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| Entry tags: | alt!verse, backstory |
La Vie Boheme/I Should Tell You
December 24th, 1989, Life Cafe, NYC, still later that night...
The show is ... interesting. Maureen certainly has a flair for the dramatic. And turns out that they know Collins, who had a thing with one of the bouncers at the Club a few months back. And now they know Angel, it looks like she's got her claws into Collins, and Collins isn't complaining. They are cute.
"And you?" Angel had asked on the way to the cafe. "How's it coming with the cute rock star?" She sighed.
He'd said he needed to take it slow, but he'd pretty much been ignoring her. She shrugged.
"He needs some more convincing," she said.
Angel grinned. "Honey, then get to it," she said.
"I'm tryin'," she sighed. "I don't think he knows, though, that I've got AIDS too. He's being all noble."
"Sweetie, just tell him. Straight up, get it out in the open," she said, as Collins wandered over. "Trust me," she said, with a wink, hand snaking around Collins' waist and squeezing his ass. "It's worth it."
Collins winked at Mimi and she laughed, and moved away to give them some privacy.
At the Cafe, Roger took a seat beside Mark, and there wasn't space beside him. Trying not to be too disappointed, she wandered over to beside Angel. Angel squeezed her hand. Collins gave Roger a Look, but Mimi didn't think he noticed.
They were busy being distracted by Benny. God she couldn't believe she ever was with that ass. He's smug, and condescending, and he's wailing on their deal, which she'll have to remind him.
Roger asks why his wife isn't here, teasing him about the name. Mimi grins.
"There was a death in the family, if you must know," he says.
"Who died?" Angel asks, curiously.
"Our Akita," he replies, and Mimi whips around to Angel. Oh God, no...
"Evita," several people say at once, and she can practically hear the penny drop. She giggles, she can't help it, and avoids Angel's eyes.
"Mimi, I'm surprised," Benny says, and she curses herself for drawing attention to herself. "A bright and charming girl like you hangs out with these slackers," he says, and she just glares at him. "Who don't adhere to deals," he continues. Ass. She'll show him adhering to deals. How'd his father-in-law like to know he was screwing a dancer a few months ago?
Benny continues his pompous rant, and Mark steps in to mock him. Mimi sits back and watches him being put in his place, joining in with the fake mourners.
"La Vie Boeheme!" she toasts, holding up her glass.
Soon it's getting wild, people are climbing on tables, and cheering, and toasting the things that Benny's father in law would hate the most.
She's called on to do her lawnchair-handcuff dance, and she obliges, a quick teaser, and gets cheers. Still legendary, then. Good to know.
She grabs a glass of beer, and is enjoying herself, until Benny comes over.
"Your new boyfriend doesn't know about us?" he asks, trying to sound casual.
"There's nothing to know," she replies.
"Don't you think that we should discuss-" he starts.
Mimi wonders if he means their -- thing -- or the deal they'd made about her not telling Alison about the thing. Or if he wanted to stop her seeing Roger.
"It was three months ago," she insists.
"He doesn't act like he's with you," he says.
Mimi resists the urge to punch him.
"We're taking it slow," she replies, testily.
"Where is he now?" Benny asks, smug. She pulls a face and turns around to point him out.
"He's right -- where'd he go?" she asks, scanning the room. Benny looks insufferably pleased with himself.
"Oh go screw yourself," she mutteres, and stalks away.