute!" she squealed, holding a red shirt. Collins kissed her cheek and broke the bad news. "Yeah, cute and one hundred fifty dollars." Angel made an adorable pout and put it back. "Oh, yeah, we're shopping for you." she said.
"I told you I don't need anymore clothes." Collins argued.
Angel rolled her eyes. "Seriously, you need more clothes. You've been wearing those pants for a week now, and when is the last time you changed your boxers?"
"Nine days." Collins mumbled. The professor and the drag-queen walked to the men's shirt aisle. "Okay, I'll look at this aisle and you look over there, show me what you find." Angel said, while studying a striped polo. "Okay, mother." Collins joked.
He walked close to the entrance of the store. Collins really didn't want to be at the New York mall, but his queen had sent orders. He looked at some pants that he utterly hated. "Meemz, come on. Why? No, I have enough clothes!" said a voice that obviously belonged to a rocker. Collins turned and smiled at the sight of Roger bring forcefully pulled into a store by Mimi.
" Poor boy." Collins chucked. Angel and Mimi demanded that their boyfriends buy new clothes. Mark was taken shopping with Maureen and Joanne. "Wow, the awkwardness must be intense. We all know Mark likes both Joanne and Maureen. I bet Maureen is going to request that they both tell her how she looks in lingerie." Collins thought to himself.
He picked out a few shirts he thought were nice, then he walked over and met up with Angel. "Hey baby." Angel said and blew a kiss to him, because her arms were filled with mountains of clothes, so she couldn't really reach him. "We have to find a dressing room."
Collins groaned. He really didn't want to try on all this clothes, however this was his Angel who was asking him. The two walked into a dressing room, and Collins began to undress. "I think we first should start with the ones you chose." Angel said.
"Or we could…." Collins began suggestively. Angel giggled and then said "HEY, NO! We came here to get you clothes."
Collins picked up a shirt and put it on. "I bet Mimi and Roger are having sex in the dressing room." he mumbled.
Angel shook her head and said "Nope. Probably not. Mimi is serious about her shopping. Also we promised each other that we wouldn't get distracted."
"Fine, fine." Collins said. He turned and faced Angel. "How do I look?"
Angel's face scrunched up. "Honey, that is the ugliest shirt I've ever seen. And people say that gay men are good with fashion."
Collins looked down at his shirt. Angel was right, it was ugly. "Sorry, babe. Not every body has a magic sense of fashion like you." he said. Angel smiled. "Unless....you aren't gay." she joked.
Collins rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, cause straight men offer to have sex in a dressing room with a drag-queen all the time. I bet Roger and Mark are getting some drag-queen action right as we speak!"
Angel laughed. "Okay, fine, I get it. You are too cute for your own good!" She pecked him on the nose and then kissed his lips.
Collins kissed her neck. "I try."
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OH! Blondie told (Or I read in a PLAYBILL) me once that Adam Pascal was in Cabaret, and later when she got a part in the play, she told me that there is this one super werid Character in it. Well, what do you know, turns out Adam once was in role of the werid character. Okay, look up: Adam Pascal in Cabaret. Adam was the Emcee (aka MC) in the play, and let me tell you, the Emcee is a fucked up, twisted little man, who is also really funny. He looks so fucking scary and funny at the same time. No, seriously, look it up! (Oh and ladies, he's shirtless in the pic too. *wink*) Oh, but other then the fact that he has no shirt on, the pic is really really creepy in a funny way. Kinda looks like a mix between Adam Pascal, a drag-queen and a mime. Really really creepy. I didn't even realize it was him at first.
