It took us a while to actually get out of that mess. When we did, Tom had immediately latched to me, checking my arms for bruises or anything. They were killing me. I knew a few bruises would pop up very soon, but I was infact going to live. When he was done looking at my arms and legs, which didn't go over well since I was wearing tights, he held me close to him, and kissed my cheek.

"Oh my God Angel, I'm so sorry, I didn't think that would happen. Usually this sort of thing doesn't at Maureen's protests, I swear if I thought anything like this would ever happen, I wouldn't have-…" He was rambling again. I covered his mouth with my own to shut him up. I let go of him, and looked into his eyes.

"Tom, sweetie, don't be sorry." I said, and grinned at him. "I haven't had that much excitement in a very long time." I told him, and laughed, kissing him again, holding his face to mine as he wrapped his arms around me. I heard a whistle or two, and Tom let go of me, and turned his head. I couldn't help myself to a little more, as I continued to kiss him down his cheek to his jaw line, leaning on him.

"Hey, if you two want to just head back home, we aren't stopping you." I heard Roger call out, and laughed. I stopped and looked at him, holding Mimi's hand. OH MY GOD! My Mimi has a sweetheart? This was too perfect! Mimi flashed a grin at me.

"Come on Angel, we haven't been able to hang out and party for the longest time! We'll be able to catch up baby." Mimi said, and grabbed my hand, steering me from Tom to the restaurant closest to us, the Life Café. I looked back at Tom, who was talking to Roger. She almost ran so we could have a second to ourselves. She turned me to face her, and her face was of utter awe. "You are seeing HIM?" She asked me, with an amazed smile on her face. I blushed, and giggled.

"Yeah…we…well…just met actually." I told her, and held my hands together. Her jaw dropped.

"You little slut! Already sucking face!" She almost shrieked, and I gave her a mockingly hurt face.

"I am not!" I told her defensively, and hit her arm. "And, I would NOT be the one to talk, holding hands with New York's number one bad guy." I told her, and giggled. She laughed with me.

"Oh my God…I don't know what it is about Roger. I mean, he was a wicked asshole when I first tried to get him out, but I think he was just cranky or something, because he came right back to me." She said defiantly.

"And how long has this been going on?" I asked her, my heart all a flutter. She blushed.

"Um…since like…three this afternoon." She said, and I gawked at her, and hit her arm again. "Ow! Angel, stop that!" She said, and rubbed her arm. "You can't call me a hypocrite either." She said, before I could even open my mouth. "We haven't even kissed once." I rolled my eyes.

"Well, Collins and I have been with each other since noon, non stop. I can't help myself, I mean god damn it Meems, look at the guy." I said, and turned her body to face Tom. "He's a walking sexsicle." I told her, and she giggled.

"Alright, fine, but make sure you don't get past that, unless he's one for suicide." She told me, and I sighed at her.

"Oh shut up, he has it too." I grumbled at her, and walked over to a table where some others were seated. She followed, frowning.

"Angel, come on, don't be such a sour puss." She said, and sat next to me, holding my arm. I looked right at her.

"I'm not stupid enough to date someone who's not sick Mimi." I told her harshly. "I would never EVER risk passing that on. You know better than that." I said, and crossed my arms. She frowned, and rubbed my arm.

"I know Angel, but…I don't know, Collins seems like a sweet guy, and I just don't want you jumping into anything." She assured me, and I smiled a little bit. How could I get mad at her? She snuggled up to me, and pouted, looking into my eyes sadly. "Please forgive me Angel?" She begged, and I rolled my eyes.

"I hate you SO much girl." I said, and she giggled, knowing I was joking. I gave her a big kiss, and she giggled again. There was a clearing of the throat behind me, and two big hands made there way to my shoulders. I looked up, and grinned. Tom was there.

"So, I see my competition. I'm in more trouble than I thought." He said, and I giggled. Mimi sat up to face him.

"You know it honey. This is MY shemale hoe." She said, and snapped her finger, and I slapped her butt. Tom cracked up.

"Well, then I would be happy to be a frequent flyer." He said, and turned to kiss me. He did, and I held his face to mine. Mimi just sighed.

"Gross." She muttered. Well, that was out of her character, let me tell you. My Mimi-chica was a full time S&M dancer at the Cat Scratch Club down the street. The last thing on earth she should be grossed out about is a sweet kiss. Tom looked at her, and laughed.

"Well, now that you're seeing Roger…this'll be a good induction to all things gross." He said, and I stuck my tongue out along with Mimi. We both giggled, and others walked in. Maureen walked in with Mark and a woman, who she seemed latched to. This must have been the woman she was with…I surely hope. Joanne I think Roger said her name was. Roger sat down across from Mimi, and Mark sat next to Roger. Tom looked down at me. "Has anyone taken the seat next to you?" He asked me, and I giggled.

"Yes, the most gorgeous man on earth did." I told him, and took his hand, sitting him down next to me. He grinned, and pulled me hard, and kissed me just as hard. I sat up on my knees, kissing him back. Mark had thrown his balled up napkin at Tom, but he didn't leave our kiss. He just gave Mark the finger, and went right back to me.

"Well, well, well, Collins." A feminine voice called from across the table. "Aren't we fiery tonight?" Tom let go of our kiss, and I breathed out heavily. Shit, I don't know whether he was trying to serenade me, or kill me. I would hate for that kiss to have gone any farther, for my own life. But then again, it wouldn't hurt too much to just try. Which I was going to do, the end. I turned to the voice. It was Maureen. I grinned at her happily. Tom stood up, and she hopped over the table, and gave him a big hug and a kiss. I giggled, and clapped my hands happily. She let go of him, and looked at me. She smiled. "And who might this be?" She asked him, and he grinned, taking my hand.

"This Maureen is Angel Dummot-Schunard." He said, and she looked at him happily.

"No pet names yet?" She asked quietly, and I blushed horribly.

"I haven't had the time to think of one." He said, and pulled me close to him, kissing my cheek.

"She from Boston?" She asked, and I looked up at Tom.

"No, she lives right down the block." He told her, and I giggled.

"I found him this morning in the alleyway, all beat up and bruised. I couldn't leave him there to fend for himself." I told Maureen, and she gasped.

"You got beat up!" She exclaimed, holding her heart.

"Yeah, while I was getting ready to walk to the loft." Tom told her, and frowned. "But I'm alright now." Maureen nodded, and smiled.

"So…what did you guys think?" She asked, and I grinned happily, jumping.

"Maureen, you were WONDERFUL sweetie. You just kept me on my toes that whole time! All those metaphors were perfect, from what I know." I told her happily, and Tom nodded.

"Made me miss you guys a lot. Hopefully I won't be missing anything anymore." He said, and laughed. Maureen just glowed.

"Well, I'm glad you guys had fun! I'm going to go make the rounds." She said, and kissed Tom's cheek. She left, and we both sat back down. I snuggled back up to him, and he wrapped his arm around me. He was warm, and if it weren't so loud in here, I could have fallen asleep. A moment later, a waiter came over to us. Tom nudged me.

"You want anything?" He asked me, and I giggled.

"Oh…um...yeah…uh…Miso Soup sounds good." I said. I wasn't expecting to order; I forgot the point of restaurants was to infact feed people. Tom laughed at me, and looked back at the waiter.

"And I'll have the vegetarian spaghetti dish please." He said, and I looked at him.

"Vegetarian?" I asked him, and he nodded. I gave him a funny face, and Roger tapped my arm.

"Yes, see, he won't eat meat from an animal, but he'll eat human meat." Roger said, and I just fell into a fit of giggles with Mimi. Tom shot him a look and threw his spoon at Roger. Roger began to laugh too. "See Angel, he's harmless." Roger said, and picked up the spoon. "Wouldn't even throw his fork at me." Tom made a face at him, and Roger made a goofy face, and stuck out his tongue.

"So, how are you two friends?" I asked, and Mimi snorted. Tom chuckled.

"Aw, see, Roger might have this tough funny ass attitude right now, but in all actuality, he's the biggest pussy I've ever met." Collins smiled, and looked at Roger.

"Well, at least I won't have to worry about you hitting on him then." I told him, and Mimi just cracked up. Roger made a face of disgust.

"Angel, you are a sick, sick human." He muttered to me. I looked at him, and held my hand to my ear.

"What? What was that? A sick what? I didn't get that the first time, can you repeat that?" I asked him. I couldn't believe he said human. I do infact have a gender. Skirt or penis. It does exist. He got nervous, and Mimi hit my arm.

"Angel, stop that!" She told me. "You're worse than he is!" She squealed, and I laughed. Before she could say anything else, I heard Maureen. We all looked up.

"Benjamin Coffin the Third, the enemy of Avenue A." She grumbled, walking over to a small table with Benny and one of the men he was with earlier.

"What brings a mogul in his own mind to the Life Café?" Tom shouted. Benny stood up, looking pissed.

"Now, you guys, stop. Don't make a scene." He said, walking over to our table. Maureen made a face.

"OH! So now, you don't want a scene!" She shrieked. "You should have told the cops you paid off that." She grumbled. Benny looked right at her.

"That wasn't my fault. They were just on standby, but they took their liberties." He fought, and Maureen rolled her eyes.

"Go to hell." She grumbled, and he sighed, about to say something, when Roger interrupted.

"Why did Muffy-…?"

"-Allison." Benny corrected, and Roger made a little face.

"Miss the show?" He continued, and looked at Mark.

"There was a…death in our family." Benny said, looking at the floor. Everyone sort of looked at each other, and I sort of felt bad.

"Who died?" I asked him, and he looked right at me.

"Our…Akita." He answered softly, and my eyes got big.

"Evita!" Both Mark and Roger decided to exclaim, and Tom hit them both subtly. I hid myself behind him, and he chuckled a bit. Benny sighed, thinking we were making fun of him, which we weren't, not really.

"You all make fun, but I'm the only one here attempting to do any good for myself. You're the ones who want to live in places where hobos piss on your doorsteps. You think of this fantasy world, Bohemia. Well, wake up sunshines, this is Calcutta, Bohemia is DEAD." He said, and walked back to his seat, and Mark stood up, and did a pretend eulogy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we gather here on this fine night to say out goodbyes to the late great daughter of mother earth, on this night that we celebrate a birth of…your savior." Okay, Mark's Jewish. Got it. Both Collins and Roger stood up, and sang a deep Latin choir song, and Mimi and I pretended to cry our eyes out. "We raise our glasses to La Vie BOHEME!" He said, and we all lifted our water glasses, and clinked them together.

"La Vie Boheme!" We all shouted in agreement, and drank our water. I giggled, and Tom laughed, taking my hand. We heard the other man at the table clear his throat, sounding annoyed. I looked at where his eyes were focused. It was on Maureen and Joanne, who were making out.

"Hey, she's my sister." Maureen said and giggled. That was pretty slick, though…Joanne was African American, and Maureen was about as white as Mark. That made me laugh, and looked at Tom. He grinned at me.

"That's Maureen for you." He said, and laughed. The waiter came back into view, and called attention.

"Alright people, I have here, thirteen orders of fries, five Miso soups, four seaweed salads, three soy burger dinners, two tofu dog platters, and one pasta with meatless balls." He said, and Roger cracked up.

"That's disgusting!" He said, laughing.

"It tastes exactly the same!" Tom said defensively, and I put a hand on his chest, trying to console him, but Mimi opened her mouth.

"If you close your eyes." She said, and I snorted. It did sound raunchy.

"Is that all?" The waiter called over us.

"Wine!" Mark shouted.

"And beer!" Roger added, and we all cheered. I clapped, and laughed. I looked at Mimi.

"This is going to be the best night of my life!" I told her, and she grinned.

"I hope so, and I hope mine's just as good." She said, and our beers were handed to us. She stood up, and held hers.

"To handcrafted beers made in local breweries!" She said, holding up her bottle. I stood up with her.

"To Yoga!" I said, and we both drank

"To yogurt!" She said, almost proudly, and I laughed.

"To rice!"

"And to beans!"

"And cheese!" I added quickly, and we both drank again, laughing our asses off.

"To leather!" She said loudly, holding her bottle, and she got some cheers. I was not going to let her win. We both drank, and I stood up on my chair, holding my bottle into the air.

"To dildos!" I said, and both genders shouted in laughter and cheers. We both drank again, cracking up.

"To Curry Vindaloo!" She tried, and I giggled.

"To Huevoes."

"Rancheros!"

"To Maya Angelou!" We both shouted, and fell on our asses, drinking the rest of our beer. Tom caught me, and kissed my cheek.

"You need a chill pill baby." He said, but I knew he was having a good time. I looked right at him, and opened another bottle of beer.

"You try it!" I told him, and he laughed.

"Alright." He smirked, and stood up, holding his glass. "To emotion!" He said, and drank, and I smacked his butt.

"To devotion!" Maureen said, standing, and Mark snorted. I felt bad for him.

"To causing a commotion." Tom said, and held up my hand, as I drunk, and I laughed.

"Creation!" Maureen added, and Tom shrugged.

"Vacations!" He said, and laughed. These two sucked. I looked at Mark, and he looked at me. He stood up with his wine glass.

"To mucho masturbation!" He shouted, and we all certainly drank to that. I cracked up.

"To Sontag!" Tom added, and drank.

"To Sondheim!" I said happily, and drank.

"To…Lenny Bruce!" Tom added quickly, pointing to Roger, who seemed out of it.

"To…umm…Langston Hughes!" Roger made up, and then laughed, along with others.

"TO THE STAGE!" Maureen screamed, and downed most of her beer. Tom laughed happily, but he was still standing. As I finished my second beer, I pulled him down next to me, and gave him a rather sloppy kiss. It was beer, not spit, thank you. I am still a lady, alcoholic or not. He wrapped his arms around me, and one hand made it's way down to my leg, and wrapped it around him. What a little horn dog. I guess his tolerance to beer wasn't very high. I pulled him in tight, and I heard hollers in our direction. My hand found it's way up his shirt to his abs. Oh shit, there they were again. Thank God for that man's interruption, or I would have had to take Tom to the bathroom or something. Benny's friend, or whatever, cleared his throat again, and was looking at both Tom and me. I giggled, and we shrugged.

"Brothers." We said at the same time. I laughed at him, and he snorted, sending him into almost tears. Mimi hit my arm laughing. I turned to face her, and Mark stood up. He was drunk. You could tell. He lifted his beer bottle, and pointed it up.

"To bisexuals!" He said, shooting that at Maureen. I stood up, to make the situation lighter.

"To…trisexuals!" I shouted, and everyone laughed. Mimi stood up, holding on to me.

"To homo…sapiens!" She said, and I laughed.

"Carcinogens." Mark said. It was my turned.

"Hallucinogens." I stuttered, and drank. I heard Tom clap. Mimi shrugged.

"Men." She said, and laughed.

"To Pee-Wee Herman!" Mark said, and I snorted.

"To German Wine!" I said, drinking some wine this time.

"To turpentine!" Mimi shouted.

"Gertrude Stein." Mark said, drinking, and Roger cracked up.

"Antonioni!" I said, pointing to Mark.

"Bertolucci!" Mimi said proudly.

"Kurosowa!" Mark said, trying to imitate a Kung Fu fighter or something. I crack up.

"Carina Burana!" I said, but barely over my laughs. I downed the rest of my wine, and grabbed another bottle of beer. I had to hold onto my chair by now. Collins stood up, and lighting up a joint, he smirked.

"To marijuana!" He said, and I cracked up. Mimi joined him.

"To sodomy!" She shouted, and held a hand to her mouth.

"To S&M!" I screamed, and Tom held me close.

"La Vie Boheme!" He shouted, along with a few other people. We collapsed and cracked up, drinking. I took off my Santa coat, the wine going to my head, and making me hot. Tom watched me closely, but he wasn't about to get any kind of show. I was wearing something under that. Just a skirt and a green top with nylon orange and yellow sleeves. Weirdest thing I ever made. He kissed my cheek, and I turned to kiss him. After a second, he stood up, and clinked his knife to his glass.

"In honor of the death of Bohemia," He said, shooting a look at Benny. "An impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner." He said, and other cheered. "Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap mind you, will perform her famous lawn chair handcuff dance, to the sounds of ice tea being stirred." He said, in a British accent, and Mimi hit my arm.

"How does he know I can do that?" She scolded, and I just giggled.

"Oh shut up, he would have found out one way or another." I laughed. Roger stood up.

"And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an erection on the high holy days!" He said raunchily, and Mark made a wicked funny face. Okay, so he was defiantly Jewish. It was his turn.

"And Maureen Johnson, back from her spectacular one night engagement at the eleventh street lot, will perform Native American tribal chants, backwards, through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello. Which she has never studied." Mark said, and Maureen stuck her tongue out at him. I laughed, and Benny came around, trying to ignore us. He walked over to Mimi, and I growled at him. He shot me a look.

"Calm down Angel, I just want to talk to her for Christ's sake." He told me.

"You have three minutes." I told him seriously, and went to back to my drink, and my Tom. Mark continued his little speech.

"And Roger will write a bittersweet evocative song." He said, and looked at Roger who had migrated to the stage, had a guitar in his hand. He played a raw version of La Boheme's Musetta's Waltz. "That!" Mark interrupted. "Doesn't remind us of Musetta's Waltz." He said, and sat down, I laughed, but was pulled up by Tom.

"Angel Dummot-Schunard will model the latest fall fashions for Paris, while accompanying herself on the ten gallon plastic pickle tub." He said, and I did a little dance, which included the showing of my underwear to anyone watching. I stood up straight, and looked at everyone.

"And Collins," I made sure I didn't say Tom, since I knew everyone else knew him as Collins. "Will recounted his exploits as an anarchist, including the tale of his successful reprogramming of the MIT virtual reality to self-destruct, as it broadcasts the words…" I said, and looked at Tom. He held up his hand, with Mark and Maureen.

"Actual Reality! Act Up! Fight AIDS!" We all shouted at the top of our lungs, and Benny ran back into sight, hearing what was just said, and ran to his table.

"CHECK!" He yelled, wanting to get out of there. We all had a good laugh at that, and Tom helped me down. Mimi ran back into, looking pissed, but walked over to Roger, so I figured everything was okay. I didn't really have a choice; Tom had already had his arms around me, and it tickled. I heard a loud beeping sound, and then another, and another, and another. It irritated me, and then I realized it was coming from my hip. Shit, my fucking beeper. I turned it off, and sighed. A few other people turned theirs off, including Tom. I looked at him, as I got my AZT out, and so did he. I took out a pill, and he looked at me with his. This scene broke my heart. I fed him my pill, and he did the same with me.

"I love you." I said softly.

"I love you too Angel." I said, looking into my eyes, and we kissed lovingly. As we did, our dishes were set infront of us, and I looked down.

"Oh finally." I said, not really knowing what else to say. I looked at his dish, it looked normal. Mark looked at me.

"Don't even try it." He warned me, and I laughed.

"Oh, it can't be that bad." I told him, and Mark shook his head.

"No, trust me, it's terrible." He told me, and I smirked.

"You know I'm going to try it anyway." I told him, and he laughed, drinking some more beer.

"Your funeral then." He muttered, and I smirked at him.

"Good." I said stubbornly, and took a sip of my soup, which was completely orgasmic. I never ended up trying Tom's meatballs. I was just being stubborn to Mark. I looked over at Mimi, but she wasn't at her seat. I looked over where she was with Roger a second ago, but they had left. I frowned a bit, and took another sip of soup. Tom looked at me.

"What's wrong Angel?" He asked me, mouth full of food. I shook my head.

"It's nothing." I told him, and smiled. I was a full-fledged lie. Mimi was gone, and I'm worried about her. Her and Benny had been together for a year or two, but when he found out she got AIDS, which she contracted from a heroin needle while they were dating, he dumped her on her ass, and then continued to tell her that he was getting married to a rich woman, who was the daughter of the owner of her building. She had been a wreck for a long time after that. Getting HIV was enough to cause a mental breakdown, but Benny didn't make it any better, by breaking up their relationship for money, and cheating on her. This wasn't any ordinary my best friend's ex story. I hated him so much, it almost hurt everytime I saw her sad, for whatever reason.

The little party we had quieted down, as we ate, got full, and got tired. Sure, we all became piss drunk after we finished eating, but it was a sleepy drunk, until Joanne walked in. Apparently she had left, I didn't even realize. Maureen looked at her, and smiled, walking over to her.

"Pookie! Are we packed up?" She asked happily. I made a face. Packed up? She didn't mean the stage did she? Shit, what a bitch. I must have been right, because Joanne looked livid.

"Yes, and by next week, I want you to be Maureen." She growled, and Maureen looked at her, wide-eyed.

"But Pookie…" Joanne just looked away from her.

"They're still rioting out there." She said to all of us, and we all looked at each other. It had to have been a couple of hours after the riot started. "Benny called a few more cops to come in." She sighed, and looked around. "But they aren't leaving…" She said, and then smiled. "They're all just sitting there…mooing." She said, and we all cheered happily. A girl who was sitting next to Mark stood up, and held glass up.

"One more time! To dance!" She said, and drank her beer. "A way to make a living, masochism, pain, perfect, perfection, muscle spasms, chiropractors, eating disorders!" She shouted, and we drank to her.

"To film!" Mark shouted, and stood as well. "Adventure, tedium, no families, boring locations, dark rooms, perfect faces, egos, money, Hollywood, and SLEEZE!"

"To music!" I heard myself shout, and stand. "Food of love, emotion, mathematics, isolation, rhythm, power, feeling, harmony and heavy competition!"

"To anarchy!" I felt Tom next to me, but two voices shouted it. Maureen was standing too. "Revolution, justice, screaming for solutions, and forcing changes!" He shouted, and we drank.

"Risking danger, making noise to making pleas!" Maureen added, and we drank again. Tom was just having a grand old time.

"To faggots!" He said merrily, and drank.

"To lezzies!" Maureen giggled, and drank.

"To dykes!" Joanne shouted, and we all laughed.

"To cross-dressers!" I added, and there was another few laughs as I drank. Mark climbed up on the table.

"And let he among us without sin be the first to condemn la vie Boheme!" He shouted, and drank. We all raised our glasses to that happily.

"Viva La Vie Boheme!" Tom shouted, climbing on the table with Mark, and they both smashed their glasses together, getting beer and wine everywhere. Everyone shouted, and clapped happily. I stood up, and helped Tom down, and kissed me anxiously. He was covered in alcohol, and I had no problem getting rid of it. A waiter came in to tell us that the Life was closing in a few minutes, and we needed to pay. Everyone kind of just looked at each other. Mark frowned.

"Well…fuck." He muttered. I looked at them; Joanne gave a lot in, along with Maureen. They apparently had it better than anyone else. I stood up, holding onto Tom for support, because my legs were giving into gravity like a bitch. I held up my hand.

"Wait, wait I got it, I got it." I slurred, and placed my foot on the table, and unbuckled my knee-high boot. I took out a few fifties, and waved it at the waiter, but forgot to…you know, lace my boot back up, so, I tripped, and almost fell, but graceful Tom caught me. I giggled, and snorted. He took the money from me, and gave it to Joanne.

"Come on baby, let me get you home." Tom said, and tied my shoelace, as I held his back. He stood up, and flipped me over his back, and I screamed, kicking. He chuckled, and slid me down, cradling me, and I latched onto his neck happily. He walked us out of the restaurant, and I kicked my legs, humming to myself.

"You don't have to carry me you know. I'm a big girl, I can do it." I told him, and giggled.

"I prefer I know where you're going honestly." He laughed, and I hung my head back, and looked at the sky.

"I've never seen real stars before." I told him looking into the dark blue sky, which should be black, but New York refuses to obey physics. He looked down at me.

"Really?" He asked me softly.

"Yeah." I told him.

"Well, maybe someday I'll take you out to see them. No one should have something as the stars out of their past." He said to me, and I looked back up at him, into his eyes. He looked at me seriously, and I just started laughing. He gave me a look. "What?" He asked.

"I just think it's funny." I told him, still laughing obnoxiously. "I haven't seen the stars. I am twenty three years old, I haven't seen a star." I said, and continued to laugh.

"What's so funny about that?" He asked me, confused. I climbed down from his grasp, and looked at it.

"Wouldn't it be funny if I told you I've never…I don't know, danced?" I asked him, and he shrugged. I sighed. "You know Tom, you're no fun." I told him, and leaned up against him. He just laughed, and wandered his hand down my back.

"You just wait my Angel." He said, and pecked at my forehead. He growled playfully, and I squealed.

"Thomas!" I almost shouted. "You are a dirty man." I told him, and he laughed.

"I can't help it Angel." He told me happily, and stopped walking, so he could spin me. I laughed as I spun, and he pulled me close. "I don't know what it is about you that just makes me smile, and makes my heart melt." He told me. "I just want to shout it out loud!" He shouted, and I laughed, covering his mouth.

"Tom, shut up, we'll get arrested." I told him, and laughed, pulling him into my apartment building. Our apartment building. AHH! Oh My GOD!

"I don't care!" He told me, and grinned, looking into my eyes. "I LOVE you Angel." He said, almost shaking my arms. I smiled at him, and nuzzled his nose. I didn't know what to say. Sure, being completely wasted helped me a bit, but he just made me blush. No one had ever been like this to me before. I liked it. I loved it. I loved him. I love him.

"I love you too Tom." I told him, and looked up at him. He caressed my cheek, staring down at me.

"Now, let's get upstairs." He told me, and we walked up the five flights to my apartment, our apartment. By the time we got there, I was completely wiped out. I looked at him, and unlocked my door with my key. When we walked into the apartment, I just dropped everything, and fell on my couch. He was right behind me, shutting the door. He walked over to me, and placed my legs in his lap. I yawned, and he began to unbuckle and untie my boots. I giggled at him.

"You're such a sweetie-pie." I told him, and wiggled my toes as my first leg was freed. He chuckled at me.

"The very least I can do." He told me, and I just smiled at him lovingly. He placed my second boot on the floor, and I sat up, looking at him. He smiled, but neither of us knew what to say…or do. Well, I knew what I wanted to do, but I wasn't sure how to get to it. He laughed nervously, and scratched his head. "So, where will I be sleeping?" He asked me timidly, and I just continued to smirk. Oh good, he was blissful. I sat up on my knees, and grabbed his collar, holding him close to me.

"With me." I whispered, and kissed him lovingly. Mimi and I were right, between the money, the new friends, and Tom Collins…in my bed, this was the best night of my life.

INTERMISSION.