"It was the pasta!" insisted Angel, using her notoriously sticky key to let her and Collins into the apartment. The drag queen made her way to the blue couch that stood in the living room and collapsed onto it, flinging her purse to the sides and kicking her boot-covered high heels into the air. Her black bob wig was askew, and a button was coming off of her jacket. It had been a wild night.
"C'mon, you and I both know it was the chocolate!" Collins, slightly unsteady due to alcohol, stumbled into the apartment, his face glowing with the excitement of the night.
"Oh, like Roger gets that high off chocolate! I swear, only that freaky pasta you love would make him start trying to break dance on the table!"
"You, my dear, have never seen Roger on a sugar high! The break dancing was new; I'll admit it, but making friends with the wine glasses and announcing a protest to 'save the owls' is exactly what he did when that candy store on 108th was left open and he stole all the Gummi Bears! Jeez…" Collins, faint with laughter, sank onto the couch beside Angel, trying to catch his breath.
"Honey, sorry to wreck your 'Roger sugar theory' or whatever, but right after you gave him those noodles he started with the 'let's make the whole alphabet out of pretzels' thing. Poor Mimi, she looked so scared of him when he made her do the Q!" Angel moved around till she lay crosswise of on the couch, her heels propped up on the armrest and her head resting against Collins. He reached up and put his arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer.
"Angel, Roger has sugar problems. It's common knowledge. Didn't you hear about when Maureen left her powdered donuts out? She went to get a paper, and when she came back the donuts were gone and Roger was explaining osmosis to Mark's shoe while do jumping jacks on the table. Oh, and you were there when Mimi offered to share her Easter Bunny with him! You remember, right?"
"How can you forget when one of your best friends starts attempting back flips, falls, nearly breaks his neck, and then starts playing imaginary Twister with Joanne's cell phone? It's not an easy memory to forget, baby!" Angel laughed, remembering the disturbing events of that long ago night. Her musings were interrupted, however, when Collins gently turned her head towards his and kissed her. She smiled against his mouth and kissed him back.
What had begun as a gentle, loving, slightly drunk kiss soon escalated in something rated slightly above what I'm willing to describe, at least right here. Let's just say that items of clothing were removed, we should all feel sorry for the couch, and Angel didn't have a chance to take off her makeup.
After the events I have just hinted at had slowly ceased, Angel and Collins lay quietly, together on the couch, slowly falling into dreams of owl protests, pasta with meatless balls, and (oh, let's just say it) unbelievably great sex.
It had been a wild night.