Chapter 38: Halloween: Hookups and Havoc.
"Angel, you stupid slut!" Mimi said, hitting him playfully on the arm, "I never get to see you anymore, because all you do is go out and have sex. How many dates have you been on since labor day, like 20?"
Angel giggled, "22, actually."
"You're such a slut!"
"Mimi, come on, I'm just have a good time. You're just jealous because your man is not keeping you satisfied!" Angel exclaimed.
"Hey hey hey. I'll have you know that he keeps me very satisfied, thank you very much."
"I'm just kidding, you know that," he said, putting his arm around her and leaning his head on her shoulder. "We have to go out together after the dance tonight. Paul says the dance should be crazy, though. Apparently, there's like three more groups that want to come to this one."
"Yeah, more boys for you to go fuck.
"That's right!" he laughed again, "But, seriously, we need to hang out. Let's get dressed up and do something fun."
"Sounds great. It's Halloween, after all. We need to go all out." She paused for a minute, then it seemed as though a light went of in her head. "Oh my God!" she yelped, and slapped Angel's leg, "I have the best idea."
"Jesus, that hurt," he mumbled, rubbing the handprint on his leg, "What's your idea?"
"Angel and devil." Angel raised at eyebrow at her. "Oh, come on. It's cute, and you know it is. I have this really skimpy devil costume, and it's so hot. Come on, Ang, you can find something racy, we'll go to the party dressed up, and then go trick or treating really late at night and piss off some yuppie parents."
"Mimi, I don't know, I'm not sure if we should go trick or treating, or go to the party dressed up, I mean -."
"You'll pick up more boys that way."
"Fine, I'm in."
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"This is perfect," Angel squealed as he stood in front of the mirror, examining his outfit. He didn't even know he had such a racy piece of clothing in his wardrobe. Granted he had tiny mini skirts and midriff tops, but nothing really compared to this. He was practically naked, aside from a lot of glitter on his chest and stomach, angel wings on his back, and a pair of tiny, white spandex shorts. The "shorts," if you could even call them that, barely covered him. A small white and gold tinsel halo sat on top of a blonde wig: the same one he had worn to the Labor Day Social.
All of the exposed skin was coated in glitter, and as he stepped out of his bedroom door to show Mimi his fashionable ensemble, he sparkled under the lights.
"Damn girl, you look hotter than me!" Mimi exclaimed, getting up off the couch in her own racy get up. Black string tied up a red and black lace corset, paired with a pair of small, lacy shorts. They were quite a duo. "Is Life Support meeting here first?" she asked.
"No, Paul said to just meet up there, since we all know where it is now," Angel explained, looking frantically around the room for something. "Shit, I need something to put a pad and paper in."
"Why?" Mimi questioned, puzzled.
"I need somewhere to write down phone numbers, what else?" Angel said, winked at her, then continued his search until he found a little white beaded purse. "Perfect."
"Ready to go, Miss Thang?" She asked, elbowing him in the ribs.
"Absolutely, babe. Let's go."
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Similar to Labor Day, the large apartment was dark and packed with people. Cheap strobe lights barely illuminated the space, as people danced closely together, hardly any space between them.
"Go have your sex, and meet me outside when this is over," Mimi yelled to Angel, as she retreated to the punch table.
Angel laughed and began to scan the area, looking for new men to dance and hook up with. Everyone was dressed in lavish costumes, and Angel was glad that he was dressed up too. There is absolutely nothing worse than not being dressed properly at a party. Across the room, Angel spotted a small, adorable young guy with a playboy bunny costume. Smiling, he walked over the guy and started to dance with him.
Almost immediately they were dancing right up against each other. He wasn't wearing a whole lot more than Angel, and the contact of their sweaty, bare skin against one another felt nice and sensual. As the song continued, Playboy Bunny began to kiss Angel, exploring his mouth with his tongue. Angel reciprocated, and soon they were no longer dancing, but rather engaged in a full make-out session in the middle of the dance floor. Their hands ran up and down each other's bodies, feeling the soft, smooth skin as they got even closer, as if trying to mesh their bodies into one. Bumping into another grinding couple abruptly ended their passionate kisses, leaving the two of them in an awkward pause. Angel whipped out his notebook, and handed it to the other man without saying a word. Knowing exactly what to do, he wrote down the number, smiled and winked at Angel, then disappeared into the dancing crowd.
The song ended and there was nothing but golden silence for a minute. Angel sighed, breathing in the smell of the space: sweat and cologne mixed into one. This was what he enjoyed: the freedom of being detached. Still, a part of him yearned for true affection, not just mindless sex. He pushed it out of his system as he came across another man who was wearing a Superman costume. The process continued.
It seemed as though Angel had been dancing, making out, and getting phone numbers for hours when, once again, the DJ announced that in 30 minutes, the social would end. His last catch of the evening was a huge, muscular hunk of a guy. He was dressed in a cowboy hat, an open suede vest with only his bare chest underneath, and a pair of tight, brown leather pants with fringe down the sides. He was huge and literally towered over Angel. He as afraid to approach him, but the cowboy came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist as they began to dance. The feeling of strong arms around him made Angel feel safe, as they pressed their bodies together, getting as close as they could. Angel turned around, gazing straight into his eyes. He pulled on the cowboy's hand, leading him to the storage closet where he had done the deed at last month's social.
The door shut behind them, as Angel wrapped his arms around his waist. "What's your name, honey?"
"Bryan. What about you?"
"Angel."
"Cool," he said, casually handing him a condom. "That's a nice outfit," he continued, running his hand down Angel's chest.
"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself," Angel told him, pulling playfully on the loose suede vest. He maintained eye contact as he slipped off Bryan's vest. Bryan slid the straps of Angel's wings down his shoulders, letting them flutter to the ground in a heap of iridescent white. He held Angel as he found his lips, meshing them against his own. They shut their eyes, touching each other, grabbing at one another, craving soft caresses: human contact. Still kissing passionately, Bryan unzipped his pants, removing them to reveal a small pair of briefs. Smiling at him Angel pulled down his spandex shorts. Bryan whistled as Angel held the condom in his hand. Taking it from him, Bryan got on his knees, putting the condom on him.
The music seemed to increase in volume as Angel began to feel the pleasure. He moaned as his breathing began to get heavier. His heart beat to the music. "Do you think you're better off alone?"
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Angel pulled his shorts back on, adjusting his wig and halo too. The social had been over for about 5 minutes, but it was not easy to put those shorts on. As always, Angel exchanged favors, as well as phone numbers, with him nightly fling, kissing him one more time, then leaving. Flipping through his notebook, he counted the numbers he accumulated tonight: 11. Not as many as last time, but, he enjoyed being with Bryan more than being with Sheila.
As he exited the closet, he tucked a few stray strands of his wig behind his ears, and scanned the room for Mimi. Just as they agreed upon, she was standing by the exit door. He ran up to her, scooped her up in his arms, giving her a big hug.
"How was your man of the night?" she asked, air-kissing him on the cheek.
"Delicious," he giggled, "Did you have fun?"
"I would have had a better time if my best friend hung out with me instead of fucking in a storage closet," she said, sarcastically.
"I'm sorry, but I just can't keep the boys off of me," Angel explained, shrugging his shoulders.
"Whatever. I kinda wish I brought my boyfriend with me, but I still had an okay time. So are we gonna go trick or treating now, or what?"
"Hell yes! Let's go!"
"We won't get very much candy, you know. That little white purse and my black bag should be enough room."
"Absolutely. I just wanna see their reactions when we come to their houses at 11 at night, trick or treating like it's completely normal."
They dissolved in a fit of giggles as they grabbed hands. Scampering out of the now empty apartment building, they left behind a room littered with confetti, crushed plastic cups, condom wrappers, and tinsel.
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"Look at all of this!" Mimi exclaimed, gaping at her bag, bulging with candy. "I totally didn't expect any of this at all."
"Me neither. The people hardly even turned us away, except for those two families in that building - did you see that woman's face when she saw my costume?"
Mimi laughed loudly as she held onto Angel, who could barely stand up he was laughing so hard. "I do not approve of this! You're lucky my children aren't awake," Mimi said, mocking the woman who shunned them away in a fake, British accent.
This sent Angel over the edge, as he crashed into a pile of garbage cans, collapsing against the wall. When he finally caught his breath, he spoke, "Oh. My. God. That was the funnies thing ever. Her face - completely priceless!"
"I know. God, this is so much fun. It's so late, though, now I really feel bad bothering the yuppie scum of the city. One more building, then we'll call it a night?"
"Yeah, good idea. Gosh, am I tired," Angel stated, yawning as he spoke.
"Sex and trick or treating can really tire a person out, huh?"
"Shut up!" Angel yelped, holding onto Mimi so he could get up.
They arrived at the last building, noting that there were few lights on. That was understandable: it was 12:30 AM, and most people were asleep. The duo walked up to the first apartment that they saw, once they took the elevator up to the second floor. Angel knocked on the door loudly, fixing his halo so he looked presentable.
"Hello," a young woman in her mid 30's said as she answered the door. She was dressed exactly as "yuppie scum" should be dressed: a 3-piece suit, elegant pearl necklace with matching earrings, blonde hair perfectly placed in a symmetrical bob, and classic red lipstick. Angel noted that the shade on her lips did absolutely nothing to accentuate her grey eyes, but resisted the urge to say something to her. He wasn't working at the makeup counter now, and giving makeup advice was what he got paid for.
"Trick or treat!" Mimi screamed into the apartment, which was dark, except for the front light that the woman had turned on.
"Excuse me? Do you two know what time it is?" she asked, obviously irritated with the rowdy duo standing at her door.
"It is precisely 12:34 AM, ma'am," Angel answered, showing her his pink glittery watch, "and my friend and I are out trick or treating."
"Trick or treating? Not only do both of you look to be in your twenties, which is entirely too old to be doing such childhood things, but you are disturbing my home! I have young children asleep in their bedrooms, how dare you wake them up. And what is this costume that you're wearing? It's disgusting!" she gasped, looking Angel up and down, noting his clothing, or lack thereof.
"Um, I'm an angel," he responded, acting like she should have known that in the first place, "What, you don't like?"
"I think it's sickening. I do not want to see that much of your body," she stated firmly, preparing to shut the door. Mimi and Angel were having too much fun with this, and there was no way they would stop now.
"Why, you don't like the way I look? Are you calling me," Angel paused, taking a dramatic pause, "fat?"
"Oh, you should not call Angel fat. He's very self-conscious about the way he looks," Mimi explained, playing along with Angel's ridiculous act. Angel began to fake-cry, to make the woman feel guilty. "Oh no! look what you've done, you. you've made him cry!"
"I am not falling for that," the woman stating firmly, still trying to close the door, although Angel was leaning his entire body on it, holding his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking. They actually shook with laughter instead of tears, but the yuppie woman did not need to know that. "You are both 20 year olds trick or treating, and now one of you is crying because you think you're fat? This is absurd."
Mimi managed to keep a straight face through the entire conversation, staring her down. "Whatcha gonna do about it?"
"Call the cops," she said, calmly, as she held the phone in her hand and dialed 911, "Hello."
Angel grabbed Mimi's arm, just as she was about to pick a fight with the woman. "Nice talking to you lady!" he yelled after her.
"You never gave us candy, Chucha!" Mimi screamed, as Angel yanked her further down the hallway.
"Get back here you two! The cops will be here any minute!" she shrieked after them, leaning out her door.
"Run. fast," Angel said, as he and Mimi scooted out of the apartment through an emergency stair case.
The rounded the corner of the building, ducking into an alley as they heard police sirens whiz by seconds later. Breathing heavily and trying to stifle their giggles, they gripped onto each other, smiling ear to ear.
"That has to be the funniest thing that's ever happened to me," Mimi said, as she gripped onto Angel's glittery arm.
"It's been an interesting evening. God, it's so late though, it's almost 1 now," Angel stated, looking at his watch.
"Shit, Chase is gonna be so mad if I come home this late."
"Chase?"
"My boyfriend," she said, as if he asked a stupid question.
"Oh yeah, I forgot that was his name. Anyway, why don't you call him and say you're spending the night at my place. I've met him before, he knows I'm no threat."
"That's true. Is it okay with Paul?" she asked, nervously.
"Paul really doesn't care who I have over, as long as he doesn't hear anything in the other room, if you catch my drift." He winked at her.
"God, you're such a sex-addict."
"It's a nice thing to be addicted too, though," Angel explained, nodding his head in satisfaction.
"Yeah, I guess so. So you wanna head back to your place?"
"Sure, let's go," Angel said, taking her hand as they trudged home on the dark streets, exhausted after a night of fun and mischief. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Angel's a dirty little boy! Hehehe ( anyway, I hope you all like this one. I wrote it kinda quickly, so it's not exactly how I expected, but whatever. The next chapter should be up shortly, probably within a week or 2. thanks for reading, and don't be afraid to review. They make me SMILE!
"Angel, you stupid slut!" Mimi said, hitting him playfully on the arm, "I never get to see you anymore, because all you do is go out and have sex. How many dates have you been on since labor day, like 20?"
Angel giggled, "22, actually."
"You're such a slut!"
"Mimi, come on, I'm just have a good time. You're just jealous because your man is not keeping you satisfied!" Angel exclaimed.
"Hey hey hey. I'll have you know that he keeps me very satisfied, thank you very much."
"I'm just kidding, you know that," he said, putting his arm around her and leaning his head on her shoulder. "We have to go out together after the dance tonight. Paul says the dance should be crazy, though. Apparently, there's like three more groups that want to come to this one."
"Yeah, more boys for you to go fuck.
"That's right!" he laughed again, "But, seriously, we need to hang out. Let's get dressed up and do something fun."
"Sounds great. It's Halloween, after all. We need to go all out." She paused for a minute, then it seemed as though a light went of in her head. "Oh my God!" she yelped, and slapped Angel's leg, "I have the best idea."
"Jesus, that hurt," he mumbled, rubbing the handprint on his leg, "What's your idea?"
"Angel and devil." Angel raised at eyebrow at her. "Oh, come on. It's cute, and you know it is. I have this really skimpy devil costume, and it's so hot. Come on, Ang, you can find something racy, we'll go to the party dressed up, and then go trick or treating really late at night and piss off some yuppie parents."
"Mimi, I don't know, I'm not sure if we should go trick or treating, or go to the party dressed up, I mean -."
"You'll pick up more boys that way."
"Fine, I'm in."
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"This is perfect," Angel squealed as he stood in front of the mirror, examining his outfit. He didn't even know he had such a racy piece of clothing in his wardrobe. Granted he had tiny mini skirts and midriff tops, but nothing really compared to this. He was practically naked, aside from a lot of glitter on his chest and stomach, angel wings on his back, and a pair of tiny, white spandex shorts. The "shorts," if you could even call them that, barely covered him. A small white and gold tinsel halo sat on top of a blonde wig: the same one he had worn to the Labor Day Social.
All of the exposed skin was coated in glitter, and as he stepped out of his bedroom door to show Mimi his fashionable ensemble, he sparkled under the lights.
"Damn girl, you look hotter than me!" Mimi exclaimed, getting up off the couch in her own racy get up. Black string tied up a red and black lace corset, paired with a pair of small, lacy shorts. They were quite a duo. "Is Life Support meeting here first?" she asked.
"No, Paul said to just meet up there, since we all know where it is now," Angel explained, looking frantically around the room for something. "Shit, I need something to put a pad and paper in."
"Why?" Mimi questioned, puzzled.
"I need somewhere to write down phone numbers, what else?" Angel said, winked at her, then continued his search until he found a little white beaded purse. "Perfect."
"Ready to go, Miss Thang?" She asked, elbowing him in the ribs.
"Absolutely, babe. Let's go."
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Similar to Labor Day, the large apartment was dark and packed with people. Cheap strobe lights barely illuminated the space, as people danced closely together, hardly any space between them.
"Go have your sex, and meet me outside when this is over," Mimi yelled to Angel, as she retreated to the punch table.
Angel laughed and began to scan the area, looking for new men to dance and hook up with. Everyone was dressed in lavish costumes, and Angel was glad that he was dressed up too. There is absolutely nothing worse than not being dressed properly at a party. Across the room, Angel spotted a small, adorable young guy with a playboy bunny costume. Smiling, he walked over the guy and started to dance with him.
Almost immediately they were dancing right up against each other. He wasn't wearing a whole lot more than Angel, and the contact of their sweaty, bare skin against one another felt nice and sensual. As the song continued, Playboy Bunny began to kiss Angel, exploring his mouth with his tongue. Angel reciprocated, and soon they were no longer dancing, but rather engaged in a full make-out session in the middle of the dance floor. Their hands ran up and down each other's bodies, feeling the soft, smooth skin as they got even closer, as if trying to mesh their bodies into one. Bumping into another grinding couple abruptly ended their passionate kisses, leaving the two of them in an awkward pause. Angel whipped out his notebook, and handed it to the other man without saying a word. Knowing exactly what to do, he wrote down the number, smiled and winked at Angel, then disappeared into the dancing crowd.
The song ended and there was nothing but golden silence for a minute. Angel sighed, breathing in the smell of the space: sweat and cologne mixed into one. This was what he enjoyed: the freedom of being detached. Still, a part of him yearned for true affection, not just mindless sex. He pushed it out of his system as he came across another man who was wearing a Superman costume. The process continued.
It seemed as though Angel had been dancing, making out, and getting phone numbers for hours when, once again, the DJ announced that in 30 minutes, the social would end. His last catch of the evening was a huge, muscular hunk of a guy. He was dressed in a cowboy hat, an open suede vest with only his bare chest underneath, and a pair of tight, brown leather pants with fringe down the sides. He was huge and literally towered over Angel. He as afraid to approach him, but the cowboy came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist as they began to dance. The feeling of strong arms around him made Angel feel safe, as they pressed their bodies together, getting as close as they could. Angel turned around, gazing straight into his eyes. He pulled on the cowboy's hand, leading him to the storage closet where he had done the deed at last month's social.
The door shut behind them, as Angel wrapped his arms around his waist. "What's your name, honey?"
"Bryan. What about you?"
"Angel."
"Cool," he said, casually handing him a condom. "That's a nice outfit," he continued, running his hand down Angel's chest.
"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself," Angel told him, pulling playfully on the loose suede vest. He maintained eye contact as he slipped off Bryan's vest. Bryan slid the straps of Angel's wings down his shoulders, letting them flutter to the ground in a heap of iridescent white. He held Angel as he found his lips, meshing them against his own. They shut their eyes, touching each other, grabbing at one another, craving soft caresses: human contact. Still kissing passionately, Bryan unzipped his pants, removing them to reveal a small pair of briefs. Smiling at him Angel pulled down his spandex shorts. Bryan whistled as Angel held the condom in his hand. Taking it from him, Bryan got on his knees, putting the condom on him.
The music seemed to increase in volume as Angel began to feel the pleasure. He moaned as his breathing began to get heavier. His heart beat to the music. "Do you think you're better off alone?"
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Angel pulled his shorts back on, adjusting his wig and halo too. The social had been over for about 5 minutes, but it was not easy to put those shorts on. As always, Angel exchanged favors, as well as phone numbers, with him nightly fling, kissing him one more time, then leaving. Flipping through his notebook, he counted the numbers he accumulated tonight: 11. Not as many as last time, but, he enjoyed being with Bryan more than being with Sheila.
As he exited the closet, he tucked a few stray strands of his wig behind his ears, and scanned the room for Mimi. Just as they agreed upon, she was standing by the exit door. He ran up to her, scooped her up in his arms, giving her a big hug.
"How was your man of the night?" she asked, air-kissing him on the cheek.
"Delicious," he giggled, "Did you have fun?"
"I would have had a better time if my best friend hung out with me instead of fucking in a storage closet," she said, sarcastically.
"I'm sorry, but I just can't keep the boys off of me," Angel explained, shrugging his shoulders.
"Whatever. I kinda wish I brought my boyfriend with me, but I still had an okay time. So are we gonna go trick or treating now, or what?"
"Hell yes! Let's go!"
"We won't get very much candy, you know. That little white purse and my black bag should be enough room."
"Absolutely. I just wanna see their reactions when we come to their houses at 11 at night, trick or treating like it's completely normal."
They dissolved in a fit of giggles as they grabbed hands. Scampering out of the now empty apartment building, they left behind a room littered with confetti, crushed plastic cups, condom wrappers, and tinsel.
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"Look at all of this!" Mimi exclaimed, gaping at her bag, bulging with candy. "I totally didn't expect any of this at all."
"Me neither. The people hardly even turned us away, except for those two families in that building - did you see that woman's face when she saw my costume?"
Mimi laughed loudly as she held onto Angel, who could barely stand up he was laughing so hard. "I do not approve of this! You're lucky my children aren't awake," Mimi said, mocking the woman who shunned them away in a fake, British accent.
This sent Angel over the edge, as he crashed into a pile of garbage cans, collapsing against the wall. When he finally caught his breath, he spoke, "Oh. My. God. That was the funnies thing ever. Her face - completely priceless!"
"I know. God, this is so much fun. It's so late, though, now I really feel bad bothering the yuppie scum of the city. One more building, then we'll call it a night?"
"Yeah, good idea. Gosh, am I tired," Angel stated, yawning as he spoke.
"Sex and trick or treating can really tire a person out, huh?"
"Shut up!" Angel yelped, holding onto Mimi so he could get up.
They arrived at the last building, noting that there were few lights on. That was understandable: it was 12:30 AM, and most people were asleep. The duo walked up to the first apartment that they saw, once they took the elevator up to the second floor. Angel knocked on the door loudly, fixing his halo so he looked presentable.
"Hello," a young woman in her mid 30's said as she answered the door. She was dressed exactly as "yuppie scum" should be dressed: a 3-piece suit, elegant pearl necklace with matching earrings, blonde hair perfectly placed in a symmetrical bob, and classic red lipstick. Angel noted that the shade on her lips did absolutely nothing to accentuate her grey eyes, but resisted the urge to say something to her. He wasn't working at the makeup counter now, and giving makeup advice was what he got paid for.
"Trick or treat!" Mimi screamed into the apartment, which was dark, except for the front light that the woman had turned on.
"Excuse me? Do you two know what time it is?" she asked, obviously irritated with the rowdy duo standing at her door.
"It is precisely 12:34 AM, ma'am," Angel answered, showing her his pink glittery watch, "and my friend and I are out trick or treating."
"Trick or treating? Not only do both of you look to be in your twenties, which is entirely too old to be doing such childhood things, but you are disturbing my home! I have young children asleep in their bedrooms, how dare you wake them up. And what is this costume that you're wearing? It's disgusting!" she gasped, looking Angel up and down, noting his clothing, or lack thereof.
"Um, I'm an angel," he responded, acting like she should have known that in the first place, "What, you don't like?"
"I think it's sickening. I do not want to see that much of your body," she stated firmly, preparing to shut the door. Mimi and Angel were having too much fun with this, and there was no way they would stop now.
"Why, you don't like the way I look? Are you calling me," Angel paused, taking a dramatic pause, "fat?"
"Oh, you should not call Angel fat. He's very self-conscious about the way he looks," Mimi explained, playing along with Angel's ridiculous act. Angel began to fake-cry, to make the woman feel guilty. "Oh no! look what you've done, you. you've made him cry!"
"I am not falling for that," the woman stating firmly, still trying to close the door, although Angel was leaning his entire body on it, holding his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking. They actually shook with laughter instead of tears, but the yuppie woman did not need to know that. "You are both 20 year olds trick or treating, and now one of you is crying because you think you're fat? This is absurd."
Mimi managed to keep a straight face through the entire conversation, staring her down. "Whatcha gonna do about it?"
"Call the cops," she said, calmly, as she held the phone in her hand and dialed 911, "Hello."
Angel grabbed Mimi's arm, just as she was about to pick a fight with the woman. "Nice talking to you lady!" he yelled after her.
"You never gave us candy, Chucha!" Mimi screamed, as Angel yanked her further down the hallway.
"Get back here you two! The cops will be here any minute!" she shrieked after them, leaning out her door.
"Run. fast," Angel said, as he and Mimi scooted out of the apartment through an emergency stair case.
The rounded the corner of the building, ducking into an alley as they heard police sirens whiz by seconds later. Breathing heavily and trying to stifle their giggles, they gripped onto each other, smiling ear to ear.
"That has to be the funniest thing that's ever happened to me," Mimi said, as she gripped onto Angel's glittery arm.
"It's been an interesting evening. God, it's so late though, it's almost 1 now," Angel stated, looking at his watch.
"Shit, Chase is gonna be so mad if I come home this late."
"Chase?"
"My boyfriend," she said, as if he asked a stupid question.
"Oh yeah, I forgot that was his name. Anyway, why don't you call him and say you're spending the night at my place. I've met him before, he knows I'm no threat."
"That's true. Is it okay with Paul?" she asked, nervously.
"Paul really doesn't care who I have over, as long as he doesn't hear anything in the other room, if you catch my drift." He winked at her.
"God, you're such a sex-addict."
"It's a nice thing to be addicted too, though," Angel explained, nodding his head in satisfaction.
"Yeah, I guess so. So you wanna head back to your place?"
"Sure, let's go," Angel said, taking her hand as they trudged home on the dark streets, exhausted after a night of fun and mischief. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Angel's a dirty little boy! Hehehe ( anyway, I hope you all like this one. I wrote it kinda quickly, so it's not exactly how I expected, but whatever. The next chapter should be up shortly, probably within a week or 2. thanks for reading, and don't be afraid to review. They make me SMILE!