Disclaimer: I don't own Rent, the James Bond characters mentioned, or Crazy Glue

AN: I'm actually starting to write this in the morning before rehearsal :3 Sorry I didn't update this much, but I've been working on Fine Cuisine with Katy. It's gonna be fun, so read it! Anyway, it's New Year's Eve in the world of Angel and Collins, so you know what that means! Oh, and sorry that the format's screwy, but FF is being special, so I had to upload a .txt file and copy-n-paste the stuff and then it got all weird
A shrill ring dragged Collins from his comfortable spot nestled in the bedsheets with Angel to the telephone, which he picked up promptly and yawned into. "Whaddyawant?" he mumbled rather groggily.

A loud and excited Maureen was on the other line, and her voice was so loud today that Angel, who had been woken up by Collins getting out of bed, could practically hear her. To avoid serious ear damage, Collins put her on speaker phone so he wouldn't have to have her screaming in his ear to talk to her. "Angel, Collins, guess what?"

"What?" the two answered from their seat on the end of the bed.

"Weee're having a New Year's party! And you're both invited! Mark says it's 'New Year's Rocking Eve: the Breaking-Back-Into-the-Building Party.' He gives things weird titles like that, you know, always did. Anyway, show up outside the loft around 11:55 and dress for a break-in, however you do that… I'm gonna be a cat burglar! Awesome, right? …Right?"

"Yeah, Maureen," Collins replied. "I just thought that was rhetorical."

"Who said anything about rutabagas? Anyway, it'll be fuuuuun! And maybe I can get pookie to come… if she's still speaking to me. Toodles!"

After Maureen hung up, Angel and Collins both sighed in happiness, now that their ears weren't being bombarded anymore. "Hey, Collins?"

"Yeah, Ang?"

"We should tell Maureen that telephones still pick up your voice if you don't yell."

"Yeah… it's never worked, though…"

"Well, anyway, what should we wear? I think we have enough time to pull some outfits together if we walk to the thrift store right away."

"Angel, it doesn't take 12 hours to get an outfit…"

"It does for me! Haven't you learned that yet?"

"Well, I've never gone shopping with you…"

"Really? Well, you're in for something interesting… let's go!"

A lot of long walks and what seemed like hundreds of outfits later, Angel finally found what she needed: two clear shower curtains, some old newspapers that a generous newsstand manager gave her, a pair of sunglasses, and white gogo boots. For Collins she found a dressy jacket and some sleek sunglasses; she wanted him to wear a full suit, but he refused, talking about how suits were opressive and some other stuff that Angel didn't understand.

"So, all these stores and the only actual clothes you needed were sunglasses and shoes? We're actually done now?"

"No no no, we're far from done."

"Huh?"

"What did you think I needed this stuff," she held up the curtains and newspapers, "For?"

"Well, I really didn't know…"

"You'll find out!"

"Ow, Collins, stop poking me!" Collins had been recruited to pin the sides of Angel's new newspaper-and-shower-curtain dress so they would fit tightly and she would know where to sew, but he seemed to be having trouble.

"I've never done this before!"

"It's not that hard!"

"Tell that to my fingers; they keep shaking!"

"Can't you try to steady them?"

"Well, I think I'm done, anyway… sorry if it's bad…"

Angel looked down, and grinned. "Collins, you got it perfectly! I guess the constant stabbing was just the price I had to pay. Now let's teach you how to use the sewing machine!"

Finally, after almost sewing his hand to Angel's dress a few times, Collins was done. "Good job, my coy little seamstress!" Angel said, patting him on the head. "And just on time… 11:30! Now, let's get dressed and go!"

Collins couldn't believe it had taken him that long to make her dress. It was going to be worth it, though; he loved seeing the delighted look on Angel's face when he was finished.

At 11:50, Angel was all dolled up in her plastic-and-newspaper dress and her new white gogo boots, with a curly blonde wig and a pair of sunglasses on top of her head. She also had a purple blowtorch slung around her like a purse. Collins had the jacket and sunglasses Angel had bought him on over his normal clothes, and carried the bottle of vodka that Collins had insisted on bringing, even though Angel had insisted that the proper new year's drink was bad champagne.

They were near the loft when suddenly, Angel slipped on a patch of snow and fell to the ground. She was relatively unharmed, but let out a shriek, anyway. "Collins, my shoe broke! The heel came off!" Collins picked it up, marveling at how big it was, and slipped it in his pocket

"Come on, Ang, we'll get some glue at the store." Angel managed to hop a short distance before Collins scooped her up. "We gotta hurry, so I'll just carry you there." Angel wrapped her arms around his neck, remembering how he had carried her home on that night when they had first met and she was completely drunk. They quickly purchased a bottle of Crazy Glue and used it to glue the heel back on, then set off for the party.

Will continue soon!