A/N: Sorry its been a while, school started again and I've been busy. If you ever get bored because I'm not here, unlikely but still, you should go check out my friend Castell's story. It's pretty great. Soooooooo....yeah...

Song of the day: "Just Like I Am" - Adam Pascal

"Go Grease lightning your burning down the quarter mile!"

"Grease lightnin, go grease lightnin'!" Maggie backed up Maureenn's killer (um, slurry) vocals as they sang show tunes, much to the amusement of everyone else. Angel, Collins, Maureen, Mark and Maggie were the only ones left sitting at the table at the Life. Roger and Mimi had long since left to do who knows what. Joanne had left about an hour ago claiming she was drunk enough as it was. It was a little after 3 AM, Christmas morning and the table they were sitting at was littered with empty glasses, cans, plates, and bottles.

"Well," Mark started with a slight slur. "It's kinda late."

"Or early, depending how you look at it..." Maggie added accompanied by a yawn. They all stood from the table and Angel slammed down a large wad of bills. Not exactly sure how much money she had just given the waiter, she grabbed onto Collins arm.

"We'll see you guys in a few hours, I guess," Collins said as he turned and walked away with Angel who waved good-bye.

"Umm...Mo?" Mark asked cautiously. "Are you okay?" He looked down at the drama queen who had sat back down and put her head on the table.

Maureen looked up and stood facing Mark. She unexpectedly put her arms around Mark and hugged the camera man. "I love you, Marky. Thanks for caring about me. Mark looked uncomfortable until she let go of him and once again, unexpectedly moved on to Maggie and hugged her. "I'm probably not going to remember you or anything we did in the morning but I want you to know I love you."

"Uh, thanks, Maureen," Maggie said hugging her back. They seperated and she asked, "Can you get home?"

"Yeah, Jo left me money for a cab."

"Okay then, " Mark said. "We better get going, we'll see you in a bit."

"Mhmm..." Maureen said as they went their seperate ways.

Mark and Maggie left the Life and started walking towards Avenue B. Maggie shivered in the cold Christmas morning wind and Mark put his arm around her. She leaned into him and they walked in silence comfortably down the almost empty New York sidewalks. Maggie quietly laughed and Mark asked her what was so funny.

She looked up at him and said with a puzzled look, "I'm not quite sure..." Mark laughed quietly along with her. Soon enough they reached the apartments on Avenue B and Mark walked Maggie to her door before heading up to his loft.

"Tonight was fun," Mark told her as they reached the landing.m "I hope my friends didn't scar you too badly."

Maggie laughed and said, "No, it was fun. They weren't too scary! Maureen's a little out there but other than that..."

Mark laughed along with her and told her, "We all usually hang out in the loft on holidays. You're welcome to join us if you like. I think Maureen will expect you to be there tomorrow, she might cry if you're not."

"Oh, so Maureen's the only one who wants me there?" Maggie asked with a smirk.

"Well, I want you there too..." Mark blushed slightly and Maggie smiled softly at him.

"Well, then I guess I have no choice, do I?"

"Nope!" Mark moved closer to Maggie who was standing in her doorway. Their eyes met and they slowly leaned forward. Their lips met and Maggie relaxed into the kiss.

'Now this is something I could get used to...'

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"Merry Christmas, bitches!" Collins burst into the loft next to Angel to see a certain blonde albino pumpkin head asleep on the duct-taped couch in the clothes he wore last night. "Hey, albino boy! Wake up!" Collins tiptoed (and looked quite ridiculous) over to the couch and started yelling into Mark's ear.

Angel watched the two with her head leaned to the left in thought. "He's not dead is he?" asked Angel's voice from the corner of the room.

"Nah, he just sleeps like a rock..." Collins told her as he walked to the end of the couch were Mark's right foot was sticking out from under the blanket he had grabbed from the floor the night before. Collins carefully took two fingers and flicked the bottom of Mark's foot.

Mark yelped as he woke up and quickly sat up. Collins roared with laughter and choked out, "Works every time!"

"Will you please turn down the volume a few notches, please?" Mark asked as he dragged himself off of the couch.

"Why, does someone have a slight hangover?" Collins asked as Mark retreated into the bathroom. Before the door closed a middle finger was spotted by both Collins and Angel who shook her head and laughed. As the bathroom door closed the loft door opened. Roger walked in holding hands with Mimi.

"We're not late, are we?" Roger asked.

"Does it look like anyone else is here dumbass?" Collins asked with a laugh.

"Where's Mark? Did he stay the night with Maggie last night?" Mimi hit Roger on the arm and Collins laughed. Angel then proceeded to lightly swat Collins arm.

"No," Angel started. "He's in the bathroom. He was asleep on the couch when we got here." Angel and Mimi went to sit down on the couch as Collins settled on the floor. The loft door opened again and Maureen walked in with Joanne.

"Well, hohoho...!" Collins said while pointing to Maureen. She struck a pose before sitting on a chair across from the couch next to Joanne. Mark silently walked out of the bathroom in fresh clothes and went straight into the kitchen, closely followed by Roger.

"So, how'd things go with Maggie last night?" Roger asked him as they entered the small kitchen.

"Fine..." Mark answered, not particularly enjoying where this conversation was going.

"Since when have you ever shut up about this kind of stuff?"

"Since when have you become a teenage girl?" Mark shot back at him with a slight smirk as they dug through all of the cupboards. Everyone had been bringing by random food items for a couple of weeks now, Collins the night before was a lot of help. Cereal, coffee, hot chocolate, stoli, beer, frosting, crackers, bananas, apples, and other food was piled out on the counter top.

"Did you get any?"

"Roger!"

"Seriously, Mark. Did'ya?"

"No, I did not, thank you very much." Mark said.

Roger smirked and asked Mark, "Well, why the hell not?"

"Because I just met her you moron!"

"Whatever," Roger said and rolled his eyes. "Is she coming over this morning?"

"Yeah, I think so. I don't know when though..."

"Ah, well," Roger said as they entered the living room with everyone else. "She'll be here eventually."

"Who'll be here eventually?" Maureen piped in with a curious look.

"Maggie," Mark told her.

Maureen had a puzzled look on her face and asked him, "Who's she? I don't know any Maggies." Mark sighed and mocked them singing Grease Lightning. "Oh, yeah!!! I remember her! She was pretty cute..." Joanne gave her a look and Maureen continued, "As an outside opinion, Pookie."

Angel piped in and asked, "When's she supposed to come?"

"Uh," Mark started. "I'm not really sure, I just told her we were all meeting here this morning."

"Well, she's slept long enough! I'll go down and get her up, I have the key to her apartment."

"Why do you have her key?" Roger asked Angel curiously.

"In case she gets locked in her bathroom and can't get out and she yells down the street to me to come get her out." Everyone stared at her with slightly worried expressions except for Maureen who looked at her as if she had understood exactly why Maggie gave Angel her key. "I'll be back in a couple minutes." Angel exited the loft and everyone looked at each other silently with wide eyes.

Mimi broke the silence with a word that summed up everyone's thoughts, "Wow..."

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Angel skipped down the two flights of stairs down to Maggie's apartment. She reached the door and knocked, quite loudly, before taking out her spare key and opening the door. The living room and kitchen area (connected and open to each other) were both empty spare the tie-dyed couch and kitchen...stuff... A blanket was laying over the couch and a book was flipped open next to it. Angel passed through the living room and entered Maggie's bedroom. Her mattress was shoved against the wall and Maggie was curled up in a ball under a bright green, fluffy blanket, and her red hair splayed all around her.

Angel held back a laugh as she walked over to the bed. "Maggie...Are you alive?" Maggie rolled over in her sleep in response. "Maggie! You have to get up! The monsters are going to get you! Ahhhhh!!!" Angel yelled at Maggie with no response. "Hmph..." Angel said. She then got a brilliant idea for her last resort. Angel gently put her hands on Maggie's shoulders and took a deep breath before shaking her and shouting, "EARTHQUAKE!"

"AHHHHH!!!" Maggie woke up and screamed when she saw Angel.

"Morning sunshine!" Angle said with a bright smile. "How are you this morning?"

"Angel, no offense, but what are you doing here?"

"Everyone's upstairs except for you so I volunteered to come get you. Now, up and at um' sweets! Its Christmas!" Maggie slowly got out of bed with a scowl and started heading towards the living room until she caught a glance at the clock on her wall.

"7:30? 7:30?! Are you freakin' kidding me?"

Angel just giggled and walked into the kitchen. "There's aspirin upstairs but you might need something to drink." Angle grabbed a water bottle and filled it from the tap before continuing. "Its kinda chilly up there too so you might want to bring a blanket."

Maggie stared at Angel in awe and leaned against the couch. "Angel," she began. "It's 7:30 AM. Why in the world are you all up this early when I know for a fact most of you guys should be having killer hangovers right now."

"Well," Angel walked over to Maggie and handed her the blanket and water bottle. "It is the holidays. Now come on, your late enough already." Angel started to pull a struggling Maggie out her door.

"Whoa! Angel! Can I at least get my glasses and brush my teeth? I'm kinda blind at the moment and I'm sure my breath reeks..." Maggie pulled away from and Angel and retreated into the bathroom, Angel following close behind.

"I didn't know you had glasses," Angel said as she entered the bathroom, Maggie's toothbrush already in her mouth and green, angular glasses on her face.

"Yeah, I usually wear contacts but I'm not exactly in the right mood for those..." She spit her toothpaste into the sink and drank some water. "Can I change my clothes, Angel?"

"No, you've spent enough of our valuable time together getting ready, we're leaving now." Angel pulled her out the door again.

"But, Ang, I'm still in my pajamas!" Maggie said, suprised at the drag queen for not letting her change. She loved clothes so much, how could she make her go up to someone else's loft in her pjs?

"Yeah, I know, hun, but that's just too damn bad!" Angel laughed and pulled Maggie up two flights of stairs. They reached the landing on the top floor and Maggie closed her eyes, trying to get the dizzyness to disappear (to no avail) as Angel opened the door.