NOTE: People seemed to think I had something planned for where they were going, well I totally didn't. I make this up as I go, so I'm sorry if it doesn't live up to all the e-mails I got asking for more…And also, this is the first time I've had to look something up for a story, so sorry if I got something wrong…
We all loaded back into Joanne's car, a very tight fit I might add, and began rolling down the street. It wasn't too bad in the front, Joanne, Collins and me, but in the back, there was a lot of arguing.
"Oww, your elbow is jamming into my leg!"
"No I didn't!"
"Not you, Mark."
"It was me sorry, but I'm at a very odd angle. I have no space of my own!"
"Then ride in the trunk!"
"There's no room in there. Roger's guitar is in there."
"Well would it be better if it was in here with us?"
"We have no room as it is."
Collins adjusted me on his lap. He must have been a bit uncomfortable too, but he said otherwise. "Well, we have all the room we need."
Just to make it worse, I stretched my arms out and leaned back on Collins lap, crossing my legs, so Roger hit me on the arm. It actually did hurt a little, so when I was rubbing my burse, Collins glared back at him. "If you have enough room to hit, you have too much room." With that said, he backed up his seat, which had been pulled as far forward as it could go.
Four separate groans were emitted from the back, and three people punched Roger. "OW! What? I didn't hit any of you."
"Ohh, so it's okay to just hit Angel?"
"Say you're sorry Roger."
Roger lowered his eyes. "Sorry Angel."
I smiled, just at how pathetic he looked. "It's okay Roger. I forgive you." I laughed, and he smiled at me.
Joanne finally sighed and looked through the rear view mirror into the back seat. "If you people don't shut up now, we're turning around."
Maureen slipped her arms around Joanne's neck and hugged her softly. "Sorry Pookie!" She kissed her and then leaned back onto Marks lap, which, by the looks of it, he was only slightly annoyed with. She began twirling her fingers in his sweater, and Mark's face got red. I shot her a look, and she backed off, winking like the diva she is.
I have the strongest urge to throw something at her, but think better of it, and lean against Collins again. "Are we there yet?" Yup, I'm growing restless.
Joanne took that as her cue to pull into a parking spot in front of a club. There were lights shining all around the door and windows. 'Jacque' was the name of the club, lit up in red blinking letters. "Yup. We're here." Joanne exited the car, closely followed by the others.
I smiled and kissed Collins before getting out of the car. This was way more than I was expecting. I club that I could go to, in drag, and still be ok. I started following after the others, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. Brushing the hair away from my eyes and kissing me longer. "You look beautiful you know."
I smiled against his cheek, taking in the smell and feel of his skin. "I know that baby." I pulled away and looked at him, with more diva spirit in me than I had had in a long time. "Believe me, I know!"
"Come on you two!" Mimi called to up impatiently.
Followed by Maureen. "Ya! Let's get this show on it!"
I turned from Collins and started walking back to them, and for the first time since we moved here, my hips swayed when I walked, and my shoulders were thrown back. I could practically hear Collins smile. "There's my girl." He caught up to me and laced his fingers with mine.
AVAVAVAVAVAVA
Maureen and Mimi clung to me for the first ten minutes that we were there, jabbering different things about what they had heard about this place and how Joanne even called them to make sure that it was fit for me; I felt so special at that moment.
Slowly, different people drifted to different areas. Mark walked toward the stage with his camera, ready to take it all in through the lens. Maureen started dancing with different people, which prompted Joanne to get a drink from the bar, never taking her eyes from Maureen. After Roger had three beers, Mimi finally convinced Roger to dance with her.
And I danced with Collins, who seemed to sense all the looks I was getting and held me tighter. It was nice to be looked at in a flirtatious way, rather than in a 'you don't belong here' kind of way after all this time, but I don't think Collins liked people looking at me… period.
When I was finally out of breath, I sat down in the booth that Roger was occupying, since Mimi had taking to dancing with the other drag queens. Collins stood at the end of the booth. "You two want something to drink?"
"Just water, thanks."
Roger on the other hand, was smiling like an idiot. "Dude, they have the best beer here. You have to try it!" He handed Collins an empty beer bottle.
Collins just looked at him. "This is empty man." He handed it back to Roger.
Roger's jaw dropped. "Tom! You drank all my beer? You should get me another one. It's only fair." He folded his arms over his chest and looked at Collins with determination.
Collins gave me an odd look and lowered his voice so that Roger wouldn't hear. Not that he would have noticed. He had taken to looking through his empty bottle like a pirate. "You think he'll notice if I don't bring him back one?"
I laughed softly. "I don't think you should risk it. Roger goes from silly to scary awfully fact when he's drunk."
Collins looked at Roger, who was pretending that him watch was a compass, and was trying to look north through his beer bottle. "I guess you're right." He kissed me on the forehead. "Be right back." He walked to the crowded bar to wait for drinks, and not more than a moment later, some guy in a tight black shirt and torn jeans slid into the booth beside me. He kind of resembled Mark a bit, with the messy blond hair and blue eyes, they even had the same squared off jaws, but this man had no glasses, and was looking far too smug to be Mark.
I looked at him and slid closer to Roger, not liking the vibe that this guy was giving off. "Can I help you?"
He slid closer to me. "It would help if you'd dance with me."
"No thanks. I'm waiting for my boyfriend." I slid up to Roger, hitting him with my leg under the table, silently asking for help.
Roger finally looked up and noticed that someone who was not one of his friends was sitting at the table. "Umm, sorry, but I reserved this table, and you're gonna have to leave." He pointed at the chair the man was sitting in. "That's Joanne's chair!"
The man remained very cool and calm. "I'll leave as soon as this lovely lady agrees to dance with me." He held out his hand, and I just looked at him.
Roger started giggling. It was odd. I had never heard him giggle before, and it only added to the fact that I thought he would make a fabulous drag queen.
The man looked at him. "What's so funny?"
"What's your name?"
"Eric. Why?"
"Well Eric, I'm going to say this in the nicest way possible. You're going to get your head smashed into the wall." More giggling. "I mean, Angel's boyfriend it tall." He leaned across the table and grabbed Eric's shirt, pulling him close as if Roger was telling the most secret story ever. "I mean he's really really tall! Have you seen him! It's like this!" His hand flew up over his head and he shook it there. "I swear! He's like this tall!"
I brought my hand to my mouth, unable to hold in the laughter. Of all the moments to choose to come back, Mark walked to the table and sat down, instantly noting the person who didn't belong. He opened his mouth to say something, but Roger let go of Eric's shirt and grabbed Mark's. "Tell him Mark! Tell Eric how tall Collins is!"
Mark coughed. It looked like Roger was holding him pretty tightly. "What?" More coughing. "Rog, you're choking me!"
"No, he needs to know! Tell him how tall Collins is!"
Marks hands flew up to Rogers. Prying him off. "Ya he's tall! Collins is very tall! Now get off of me!"
Happy with the answer, Roger let go and smiled at Eric. "See I told you!" His hand flew up again as he mouthed the words 'this tall'. He grabbed his bottle again and looked at Mark, who was rubbing his neck. "Dude, I swear to god, you can see the ocean through this thing!"
Mark looked at me, still rubbing his neck. "What the hell is going on? How much did you let him drink!"
I just shrugged my shoulders. "I didn't let him have any, Mimi got him drunk…. Speaking of!" Mimi, Maureen, and Joanne walked over. Mimi sat on Eric's side, not noticing he was there. I figured that she was probably a little drunk too.
Maureen looked at Mark rubbing his neck. "Aww Markie! What happened to you?"
"Roger choked me."
"Aww. Here, let me help." Maureen took to rubbing his neck for him.
Mimi looked at Roger. "Roger! You can't just go around choking your friends! It's wrong!"
He handed her the bottle. "Here. Look through that." Mimi just looked at him, knowing that he was being stupid. Maybe she wasn't so drunk, just oblivious.
Joanne looked at the now empty table, then to Maureen, glaring at her. "You know Maureen, I think Mark's fine now."
Maureen smiled and stopped rubbing his shoulders, turning to wrap her arms around Joanne. "Ohh Pookie, I was only helping him out with those tough to reach spots." She kissed Joanne on the nose. "Do you need the same kind of help? I'd be happy to help both of you." She giggled.
Joanne rolled her eyes. "Is everyone here very drunk?"
"No." Mark.
"Maybe." Mimi.
"Seriously Mimi, look through the bottle." Roger. He looked up and seemed to see Joanne for the first time. "Ohh my god Jo! I saved you a seat, right there, and Eric took it!" He pointed to the chair Eric was sitting in.
She looked at him. "Who's Eric?"
Roger answered very nonchalantly. "He's the one hitting on Angel."
I think I was blushing at this point. Mimi looked at Eric, her jaw dropped to the ground. She started laughing, as did Mark and Maureen.
Eric just looked at everyone, his face contorted in an odd pose. "What's so wrong with that?"
Maureen giggled. "You obviously don't know Collins."
Roger grabbed her arm. "Don't worry, I took care of it. I told him how tall Collins is."
Mimi reached across the table for Roger's hand. "Ohh good. That will keep him away." They grabbed hands and laughed.
Maureen again joined in on the laughing. "Ya. Collins would scare him away."
Collins took that as his cue to come back. "I scare who?" He handed me my water and took a sip of his own beer, which Roger was eyeing with envy.
Mark looked up at him. "Eric."
"Who's Eric?"
This time, Mimi answered. "They guy who's hitting on your Angel."
Collins face went blank as he looked at the only new person at the table. "You're Eric?"
You could see a lump rise in Eric's throat. "Ya?"
Roger grabbed Collins arm and pulled himself up using Collins as support. "See! Didn't I tell you!" He waved his hand above Collins head, again mouthing 'he's tall'.
Eric slid out of his chair and pushed it in. "You know, I think I'd better be going."
Collins glared at him. "I think that that would be very wise of you." He set his beer on the table, and wrapped his arms around me, kissing the top of my head.
Roger looked at the beer, just sitting there. "Aww! It's lonely!" He grabbed the beer and drank it in nearly one sip.
Eric looked around the group, winking to Angel before walking away.
Roger again pointed to the chair. "Hey Joanne!" He called her name as if she was a mile away. "Your chair's empty now!"
"Thanks Roger." Joanne sat down and Maureen slipped into her lap, twirling her fingers in Joanne's hair as Mark watched Joanne with jealously in his eyes.
When Eric winked at me, Collins let go of me and made as if he was going to punch the guy, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back to me, kissing him. "Don't bother. It's flattering really."
"Well, I don't want him flattering my girl. That's my job."
"And a very good job you're doing, so can we leave it at that?" I pleaded with him not to start a scene, which I knew he would.
But like always, I had a way of melting him. "Fine. I'll let it be." He kissed me again.
"Thank you baby." I let go of his hand, which Mimi soon grabbed.
"Hey Collins! Dance with me!" Without waiting for a response, Mimi pulled Collins away.
Maureen looked at Mark as if she was going to ask him to dance, and Joanne must have sensed this, because she grabbed his hand and pulled him up. "Mark, let's dance." Joanne and Mark walked off and Maureen pouted toward me.
Roger looked at the couples that had just walked off and were now dancing. "Is it odd that all of our partners are off dancing with other people?"
Maureen shook her head. "Not really." She was never a hypocrite. "Angel! Let's show them how it's done!" She reached her hand to me which I took and pulled me up.
"Hey! I wanna dance with someone!"
I looked at Roger with just a bit of shock. "But Roger, honey, you hate dancing."
He stood up defiantly. "Well, tonight, I wanna dance." He reached out his hand to me and Maureen. "One of you dance with me!"
Maureen looked at me. "We'll both dance with you. Show the others what there missing."
I nodded. "Alright. Let's do this!"
The three of us walked to the dance floor and joined the others. We started dancing, and it was actually fun. "Roger why do you never dance? You're great at it!"
He giggled. "I'm only good at it because I'm very drunk right now!"
Mimi over heard us and looked at Roger. "Are you kidding me! Roger can't dance?"
"I don't know Mimi. He's pretty good. It may just be you."
"To hell with you, let me at him!" Mimi took Rogers hand and they were off together.
Collins held out his hand to me, which I took, and Maureen was again left alone, but not for long. She soon had three men and two women dancing around her, and she was loving it…. But Joanne was not. She let go of Mark and made her way to Maureen, pushing through the crowd and grabbing Maureen's hand, pulling her out of the group and back to Mark. The three of them danced, which looked somewhat odd, but they all loved it.
We slowly drifted from our set groups so that it was just the seven of us dancing with the seven of us, much as it should be.
