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*
RICHARD: *raises his eyebrows and looks somewhat pissed* I'm adorable when I'm fucking *uncomfortable*?
EVAN: *returns the favor*
ANGEL: Sweetheart, I think you're a bit . . . misguided. See, that Angel is with Collins, and I'm with my sweet Markie. *pause* Maybe your Angel doesn't exist here?
MIMI: WHAT?! You're lying! Angel would never cheat on me! He loves me! *to Angel* Angel what is he talking about?! I know you wouldn't cheat on me. *tears come to her eyes and she whispers* Please Angel...tell me what's going on. I trust you enough to know that you wouldn't break my heart by cheating on me. You wouldn't do that. I love you and you love me and neither of us would ever jinx that. We're too good together for that to happen. You wouldn't cheat. *kisses Angel softly*
ANGEL: Wow. *shakes head* Mimi...I know this will be hard for you to understand but...well the loft is sitting on another dimension or something. Clones of us have been popping up and disappearing rapidly from this place. I've lost count. So you see,honey...you must've arrived here from an alternate universe in which I was dating you. Make sense?
ANGEL: Mimichica . . . calm down. Sweetheart, there's apparently a universe in which . . . I . . . love you very much in a romantic kind of way, but that me isn't here. We'll figure it out, I promise! *makes pleading eyes at Markie*
MARKIE: She's right, Mimi. We - I mean Angel and I - have been dating for about seven months. But that doesn't mean there isn't an Angel somewhere who's your - boyfriend? *tilts his head adorably*
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."
WILSON: *puts his arms around her waist* Oh, all of those. And let's not forget birthday special, babydoll! *pause* Although, cute as you are when you're high on pot brownies . . . I think I like you much better when you're not out of your mind. *kisses the back of her hand, because his mun thinks this is absolutely the sweetest thing in the world when done properly*
LITTLE ANGEL: *lip tremble* YOU'RE MEAN!!! I don't want to talk to you anymore! *turns his back on Roger and focuses on Little Mark* Are you okay?
EMMY: That's not what I meant. You're adorable, hot, and sexy all the time. So yeah...in a way you are adorable when you're uncomfortable, but that's not what I meant by it.
MIMI: *is ignoring the other Angel because she's currently kissing the original Angel*
MOLLY: *pulls away eventuallly* I...I...*wants to say 'I love you' but is afraid to because she doesn't know if Evan feels the same*
MIMI: *backs away from Angel in disbelief* No...no...you aren't saying that. I don't know what's happened to you here, but I know that you didn't just say that! You're my Angel! We've been together for so long! This can't be happening! *sits on the floor and starts to shake uncontrollably* Don't you remember all of the good times we've had together?! You promised that you would never hurt me! Why are you doing this to me? You can't honestly tell me that you don't love me! I know you do! We're meant to be together! *starts hyperventilating*
KT blushes pink and giggles, and plus, the image of Wilson kissing KT's hand makes Chloe-mun giggle too because that's too adorable. "Oh, Wilson... what on earth am I going to do with you when I need a hip replacement and you're in a walker?" she asks, making a face and pulling his hat down his face a bit.
"Who are you calling mean?!" Roger shouts at Li'l Angel. "You can't blame me for my meanness! I'm in a state of grieving! I'm getting seriously depressed again! Where's Angel? Uh... I mean, grown up Angel! I think I want some of that Prozac she used to talk about." He looks around for her, and then sees Angel and Mimi kissing. "Oh... this is... different. Great. This is just like Mark and Maureen now! Except my girlfriend ditched me for a drag queen!"
WILSON: I am going to take you dancing every single night, and we will dance through life. And because dancers are naturally more flexible, babydoll, you will never need a hip replacement. *kisses her other hand, then playfully brings both of them up to cover her face* But baby . . . I'm not wearing a hat. That's my hair.
((Will somebody start a new thread? Pretty please with Angel on top??))
((Tomorrow . . . it's almost 3 am here and I must go to bed!))
((I wouldn't mind some Angel on top... ;)
I mean... good night, Nina!))
((Chloe I was going to say the exact same thing!))
Little Collins takes Roger's broken guitar and thows it at his head. "Don't call Angel Stupid!"
Hedwig gets all wide eyed. "Oh my god! Is there anything you can't do!"
Mark, not really being one to argue with a detective, does exactly as he is told.