A.N.: Okay, so I'm a little late for this one. Sorry. ^_^

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"So, what do you think?"

"I think you should have less clothes on."

".Okay. But first we talk."

"I hate talking."

"So. Maybe I hate fucking."

"Maybe you do. Except you don't. I know this for a fact."

"No you don't!"

"Yes I do. I know everything."

"Liar."

"Alright, fine, don't believe me."

"So what do you think?"

"About what?"

"About this whole thing. Angel's idea for Mark."

"I think he's a fucking idiot."

"That's not a nice thing to say about your best friend."

"He's not my best friend. He got demoted when he dumped me for Collins."

"Who's your best friend then? Me?"

"Absolutely not."

"Who then?"

"Measha. Stupid."

"You know, just for that, I'm putting back on my clothes."

"You do and you're sleeping outside."

"You'd think I was some sort of dog."

Sasha rolled on his back. Stared at the ceiling, then glanced over at Shelby. Said Shelby was glaring at him in a rather petulant manner. Sasha thought it was irresistibly cute.

"So you don't think it's a good idea?" Shelby leaned forward on his elbows.

"No, I don't think it's a good idea."

"Has Angel ever tried to set you up with anybody?"

"Angel has messed around with my personal life so much, there was a point where I wondered if it was even mine anymore."

Shelby giggled, and rolled over so that he was lying horizontally to Sasha, his head on the older man's stomach. "You're kidding."

"No, I'm not kidding."

"Did Measha ever try?"

"No, Measha stays out of my private life." Sasha dug in the pocket of his jeans for a smoke. "That's why I like him better than Angel."

"That's not a nice thing to say."

"Oh well. It's true."

"But you'll still go through with Angel's plan?"

"Hey, all I've got to do is fix this guy up, make him look good. It's not my life Angel's ruining. Not this time, anyway."

"Angel never ruined your life." Shelby plucked the cigarette from Sasha's fingers and threw it in the trash. "I did."

"That's right. You lousy moocher." Sasha pulled out another cigarette. Shelby took it from him, and threw it in the trashcan.

"I do my share around here." Pluck, toss, yet another ring as the third cigarette hit the trashcan.

"Damnit, would you stop that?"

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"So?"

"So what?"

"So, aren't you gonna yell at me for getting involved in Mark's personal life?"

"Darling I never yell at you, I chastise you."

"Oh cut the MIT shit and get the lecture over with."

"No lecture. I'm letting you take the fall for this one, I won't berate you."

"You sure?" Angel tilted his head to the side, peered at Collins. Collins' eyes were shut, he was lying on his back, seeming going to sleep. "Because if you start giving me snide little comments tomorrow at breakfast I'll break the milk jug over your head."

"Angel, love, I promise." Collins kissed him. "Now go to sleep. It's really late."

"Actually, it's early."

"Details details details."

"Well, you always say that details are the most important thing in a well thought out plot."

"Plan. Not plot. Plan."

"Same thing."

"No. Not the same thing. I plan. You plot."

"So?"

"Never mind. Just, oh geez, just go to sleep. I've got a headache."

"Poor Tommy boy," Angel leaned over, and kissed the side of his face. "Maybe you should let me make it better."

"What, you're gonna set me up with somebody?"

"Oh, shut up!" Angel laughed, and bit him on the shoulder.

"Ow!"

"You deserved that."

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"Mimi?"

"Yeah?"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because it's fucking BRUISED!"

"Well who's fault is that?"

"Yours."

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"Mo?"

*snore*

"Maureen.?"

*snore*

"Hm."

Joanne smiled, and slid out of bed. Tiptoeing towards the closet, she opened the door and pulled out a book.

"Harry Potter and the Order of Pheonix, here I come."

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"I think Angel's crazy, don't you?"

Measha leaned on his elbows, looking at Lee. Lee turned, and nodded.

"Damn straight-Measha! What the hell are you doing in my room?! In my BED?!"

"Everybody else was doing it."