Ohmigod you guys! 500 hits! I love all of you who have stuck with the story! There are so many cyber hugs so here's one hugs!! I gave up on you telling me in whether or not to up the rating, so I have decided to… not up it. Yet.

Disclaimer: I'm only borrowing Jonathan's characters do they can be my Barbie dolls!

"What going on?"

"Our parents are here."

"Oh my god" Roger saw the edges of his vision go fuzzy. He walked over and slumped into one of the chairs. Mimi came out of the bedroom and saw Mark. He saw here and in two seconds flat his face was red as a tomato. Roger, still in shock, didn't notice anything. Mimi had gone into the bathroom and grabbed a robe and came to sit next to a very pale Roger.

"Roger, honey, are you okay?" she asked rubbing his arm gently.

"How did they know we were here?" he asked Mark, ignoring Mimi.

"Who?"

"They got here a few hours ago," Mark, too, ignored the tiny dancer. "Apparently, some yuppie scum told them where to find us. Must be because of the lack of rent."

"Who the hell is here?" Mimi yelled jumping up.

Roger looked up at his new wife with fearful eyes. "Our parents."

(Collins/Angel)

"Oh, god, Thomas!" Angel exclaimed. Her lover was kissing his way down her bare chest and stomach. He started to play with the top of her panties when she pulled him back up to her lips. She crashed her lips to his in a bruising kiss. There was a knock on the door.

"Not now!" Collins yelled, although it was muffled be Angel's lips. There was another knock, this time more forceful. Angel sighed.

"I should get that," she said, getting up reluctantly. Collins pulled her back. "Oh, no you don't!" He pulled her into another kiss. It escalated again. He lay down on the bed pulling her with him. He kissed her hungrily, deeply his hands moved their way down--

A third pounding knock interrupted them. Angel got up, tightened her robe and went to the door.

"Mom."

"Hola, Angelo!" she hugged her son, and an African American woman stepped out from behind her. After releasing her, Angel's mother introduced them.



"This is Morgan. Morgan, my son Angelo."

"Um, hi. You can call me Angel," she said politely, shaking Morgan's hand.

"Angelcake, who is it?" Collins' voice floated out of the bedroom.

"I think you know my son? Thomas?" Morgan asked. Angel's jaw dropped.

"Angel?" she heard him ask again.

"Your mom."

"Very funny. Who is it really?" he asked coming into the other room.

"Hello Thomas. Are we interrupting something or are you happy to see us?"

Collins' eyes widened. "Mom!"

(Mark)

"Mark Cohen where have you been?!" were the first words he heard when he entered his suite after warning Mimi and Roger. He jumped a foot in the air when he heard the voice. He turned and saw his mother standing there. She was decked out in a white blouse and brown pencil skirt. (A/N: Think Geena Davis with Bree Larson from Desperate Housewives' wardrobe.) She was tapping one of her designer shoes as she awaited her 25-year-old son.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Answer my question first," she said stubbornly.

"Mom, I'm a legal adult, why are you here interfering in my life?"

"Your lovely landlord, Benjamin, told me that you were coming to Vegas to get married. So, who is this lovely lady you've fallen so in love with you couldn't tell your family?"

"Mom, don't make those assumptions. I'm just here for my friends. Roger wanted to marry his girlfriend and Collins wanted to marry his, too. So we thought the economical way was to come to Vegas and let them get married for a cheaper price than a regular chapel."

"Isn't Collins a homosexual?"

"Yes, but Angel, his girlfriend, is a drag queen. And Roger's girlfriend is an ex-druggie stripper," he tried to keep the smile off of his face as his conservative mother took in the news.

"Mark, you're going home with me tonight," she finally said standing.

(gasp) what will happen? Oh no! WHAT WILL MARK DO!!