Miss Flawless:Chapter Five

Stormy strolled in confidently, laughing loudly with his group close behind. He spotted Rusty and the others, and slowed to stop, still chuckling. The look on that newbie's face, Angel, was priceless.

"Well hello. Why the shocked expressions?" he asked the group with amusement.

"I…you…he…" Angel feebly pointed to the drag queen standing beside Stormy.

"Kitten, what'd you do this time?" Stormy asked his friend with a smirk. Kitten's eyes widened in mock innocence. He dramatically raised a delicate hand to his cheek.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Stormy, I haven't done anything."

Angel still hadn't found her voice. She looked at Kitten, to Collins, to Rusty, then finally to Stormy. She clenched and unclenched her fingers several times, imagining her hands on a certain someone's throat. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do now.

Cha-Cha, like last time, once again had to be stopped from tackling Stormy to the ground by Ivana. "Damn it, Stormy, you stole her dress!"

Stormy smiled sourly. "Why would I want to steal that thing?"

"If your own friend is wearing it, how can you say that?" Collins asked angrily, taking Angel into his arms. Angel's eyes were threatening tears, and her breathing was choked with swallowed sobs.

"It's not bad, Kitten," Stormy said to him casually, Kitten not seeming insulted in the least. "But I'm glad you wore it today, instead of Sunday. I don't think it's very fashion show worthy."

That was it. Cha-Cha's eyes blazed, her normal optimistic personality flying out the window. She pulled away from Ivana before throwing a finger in Stormy's face. "Listen, mister," she hissed. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" She went of into a tantrum, screaming what was assumed a long line of insults in Spanish. "How dare you show up here wearing that! Angel spent weeks on that dress, and you have the nerve to let one of your despicable lapdogs parade around in it!"

Stormy was taken aback by the new side in the usually sweet Cha-Cha's behavior. He brought out the best people, didn't he? He hid his surprise with a mask of amusement, which only enraged the spicy Hispanic even more.

"How the hell do you sleep at night?" she shrieked, getting curious glances from various passerby.

"Doesn't look like he sleeps at all, with those dark bags under his eyes," Ivana commented cooly. Stormy snorted.

Collins watched silently as he held his Angel close to him, absently planting soft kisses on the top of her head. This was the second time Stormy had attacked Angel emotionally, and he couldn't understand why he was targeting her. He hated seeing his lover so upset. He knew she could handle herself on the street with the worst of 'em, and on occasion drop her defenseless girl act and kick the shit out of grown men, but this was different. Those times, she'd just take it as another narrow minded person with a grudge against gays. With Stormy, a drag queen like herself, it was too personal to just shake off. He was very grateful Cha-Cha was there to defend his girl, he himself to busy trying to comfort her.

Cha-Cha was yelling so much she forgot to breathe, and soon she began to hyperventilate. Ivana quickly rushed to her side, and Amazing Grace picked up where she left off.

Of course, Stormy and gang weren't ones to stand idly by and let our drag queens hurl insults at them. Oh no, they too joined in, shouting and cursing like no tomorrow.

Cha-Cha shook Ivana off once her breathing was under control, and lunged at the transvestite beside Kitten who was advancing on Amazing Grace.

Rusty, who had waited to see if her girls could handle this on their own, now jumped in, claiming Stormy. Ivana, aware of how small she was, and knowing that she'd be easily hurt should a built member attack her, chose to start with an unknown at the back of Stormy's pack.

Collins pulled Angel away when he saw her fingers tightening in a fist. He smiled. His love got her bite back. He was actually afraid of what she might do now that her fighting spirit had returned. He'd seen her at the riot after Maureen's show last year.

Finally someone called Security, and the two groups were pulled apart. The rival gang shoved the officers off them, and left quickly to wait in another area of the building.

Rusty ushered them all to a table, and after he sat them down, he looked them over carefully.

"Oh Cha-Cha," he said in a low voice, "you went and got yourself a black eye…" Cha-Cha hissed as Rusty spooned out some ice from her water and pressed it gingerly on her face. "Honey, what were you thinking?" Rusty laughed.

"It's obvious she wasn't thinking at all," Amazing Grace said with a smile, pressing a napkin on the cut Kitten's ring had left on her right arm. "Good thing I'm wearing long sleeves Sunday," she mumbled. She winked at Cha-Cha, "You know, I could of handled Kitten and that other tramp without you knocking her over." Cha-Cha raised an eyebrow, then her eyes widened from the pain of moving the muscles around her sore eye, then she bit her tongue. Widening her eyes hadn't helped either. Amazing Grace chuckled. "Thank you, honey."

Rusty shook her head. "You girls…you never cease to surprise me." They all beamed. She pulled back from the wincing Cha-Cha and sat straight in her chair. Ivana, proud to be bruise free, plopped down on Rusty's lap. "And I'm proud of you, sweetie," she said, wrapping her arms around Ivana's tiny waist. "Last time Stormy got this worked up, you practically hid behind Gypsy the whole time." Ivana blushed. "But today," Rusty smiled, giving her a squeeze, "Pixie only lasted a few seconds before running to Kitten."

"You ladies are amazing," Collins laughed. "And a little intimidating," he added good naturedly, and hugged his lover sitting sideways on him. Angel smiled, wiggling around on Collins lap, negotiating her hips between his legs.

"Think you're moving enough?" Collins chuckled, which only made Angel shift around even more. Once she was satisfied with her position, he gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Finished?" he asked with a smile.

She pretended to think about it. "Yes."

Mark, Roger, Mimi, Maureen and Joanne shuffled down the narrow aisle, mumbling 'Excuse me' now and then until they reached their seats. They hadn't gotten up early enough to see the beginning, but they knew their friends weren't for at least another hour or so. It was noon on a Friday, consider it a miracle they had gotten there at that time.

"This is so cool," Mimi whispered excitedly to Maureen, looking five ways at once at the hall filled entirely with drag queens, lesbians, and a few inbetween. "No wonder Angel loves it here. Look at that one over there, it's so cute!"

"Drag queens are people too," Maureen whispered back. "Not 'its'."

"I know," Mimi blushed. "But…honestly I can't tell if it's a very convincing drag queen or a lesbian or what…"

"I'll go see," Maureen offered, starting to stand.

"No you won't," Joanne hissed, grabbing her and pulling her back down to the seat.

"Am I the only one uncomfortable here?" Mark whispered to Roger.

"Hell no," Roger answered. "This is weird."

"Fuckin' weird," Mark agreed absently, looking around at the audience.

"Hey," started Roger, "so, are you going to start coming here too?" Marks cheeks went hot.

"What? Why would you think that?"

"Well, you and Ivana…"

"Roger, there is no 'me and Ivana.' There's Ivana," he put one hand in front of him, "and me" he raised the other, "but no…" he didn't know how to word it, so he pointed his index fingers together, hoping it would get his point across.

"Uh huh. That's not what the rest of us are thinking." Mark was silent. "C'mon man, you aren't still hung up over Maureen, are you?"

"No!"

"Then why not give Ivana a chance? What about the other night?" Mark rolled his eyes. Had he really expected them to forget that? Not really… "You know she likes you, man."

"Yeah, but, she isn't a real…she…"

Roger started to wonder why it had fallen to him to wake Mark up. Surely Mimi was a better candidate. He had been struggling against the urge to shake Mark until he saw things their way. She would be more understanding. But Mimi was busy, so he decided he'd give it a try.

"Mark, you know we're fine with Angel and Collins together, and we're fine with Maureen and Joanne. None of us would think any less of you and Ivana." Did that come out okay? The look on Marks face wasn't very encouraging. He couldn't help himself. "You know you like her," he winked. "Ask her to dinner or something."

"Do you know what you're asking?" snapped Mark, his face blank while his mind was tumbling over the idea and starting to like it. No. No, no, no. He wouldn't think about that right now. "I don't swing that way."

"Come on, we all think of her as being as much of a girl as Mimi."

"But she's not," countered Mark.

"Who cares? She's interested, you're interested-and don't even try saying you're not, man, not after how we found you guys two weeks ago." Ha. He had him there.

"I was asleep, that's not fair," Mark tried weakly. Why was he putting up such a fight? He remembered how he'd felt that morning…not upset in the least. Even a little excited. It was just admitting that maybe Roger was right about him, that he really did swing that way, that he wasn't sure he wanted to do.

"You could have pushed her off before you fell asleep." Ha. Had him again. This wasn't so hard.

Mark sighed. He had no way to get out of it now. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. "Alright. Fine. Whatever. I'll talk to her." His heart fluttered at the thought.

Roger smiled smugly and leaned back into his chair.

A/N: the Law&Order story is up. It's called Forbidden. It makes me giggle, lol, go read it! No one reads L&O lol and they hardly update their stories. And, yes I know I'm going on, stay withme,they hardly use Green (actor who plays Collins). Come on people, he is the best! The few that have him in it, and I even had to go to other sites cuz fanfiction doesnt have many with Green, have him and McCoy together. Ok, um, age difference... like twenty years... 0.o whatever floats your boat, I guess. I like them though, they're interesting. Im actualy really into this one fic with Green/McCoy. Its crazy. Oh yeah, I watched Flawless again last night...Anyway...

Today4Angel: I love the name! and thank you :)

yitzhaklova: thank you, and what is your name from? ... and how do you pronounce that...

Jessica: hey! I havent seen you in ages! Thank you for reading it :)

Alice Midnight: I got to give credit where credit is due, many thanks to you for helping with the L&O idea

Godmother: Good job! Three times! You rock:)

Eponine Poe: Aw, I'm sure Angel wouldnt inch away from you ;) Cross dressing trains, eh? Hmm...ideas...lol just kidding. How scary would it be to see the Little Engine That Could attempting to get a dress on? Ah, run away!

BohemianCane04: Yes! The pizza line! Best evah ;)

Anglina: oh, you have to see it, it's awsome!