I'm sooooooo freaking sorry that I haven't updated in a while! I'll really try to never ever make you wait that long again! I just keep getting distra-- Ooh look a bunny! Oh yeah. I keep getting really confused so Angel will now be referred to as a 'she.' I probably should have done that earlier, but I love Wilson so much! Ah, fuck it. Angel will still be 'he.'

Disclaimer: Must I be reminded? I don't own RENT. I'm going to go cry now. Well after this chapter.

Collins had barely taken a breath, when he heard Angel's excited voice tell Mimi about him and Collins.

"I'm coming over. I have to show you!" he heard Angel say. He was sad that his lover would be leaving before they could 'celebrate' their engagement. But he also knew that Roger would never be able to stand Mimi and Angel as excited as they were, and he would be looking for Collins and alcohol.

His thoughts, however, were interrupted when Angel ran back into the room looking for some clothes other than his boxers and under armor.

"Going to Mimi's?" Collins asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, you want Mark and Roger to come here? I was going to go get Mo and Joann on my way down," Angel replied as he threw on a green wife-beater and black shorts.

(A/N I decided a while back that they would all live in the same building. It makes things easier for me and more fun for them!)

"Sure. I'm going to find some Stoli and we'll get drunk. But we'll stay here so Roger doesn't fuck up his relationship again," he said as he grabbed his clothes and headed to the kitchen. Angel flew by Collins and was about to run through the door much like Mimi had done a few hours ago, but stopped at the doorway. Collins was hunting in the fridge looking for the vodka, when he felt Angel's hands spin him around. He looked down to his much shorter lover and saw a gleam in his eyes. Then, without warning, Angel crashed his lips to Collins, kissing him as if they were never going to see each other again.

When they broke apart for air, Collins managed to gasp out "What was that for?"

"That was a preview of your thank you present," Angel whispered. "That is, if you don't get too drunk. I hate Tom Collins breath."

Collins shivered as he felt Angel's hot breath on his ear. And after a quick peck, he left Collins still in a daze.

(Mark/Maureen/Joann's apartment)

Mark nearly had a heart attack when had gotten up for a glass of water. He had just brought the glass to his mouth when the door flew open and he heard Angel yell "Mark, go to my apartment! Maureen and Joann, come with me to Mimi's!" Then the door shut and Mark looked down at his soaked shirt. He looked up when he heard his ex-girlfriend and her lover come out of their bedroom.

"What the hell was that?" Maureen asked to no in particular.



"I think we should go, Angel doesn't mess with us like this," Joann said. She walked out the door with Maureen and Mark following her. Joann and Maureen took the descending stairs to Roger and Mimi's apartment. Mark paused for minute watching Maureen walk down the stairs.

"Eyes off my ass Mark!" she called back. His face reddened as he turned in the direction of Collins and Angel's flat.

"Collins, what the fuck is going on?" Mark asked as he entered his friend's home.

"We have to wait for Roger, but, man, its good news," Collins answered. He poured Mark some Stoli as they awaited Roger's arrival.

(Mimi/Roger's apartment)

Maureen's screams of excitement could be heard by even Mark and Collins, two floors up. Needless to say, they weren't surprised.

"Oh my god!" was Joann's more rational response but she still joined in the girlish squeals and jumping.

"Mimi! I'm going to see Collins!" Roger shouted. He sighed, shook his head with a smirk, and left. He was going to knock but he heard Mark's voice so he just waltzed right in.

Mark saw him and turned to Collins.

"Okay. He's here. What is so important that you had to wake me up at two in the morning?"

"Gee, Marky, try to sound a little more excited that I'm getting married," Roger said sarcastically.

"So it worked? Okay congratulations. I'm going home and to bed," Mark said, tuning to leave.

Yeah but knowing Mimi she's going to want a double wedding. My God! She's going to want a double everything. Shit! And so is Angel!"

"What?" Mark and Roger asked in unison.

"Oh, yeah. I asked Angel to marry me and he said yes. Cheers!" He raised his glass and took gulp.

"Um, congratulations, man," said the only bachelor of the group. He drank his vodka back in one long drink.

(Mimi and Roger's apartment)

"Oh," Maureen moaned with a pout. She was looking into an empty bottle. "Empty."

In the hour that they had been there, they had polished off six beers, a bottle of vodka, and most of Collins' emergency stash.



"That's okay, Mo," Joann said to her drunken girlfriend. "I think you've had enough." She turned to Angel and Mimi. "I'm going to take her home. Congratulations, again!" She grabbed Maureen by her arm and dragged her up the flight of stairs to the apartment they shared with Mark. They passed a stumbling Roger on the stairs.

Angel and Mimi, who weren't nearly as drunk as Maureen, were chatting excitedly, when Mimi gasped.

"We should have a double wedding!" she said.

"M'kay," Angel agreed. "Oh, but then we can't be each other's maid of honor!"

"Oh." Mimi fell silent. Then a drunken Roger stumbled in. He walked over and pulled Mimi into a passionate kiss. Angel cleared his throat in an attempt to make his presence known.

"Hey, Angel! When'd you get here?" Roger asked in surprise. "Never mind. Can I have Mimi now?"

"Sure. I'm going to go see Collins. Is he drunk?" he asked.

Roger responded with a noise that sounded like "not really" but Angel couldn't be sure.

"Bye, Meems!" Angel called back. He knew she wouldn't hear him because Roger had her pinned on the couch.

When Angel got back to his apartment, he found Collins on the tattered couch drinking his Stoli straight from the bottle.

"Hey, honey," he said crossing the room. He stumbled a bit over an empty bottle, looked around and saw two more.

"You know, I must love you," Collins said as Angel snuggled into his warm chest. "I was the only one who wasn't drunk. I'm not kidding! Even Mark was drunk! I stole his camera and filed him."

"then I should make good on my promise." Angel shifted so he was straddling Collins, kissing him fiercely. Collins could taste his lovers breath heavily scented with alcohol and broke the kiss.

"Baby, you're drunk," he accused.

Angel leaned in and kissed him again. "No, I'm not," he said against his lips.

Before his mind shut down, Collins gently pushed Angel away.

"I'm going to save your promise for another time. When we're both sober, preferably," he said. He looked at Angel and smiled at his pout. He swung Angel's leg over so he could rest his head on his shoulder. Soon after, he heard Angel's breathing become slower and steadier. Collins kissed the top of his head and carried him to bed.

A/N: Okay, so that's it. This chapter was mostly filler. Sorry! The next chapter should be up fairly soon. I don't have much to add. Reviewers get invites to the bachelorette party for Angel and Mimi!