MIMI: *relinquishes Angel from the lip lock* Damn you're a good kisser! *wraps arm around Angel's waist and turns to Collins* Hi! I'm Mimi, Angel's girlfriend. And you are...?
((This could get interesting!))
THE VOICE OF NINA-MUN: *heals Li'l Mark*
LI'L MARK: *opens his cute li'l eyes and sees Richard* Daddy?
ANGEL: *squeaks and pulls away from Mimi* Mimichica, what are you DOING? I'm with MARKIE, remember?
MARKIE: *stares in astonishment* Wh- You - I - we - you - when - what the?
((Wrong Angel Nina. Mimi was kissing Heather's Angel))
ANGEL: *has mysteriously traded places with Heather's Angel ^_~*
(Okay, okay, I'm kidding, I'm kidding. But it sounded like fun!)
RICHARD: Hey, babe . . . you seem awfully . . . distracted. *runs a hand through Emmy's hair*
((Did you not notice Molly's squealing which was loud enough to wake the soundest sleeper. Question: How angry can the Richard Clone get? And no you did not trade places with Heather's Angel! I specifically wanted it to be Heather's Angel!))
((eep! Sorry! And I told you . . . it was a JOKE, Emmy, chill! As for Richard . . . he's not gonna kill you, but beyond that . . . I can't say much.))
EVAN: *has been busy scrambling out of the bed to hurry to Molly's rescue* Sweetheart . . . what should I do?
RICHARD: *raises an amused eyebrow* Cat got your tongue?
ANGEL: Chica...are you feeling okay? *feels her forehead*
EMMY: I've just been thinking about something. We don't actually know each other very well and I'm not sure I'm ready to go this far with a man I've only just met. You know what I mean?
MOLLY: *sniffles a little and holds her head in pain* Nothing...it just REALLY hurt! *notices Evan's...state of undress and giggles* Evan!*hands him a sheet to wrap about himself* Here ya go darling. *gets up from the floor and sits on the bed* There had been a commotion going on outside, but it sounds like that's over with. Do you want to go back out there or stay in here?
((Awww! He called her sweetheart! That's so sweet!))
RICHARD: Absolutely. We can slow down, I understand. *Offers Emmy his shirt, since hers is pretty much ruined, and kisses the side of her neck*
EVAN: *ignores the sheet, because Molly is hurt and this is the pressing matter* Do you need ice? A heat pack? Should I get you a lime to rub on your forehead? ((random but true: this helps. It also works on migraines.))
NINA: *is happy. Cuddles with Richard Gomez and Evan.*
EMMY: I'm so glad you understand. *takes his shirt and and slips into it* Thanks. *turns his face and kisses him softly*
MOLLY: *is still in pain, but it's subsiding* I think I'll be ok. It just hurt like the shiznit's to begin with, but I'll be ok. However, I do think a kiss might make the pain go away faster. *hopeful*
MIMI: What are you talking about? I feel fine. I'm a little confused as to where we are, but that doesn't matter. *gets upset* What's wrong Angel? *to Collins* Yes, I'm Angel's girlfriend. We've been dating for two years. Are you a friend of Angel's from work? *brow wrinkles because she is honestly confused*
((BTW, my Mimi is only seventeen. Thought I'd just point that out))
RICHARD: *has a serious problem, because he is horny as all hell* So . . . erm . . . *squirms* I . . . uh . . . yeah. *has for once absolutely no idea what to say*
EVAN: *kisses the top of Molly's head very, very gently, so he won't hurt her again*
EVAN: *cuddles back*
RICHARD: *ain't the cuddly sort*
COLLINS: I'm her boyfriend!
ANGEL: I...I...uh...*is in shock*
NINA: *somehow manages to continue cuddling with Evan while working Richard's shirt off* It should be illegal for somebody as sexy as you to wear this much clothing!
EMMY: *laughs* You're so friggin adorable like that.
MOLLY:*takes his face in her hands and oh-so-gently kisses him on the lips*
MIMI: *waits for Angel to answer her*
Roger stares at Li'l Angel in astonishment. "What are you, stupid? I can't just get NEW guitar. That's selling out, and I'm too broke anyway! I need my OLD guitar! We had so many memories... CBGBS... rock concerts... scoring April... scoring Mimi... stopping Mimi from dying... scoring Mark... having angst sessions. I can't just forget about all of that!!!"
Green randomly gets into a slightly drunken detective mode and grabs Mark's shoulder and pins him to the wall. "Good... now keep yo' ass against the wall... so that I can lick you now."
Frank laughs and shakes his head. "No reason to bother having to search for where all my stuff went... look what else I can do now! /ACCIO MY STUFF/!" He waits around a bit, and then slowly many unmatching and various shaped boxes carrying Frank's stuff arrive.
"Mmmhmm... but which special are you talking about?" KT asks. "Cute-special, sexy-special, bowling-special, Abbie Breslin-special, or high on naughty pot brownies-special?"
Cha-Cha picks up The Corpse of Adam Pascal's head and places it back on his body. "Allrighty, is that better for you? Are you sure it'll stay on right? You can borrow the scarf I used in my first Miss Flawless contest if you want."