Maureen flew into Mark and Roger's apartment like a tornado of wrapping paper and leather pants, Joann fallowed behind her, carrying a stack of wrapped gifts and rolling her eyes, "Honeybear, slow down. You don't even know if they are awake." She called, though that didn't stop Maureen from just waltzing into the men's apartment.

Maureen just chuckled, "Oh lighten up, Pookie! It's Christmas for Pete's sake!" she mused, twirling a a circle, chuckling at the fact that she could hear Roger snoring. The pair had gotten there early Christmas Eve, before four AM. The had gotten a spare key that everyone's favorite anarchist had stolen from Mark and Roger's counter the night before.

"Okay, so we set up a tree, and Collins and Angel should be here around sevenish?" Joann asked in a whisper, setting the presents down on the table, careful not to make a sound, though a faint knock was heard.

"Need some help, girls?" Mimi asked, with a smirk on her face. She was standing in the doorway in her favorite bright blue pants. Her wild curls pulled back into a pony tail.

Maureen's face split into a smile, gesturing for the dancer to come in and join the set up. She watched as Joann put up a small tree, stringing the lights on. Not a extravagant tree, but it was perfect for the small group of Bohos. The previous year it seemed they had all given up on celebrating Christmas. Collins getting mugged, Mark and Roger hadn't done anything for the holiday. Well, Mark is Jewish, but he used to celebrate Christmas because Roger did, not faith wise.

"So now we decorate." Joann said, it was more of a demand than a statement, opening a box of ornaments. Some were crappy frames, with pictures of the group all together, or pairs, or just the individual person, some were shiny balls of a variety of colors, and some were just snowflakes that seemed to match the snow that was falling outside.

Mimi and Maureen smiled, Mimi took out a picture. It was of Mark and Roger. The pair were in front of the Catscratch Club, after one of Mimi's performances. She remembered dragging Roger to that performance, and Mark tagging along. Mimi smiled dumbly at the picture, slicking her thumb over Roger's face. He was smiling, his arm around Mark's shoulder, and Mark's over his, they posed.

Maureen looked over Mimi's shoulder, picking up another frame as Joann placed a purple ball on the tree. The picture Maureen had grabbed was of Collins and Angel. Mark had managed to snap a picture of Collins stealing a kiss, hugging Angel tightly to him. The smile on the drag queen's face could clearly be seen through the kiss, both of their eyes were closed.

Both Maureen and Mimi placed the frames on the tree, gently. Next picture was of Joann and Mark, doing their famous tango for the group, Maureen could clearly be seen mocking them in the background. Joann placed it on the tree with a chuckle at the distant memory.

Maureen's eyes lit up at the next picture that she found in her hands, "Awww." She cooed. It was Angel and Mimi, the fashionista on her drum, smiling up at Mimi dancing on the table. The pair were in Mark and Roger's apartment, "Where was I when this happened?" she teased, holding the picture above her head, out of the reach of Mimi, who was trying to snatch it away.

Mimi gave up and grabbed a new picture, Maureen and Joann. She remembered this. This was a picture Mimi had taken over the summer. It was after the couple had had an argument and Mimi had been there when they made up... More like made out. They were kissing in the middle of a crowd people staring at the girls, but they didn't seem to care. She placed it on the tree with a quiet chuckle, as they heard Roger snore again. The man sounded like a pig when he snored.

Joann got to hanging more of the balls, reds, greens, blues, purples, golds. Leaving Maureen and Mimi to the frames, and occasionally glancing over at the hung pictures, smiling at the memories.

Maureen picked up another picture and covered her mouth in shock, "Is this-?" What she was staring at was Collins and herself dancing around at the Life. "Who took this?" she smiled, at the memory of being crazy with her best friend, though it was really just a stupid picture, it made her smile like a fool.

Mimi just chuckled, "Mark did," she answered, hanging a few pictures of herself and Roger. The dancer smiled at even a simple picture such as them sitting on a bench.

Maureen rolled her eyes at Mimi and her addiction of Roger's pictures, and hung the rest. By the end, the trio had created a tree of their memories, they stood back and looked at it, Joann turned the lights on.

"Woah," Mimi gawked, her eyes wide. Actually, all three of them had wide eyes, their small tree was beautiful. Absolutely perfect. Everything was stopped by a voice.

"I get to hang the star, right?"

Standing in the doorway was Angel, with a smirk, holding a small metal star in her hands. She all but danced up to the tree, placing the star on top. "Now, it's perfect." she grinned, hugging Mimi.