Viva La Vie Boheme!, Doesn't ANYBODY here have money?

[Tom Collins]

Collins started as Angel suddenly fell to the ground, then dropped down beside her almost immediately and helped her up. "Ang! Are you okay?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her for support. Without waiting for an answer, he picked his lover up and cradled her in his arms.

"This way's definitely safer," Collins nodded, satisfied. "Marky, to prove your loyalty to your dear friendies - a.k.a. us - would you please carry Angel's crutches until we reach our place?"

[Mark Cohen]

Mark smiled at the scene before him: All of his friends. Together. And this time he was there too!

Collins's question snapped him out of his trance and he blinked. He nodded and bent down to pick up the crutches. "Yeah, sure. Hey, so what's the plan then? Are we going home or...?" He trailed off, looking around at everyone in the group.

[Angel Dumott Schunard]

Angel started to thank Collins for helping her up, but instead squeaked in surprise as he picked her up. "Collins, I'm fine! I can walk!" She squirmed a little, but quit with another hiss of pain as her hips started to throb. "Or maybe not... Put me down if I get too heavy, though." she told him, looping her arms loosely around his neck. Maybe she'd hurt her legs a bit more than she thought when she fell. Oh well. She was sure they'd be okay again in the morning.

[Mimi Marquez]

After making sure Angel was OK, Mimi's inebriated (and therefore not overly focused) mind turned to Mark's question.

"Home...." The word was extremely special. She couldnt' exactly remember. Not special in a good way, either...

Finally, it came to her with an explosion of thought so fierce she could nearly here the miniature lightbulb shatter above her head. "Roggeh.." she slurred. "Benneh locked my aparthmensh when I went to the hosphital....I don't have a key to my housh...apartmesh....I don't hash a home....for now"

[Maureen Johnson]

Maureen yawned hugely. Alcohol usually had the ability to make her extremely hyper, then extremely sleepy. "Maybe you're right, Collinsh...I'm shleeeeeeepy." Her ears perked up (not literally) at Mimi's comment. "Ooh, Mimi!! You can shtay wif US! At the loft! It'll be like a shleepover...or something! Except...um...you'll be in Roger's bed, and I'll be on the couch!"

[Roger Davis]

Roger, who had somehow managed to stay somewhat sober untill that point looked completely shocked.

"MO! You are... you are NOT shleeping.... not... shleeping... with..." his voice trailed off. What was he going to say, anyways? "Shooo... Mo... Meemshies is comin' back wif' us?"

The musician stumbled and wrapped one arm around his fiancee's shoulder and the other around Maureen's.

'Shee you guysh later! TO LOFT!" Roger announced grandly, the full effects of the alchohol having set in.

[Tom Collins]

Collins raised his eyebrows at his intoxicated friends, then looked down at Angel, who, along with himself and Mark, seemed slightly more sober than everybody else. "So, Mimi, Maureen and Roger are going to the loft together, I guess Emily can head back to her place, you and I are going back to our place..." he said to his lover, then looked at Mark in confusion. "Are you going back to wherever you live now? Or are you going to help these three get back to the good ol' loft? I'm not sure if they can make it by themselves..."

[Mark Cohen]

Mark nodded up at Collins. He vaguely wondered how tall Collins was, but pushed it to the back of his mind. "Oh of course, yeah. I can't leave them alone. If I did I think we'd all be responsible for the deaths of three individuals." He looked over at Maureen, Roger, and Mimi and smirked, shaking his head. "Then I'm going back to wherever I live now."

[Maureen Johnson]

Maureen giggled happily and wrapped her arms around Mark's neck. "Yay, Marky, you're taking us home!! And then, um...then I get to shleep! On the COUCH!" She spun around drunkenly, then stopped. Looking at Mark like he had six heads, she exclaimed, "Hey, I hooked up with you once! No...wait...THREE TIMES!"

((OOC: That last part is based on an actual experience...))

[Angel Dumott Schunard]

Her head resting on Collins' chest, Angel watched the others' antics with an amused grin on her face. Her hips hurt less, now, and she contemplated asking Collins to put her down for a moment before deciding she was rather comfy right where she was.

"Hey, Marky..." She paused, blinked, and shook her head. Okay, so she wasn't /entirely/ sober yet. "Mark, can you hand me my crutches, since we're going a different way?"

[Roger Davis]

Roger watched Mark hand Angel her crutches in a dazem his head was rolling around his shoulders, thus making him giggle.

"Sho. Marky, Shmo-Mo and Meemsicle, we're headed THATTA-WAY!" he announced pointed in the general 'left' direction. Without waiting for an answer from anyone, he let go of Maureen and Mimi and began to march his way towards wherever his finger had pointed him.

[Maureen Johnson]

"OOH, ROGGIE, WAIT FOR ME!!" Maureen cried, stumbling forward. She ran after Roger, arms windmilling wildly. "You know I hate to be last in liiiiiiiine! Come on, Rog, wait up for meee! Let's GO, Meems!" The very drunk diva grabbed her friend's arm as she ran, attempting not to fall over. "Not fair, Rogermeister! I'm wearing tight pants, and...and...what're they called? STILETTOS! And I had more to drink than YOOOOOU!"

((OOC: I love how nobody questions my...interesting experiences with drunk people))

[Tom Collins]

Collins waited for Angel to get a good grip on her crutches, then waved goodbye to his friends. "Okay, we're, um... bye?" he said, raising his eyebrows as Roger and Maureen took off down the street. "Never mind, then." He snorted. "Time to go home. I'm tired." Collins began walking down the sidewalk in the direction of his and Angel's apartment, whistling merrily as he went.