Just a fun little chapter :)

Buuut some of the stuff will probably be important for the storyline, so stay tuned!

Oh, and review please, 'cause that makes me happeeeee!

We jump to the night following Angel's day at the hospital. Her and Collins are curled up in bed together. Very sweet. A floor below, Roger sits at the window of Mimi's apartment, waiting for her to get home. Ever since the April incident, he seems a lot more connected with Mimi. Which is weird, me and Collins thought he would be back to his reclusive state. He has his guitar laid across his lap, but doesn't touch it, just stares solidly at the strings, hoping that they will somehow strum out their own chords.

Roger muttered old song lyrics under his breath to keep himself awake. His eyelids felt like lead, but he had promised Mimi that he would be up when she got back from work, and he really wanted to keep the promise. He considered sneaking upstairs and stealing some of Mark's stash of precious instant coffee. Yes...caffeine would be really good. While Roger's mind was occupied, his eyes had taken this chance to close again, and it was a struggle to pull them open once more. When he felt the cold moisture of frosted glass hit his forehead, he knew he had drifted off and sat up straight again, wiping his face with his sleeve and waiting for the sound of Mimi's keys clicking in the lock.

It was another hour before that sound woke Roger. He leapt up from the place he had been sitting to meet her at the door, proud that he had, for once, managed to stay awake...well...half awake. Mimi finally appeared in the doorway, dark shadows under her eyes from exhaustion, although she look bright and wide awake when her features were lit up with a smile.

"Roger!" She exclaimed, but still not bringing her voice above a whisper.

She was happy to have her normal routine broken for once. Ever since Roger had made her get clean, every night would be the same. She would go to work, almost glad for the distraction from other things that troubled her, then she would start the walk home, and cravings would kick in. She would shake, get violent stomach cramps, her head would pound and it would feel like she couldn't possibly be helping herself. Then Mimi would get to her apartment, find Roger asleep, exhausted from waiting up for her. She would go to sleep, or try to, her mind suppressing pain and keeping back the guilt she felt for keeping Roger up, endless nights.

Roger gave her a brief hug, rubbing his eyes when he hoped that Mimi wasn't looking.

"How was tonight?" He asked, pouring a glass of water for himself, and another for Mimi. She walked over to the beat-up couch and flopped down on it, sweeping brown curls from her face with a flick of her fingers.

"Better," she lied. Tonight had been the same as any other, but she didn't want to let on that her withdrawal wasn't improving. She reached up and took the glass from Roger, gulping the liquid down hungrily. She silently wished that they had something in the apartment to eat, but she didn't make her opinion heard. Her and Roger were content, and she didn't want to disturb the delicate balance by stupid complaints.

"Damn, I could so go for coffee and donuts right now..." Roger said suddenly, seeming like he had read Mimi's mind. She gave a laugh and set her glass down, checking in her pocket hopefully for a few dollars.

"Sorry, I'm broke...anyway, are you a cop or somethin'?" She gave him a wide grin, playfully reaching over and pinching him on the arm. "Coffee and donuts...seriously, whatever happened to a proper meal?" Roger smiled back and crossed his arms.

"A proper meal? Are you my mother or somethin'?" He mocked her accent, stepping away before she could jump at him and succeed in pulling his hair.

Cut to late morning the next day. Our heroes are lounging around in the loft. There is not nearly enough coffee and entertainment to go around, but since when has that mattered? We have Angel and Mimi to provide us with a little extra.

"Ok...where the hell did you get this money?" Mimi asked, she was sat, cross legged, at the end of the couch. She was gawping at Angel, who was across from her, casually fanning herself with a handful of dollars. Angel was back to her usual self, decked out in a colorful and bizarre outfit (featuring leopard print tights and a lot of very bright pink fluff). She was also back to her usual trick of producing large amounts of money from nowhere.

"I can't tell you Mimi! I like being mysterious...it's part of my image, ya know?" Angel put down her money on the coffee table and began the slow process of painting her nails a bright, lime green. This clashed with ninety percent of the colors that Angel was wearing, but clashing colors was also part of her 'image'. The nail polish had been one of the first things that had been purchased with Angel's money, that and the tights. Apart from coffee, that had been hastily shared among all the friends in the Loft, she hadn't bought anything else.

Collins shook his head from the corner where he had been standing. He had woken up without Angel next to him, and had been horribly worried until she arrived back an hour later, wearing a huge smile and handing him money. She hadn't explained to him how she had got it, either.

"Mimi...you get used to the random money...I wouldn't even bother asking," Collins advised, sipping his cup of coffee. Mimi nodded in understanding but still had an edge of curiosity on her voice.

"Yeah, I know. I lived with Angel, remember? I know what she's like. I also know that you sometime need to know where she gets her money!" Mimi reached over and shook Angel's arm, making her hand slip and a line of lime green polish spread appear across the back of her hand.

"Mimi!" She yelled with annoyance, quickly rubbing at her hand before it could be stained.

"Angel! You remember that time when you stole that woman's mink coat, because it 'looked better on you?'" Angel recalled with a big smile on her face. It had looked better on Angel.

"Yeah..." She said wistfully, wishing she still had that coat.

"Yeah? Well you'll also remember that the same woman came to our door asking for her coat. Luckily, I knew you had taken it, so was able to throw it out before she saw it lying on the couch." Angel recalled that memory less fondly.

"I'm still mad at you for that! I could have so taken that bitch...I looked better in that coat then her anyway..." Mimi shook her head, unable to show Angel anymore sense then she had already tried to. Collins couldn't help but laugh. Poor Mimi. She was trying her best to make Angel be sensible, but her efforts were entirely futile. He walked over and crouched on the floor next to Angel.

"Angel...I hate to do this...but I'm taking that nail polish if you don't tell us where you got the money."

This didn't go down well. There was a couple of violent minutes of screaming, scratching, and spilt nail polish. Mark and Roger watched in amusement from their seats at the window. They didn't dare go and join the arguing. They valued their lives, and that meant not trying to take any of Angel's purchases away from her.

Eventually the scene calmed down. Collins ended up on the floor, a few red marks lacing his arms where he had faced resistance. But he was successful, and in his hand, clutched the bottle of green polish, as far away from Angel as he could hold it. Mimi was holding Angel down, her knuckles white with pressure as she pinned Angel's hands together.

"I hate both of you..." She muttered sniffily, burying her face in the material of the couch. Collins got up and put the polish away in the refrigerator, where no one was likely to ever look. Mimi let go of Angel and moved away from the couch. Leaving a huffy Angel lying face down on the couch. She didn't move for a few minutes, just lay there. Collins sighed and walked over, placing a hand on her back.

"Come on Ang...don't be stupid. Will you tell us where you got the money from? We'll give you the polish back..." Collins tried to gently joke and bargain with her, but Angel was having none of it. Angel sat up with such speed that Collins was almost knocked backwards. Then she pulled his black skull cap from off his head. Before anyone could stop her, she jumped up, raced across the room into her room, slamming and locking the door behind her. Collins sat there puzzled for a moment, and the room was silent before Mark said the first thing he had for twenty minutes now.

"I guess she really likes that nail polish."

Collins paused and ran a hand over his head, wishing he could have his hat back, before replying.

"No shit."