I do not own Rent, Jonathan Larson, the most brilliant man in the history of the universe, does :3 I also do not own the Life Café (yes, it is a real place, for those of you who don't know)

Hello, again, Rentheads :3 This is more AngelMimi (as friends, as if they could be anything else) fluff than AngelCollins, but it's happy nonetheless. And there's a surprise at the end, so read on

December 27th

"Angel baby!"

"Meems! Hi!"

Angel and Mimi shared a huge hug, then did dramatic air kisses on each other's cheeks. Such was the ritual of the two best friends. Then, they would normally link arms, half-dancing half-walking to wherever they were going, in this case, the Life Café, one of their more regular haunts. This they did, belting out songs that popped into their heads at the top of their lungs and drawing stares from the other people on the sidewalk. Once they had finally reached the Life Café, they were rather exhausted, but not so much that they couldn't yell out for wine and beer.

"So, Ang, how are things with Collins?" Angel's response was a dreamy smile and a happy sigh. "That good, huh?"

"He's the man of my dreams! I've never felt this way about anyone before! But he's been a bit sneaky lately; either he's hiding something bad… or planning something really great." Angel assumed the latter. She couldn't help but be a bit suspicious, since her man seemed to be rather popular with the men, but she knew she could trust him.

With a clunk, the waiter set down two bottles of beer and one of wine, as well as some glasses. Angel and Mimi unscrewed the caps on each other's beer, as was tradition, toasted to life, and each took a big swig. Mimi giggled at the line of foam that had stuck to Angel's upper lip, wiping it off with a paper napkin.

After a couple of hours of chatting, giggling, and, most of all, drinking, the girls headed back out, leaving enough money for the bill and a tip on the table. Angel had won quite a bit of money from a talent show, in which she had taken first place, and she had plenty to spare. Linking arms again, they made their way back to their respective homes.

"Hey, honey, I'm back!"

Collins leapt to his feet, hiding something behind him.

"Angel, I have a big surprise for you! I know you're going to love it. So close your eyes…"

Angel giggled from anticipation and lowered her eyelids.

"Okay, now what is it?"

"Just wait."

Suddenly, Angel felt a tongue licking her face. She giggled, "Collins, what are you – oh my goodness!"

Collins had laid a small dog in Angel's arms. She gasped, looking down into its big, brown eyes.

"Oh, Col, you shouldn't have!"

"But I did!"

"He's so cute!" Angel cooed as she stroked the dog's head. He was a little terrier with long, soft light-brown fur. His tongue hung out of his mouth as he panted, wagging his tail like crazy. "What should we name him?" Angel was excited; this was like the baby they could never have.

"How about Angel Jr.?"

"Or Tom Jr." Angel giggled as the dog licked her face again. "I think he needs a more original name. Something with character."

"Well, maybe we should wait til tomorrow, see what his personality is like first."

"Okay, that sounds good."

Sorry that last bit was so tedious; my brain went blaaaaaaaaaaat. So since I'm out of inspiration, I think I'll leave it up to you. Put your favorite names for the dog in your review, and I'll put them in a poll at the end of the next chapter to vote on. The next chapter will probably be a short filler chapter with a bit of random fluff :3 So don't forget to check back for more fluff!