Random thought while writing this: I wish I knew Roxie. Then I would have someone to poke and prod at me until I finally bucked down and written another chapter. Then again, that would probably really suck too. "You missed a spot. Hurry up! You're wearing that!" Ok, never mind. I would probably cry a lot. Hee Anyways, everything copyrighted to Jonathan Larson or T. S. Elliot. Yes, Roxie's all mine. For what Spanish is in the story, scroll down to the bottom to figure out what they are saying. So, this all came from a translator. It probably won't make sense when translated so just read what I meant it to say. Reviewslove so and do suggestions.
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Well, now was the moment that would change their lives forever. Or, at least, be a strange and awkward one. No one had spoken a word as Benny had left the loft or Maureen's voice mail echoed through the loft. Unfortunately though, this new conversation could've started much smoother….
Angel, naturally, was the first to speak. "Roxie, what did you do to Benny? -Ninguna mentira." She quickly spat crossing her arms over her chest. This wasn't going over too well with her obviously. One, this would mean that her cousin slept with an enemy of her friends. Also, that was just plain disgusting. When Mimi had done it, it was different though. After all, at the time they were 'going out'. Although cheating on your wife this recently was never a good thing either way. God knows how many times Benny had done this. What was so appealing about him? Oh yeah, that thing called money. Been awhile for one to finally grow familiar to that again.
Roger decided early on that it would be a very, well, stupid idea to come between these two. See, an amazing thing happened when Collins had first interrupted an argument of theirs a couple of days ago. All the hate they had for each other was soon focused on him. So basically, they had both yelled at him in more then one language. Reminding him about the fire escape incident with Angel.
-Flash back to said incident-
Angel and Collins had gotten into a little fight so she went out to the fire escape to cool off a bit. Having her trademark boots placed on the first bar for support and her hands on the top one to hang on she leaned over a bit. Just looking down at the people. Her lover, he thought much differently of this. Collins had quickly ran over to Angel in hopes to save his little drag queen from, what he thought, was suicide. Grabbing her she started panicking in thinking that he was trying to push her off, plus, the boots were stuck on the bar. In quickly loosing track of any other thought in her mind Angel had temporarily started to have a one-track mind. She forgot English... So obviously she was yelling at her boyfriend to let go in fear of her life, but in a language he couldn't understand. Not good at all.
--¡"Estoy apesadumbrado¡No me mate por favor¡No voy a saltar!"
He thought she said….
"I'm sorry! Please kill me! I'm going to jump!"
From what broken Spanish he understood… Well, luckily enough she had finally made a breakthrough in the correct language. Collins had to help her get unstuck, but afterwards, everything was back to normal. With a piggyback ride the both of them left the loft to gain some sanity, well, what they could possibly find.
-End Flashback-
"Look, it's not like I did anything to him for fun. I needed to find where you guys lived, and he was the only one who knew. So, obviously I had to find some way to get that information, and it was at a price I could handle." She huffed in reply. Of course then this could only raise more questions upon why Roxie would be looking for them anyways. "He was a friend of one of my ex's. We hit it off pretty good the first time I met him, ok?" Digging a deeper and deeper hole with every word spoken. There is going to be a lot of explaining that had to be done if this continued. Well, much more then expected.
That had brought Mimi into this conversation. She didn't exactly like someone hurting her best friend, and also, Roxie's story wasn't adding up. After they broke up Mimi only went to Benny when she was extremely desperate, that was in less then recent times too, and that sounds a lot like this drag queen's story was starting to reveal. "Why would you need to go to Benny if you had all of those rich boyfriends? I thought you said you just visited because you wanted to see Angel. Not because you needed to find us. That sounds strange…"
Brushing a few dark curls out of her face Roxie looked a little surprised. "No, no no. I mean… Um… Well, I had nowhere else to go. I had recently gotten out of a relationship and things weren't looking too good. I mean…" Damnit! Quickly loosing her cool red painted lips frowned a little in thought for another excuse. But it seemed as though there was not an excuse left. End of the line. Her expression had shown a pained look. A look of a child being 'found out' by their parents when they were bad.
"So, you had no where else to live then?" Angel asked trying her best to stay calm, and figure out the truth. "Because you ran out of rich boyfriends. And you were out of places to go, also you didn't actually have any money of your own." This was surely starting to make much more sense. After all, Roxie was always too proud to admit things like this, but now they had found out a lot more to this story. This meant that they were the emerald-eyed girl's last hope. Meaning, it wasn't her job to hold the cards anymore. It was theirs all along.
"Y-yeah." Angel's cousin finally mumbled eyes downcast. So much for the stories, and so much for her old 'friends'. Suprisingly enough Benny did get the last laugh in the end. After all, if he had not come, then this probably wouldn't have been brought up. Oh, never mind, it would've been. After all, weeks would soon grow into months and it would be more then obvious, and more embarrassing. "Big deal, eh? I didn't have a dime to my name, and then, no one wanted anything to do with me." She looked to Angel somewhat apologetically. After all, even though all of this, she had been tolerated to a certain extent. Something this gal could never do if Angel acted like she did.
"C'mon." A few words directed, surprisingly, toward her less-then-cheerful cousin. "Honey, you can go home if you want I have some work to take care of." Angel told her lover giving him a small kiss on the lips. She was going to, probably for the last time, go an extra ten miles for the one whom, sometimes, made her miserable. Walking towards the somewhat older drag queen she confidently extended a hand and asked, "You wanna go talk? Also we can go to the Life Café or something, and have a bite to eat? ---Mi convite." A kind sweet smile that was reserved for her close friends, and anyone who really needed it.
What was the point in turning that smile down? It was an offer, and probably one of the last if she kept this up. Roxie smiled back reflecting acceptance and relief. "I would love to." It didn't take her too long to put her hand in her cousin's. It had been awhile since they spent quality time together, and maybe that would be why they had such a large communication breakdown.
When they had left the loft Mark was getting ready to leave as well. He had to go save that protest before something else had happened. Collins was thinking about going home to take a nap or grade some papers. Mimi and Roger, well, they had some plans of their own while all alone.
Plans that could go without saying.
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-No lying
--"I'm sorry! Please don't kill me! I'm not going to jump!"
---My treat
How did you like that chapter? I am pleased with it. I tied up some loose ends with the last chapter, but this isn't nearly over yet. Tell me what you think:D Also, I love suggestions, and if you have a character you want to see in this (an original one). Then I'm sure they could attend that protest with a brief description of mannerisms and appearance. Just send me the information via pm. Also, I hope you found the fire escape incident amusing. Something my love and I came up with while bored and writing.
