Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own them.

Angel and I walked hand in hand down Avenue B. We were stopping at Roger and Mark's loft to get them and Mimi. We were meeting Maureen and Joanne at the Life Café to celebrate a big court case that Joanne won. Angel released my hand and barreled up the steps, causing a ruckus with her platforms.

"Angel, my love, slow down," I said in a soft voice. "They'll be there."

"I'm just so excited," Angel replied. "Do you think they'll like my new skirt?"

"Of course," I caught up with her, placing my hand on her back. "You look beautiful."

We reached the loft and let ourselves in. We were greeted with shouts from Roger's room. Mimi was yelling too. The bathroom door was closed; Mark was probably in there. We sat down and made our presence known – well, tried – but it was ignored. I tried to focus my attention on how pretty my Angel looked, but my attention strayed to the screams.

"I don't care what you wear, just look presentable."

"The red or blue dress?"

A sigh. "The blue one.

Two minutes later. "You don't think I look fat?"

"God, Mimi, in order to look fat, one must actually eat. No, you don't look fat."

"I do too eat."

"Here's a novel idea: stop with the fuckin' cocaine!"

"You have your flaws too, Mr. Davis."

"Whatever. Know what, go naked for all I care."

Roger left his bedroom and came into our vision. He gave us a smile and a quick hello. Angel and I returned it, but Roger didn't give us time to expand the conversation. He moved to the bathroom and began banging on it.

"Come on, Mark," Roger yelled.

"Hold on, Roger," Mark shouted back.

"I have bodily functions that need to be relieved," he continued banging. "You can masturbate later."

Mark emerged, scowling. "All yours," he said. "Asshole," he added under his breath.

Angel and I tried to talk to Mark, but he went into his room.

"The three of them sure do fight a lot," I commented.

"Let's not get like that," Angel squeezed my hand.

"Angel, my sweet Angel," I reached out a finger to stroke her cheek, "a negative thought about you has never crossed my mind." I pulled her close, gently kissing her, savoring the sweet taste of her lips.

When we looked up, Roger, Mimi, and Mark were watching us. They look enlightened and ashamed. I looked at my feet, embarrassed.

Roger looked at Mimi. He pushed a curl away from her face and said, "I'm sorry. Wear the red one if you want. You'll look pretty no matter what."

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to your opinion," Mimi grabbed Roger's hands and pulled herself up onto her tip toes to kiss Roger. She had to really stretch, as Roger had about a foot on her.

Before Mimi disappeared into the bathroom, Mark apologized for taking too long.

"Don't listen to me, masturbate all you want," Roger grinned.

"I wasn't even –"

"I know," Roger ruffled the Jewish boy's hair.

Mimi emerged, slipping her hand in Roger's. "Let's go."

Mark led the way out, and Angel and I carried up the rear. Before we were out the door, Roger mouthed a "thank you" in my direction. I smiled in return: me and my Angel, always there to save love.

Angel wandered too far from grace, but she saved the sinners in song.

(A/N: The last line is from "Undiscovered" by Adam Pascal. As soon as I finished writing this, that lyric popped into my head, and I thought it fit.)