Angel's book is coming this summer for all those who wish to see how the rest of the friend group faired in their quest to find the partner of their dreams. But for those who aren't familiar with him, Shanny, or Ajay, here's a little glimpse at some of their more spirited interactions.
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“I was getting ready to set up by the statue
this morning when a guy in a suit came by. Nothing new there, everyone’s in a
suit, but this one lingered and kinda smirked at me while he nibbled on this
big-ass breakfast sandwich. Said it might be the wrong time of day but if I
enjoyed singing for my supper then I should play Holding Out for a Hero and
he’d give me a bite. The way he leered at me and let his eyes dart to the front
of my pants I wasn’t sure if it was just food he was talking about.”
“The Bonnie Tyler version or the Adam Lambert
one?” Shanny mused while Ajay tried to remember if he’d even heard the Bonnie
Tyler one or anything else by the woman.
“No he didn’t!”
Shanny jumped and choked on the mouthful of
punch he’d been about to swallow, while Ajay was grateful that he wasn’t
chewing anything, because Angel stood in the doorway, hands on his hips and a
fierce glare making his already dark eyes seem darker.
“Thought you weren’t gonna be home until after
the drag show?” Ajay said, hoping to distract him. He should have known it
wouldn’t work.
“I wasn’t until I realized I’d forgotten
ChaCha Bella’s wig, and it’s a good thing I did, or you wouldn’t have told me
what happened, would you?”
“Only because I don’t need you marching down
there and catching a case confronting him.”
“Hrumph! We’ve got a bail fund.” Angel
grumbled.
“A very small one that is meant for protests
and excess parking violations, not for felonious assault, which is exactly what
you’d be charged with when you tried to shove your clippers up some suits ass,”
Shanny remarked, snickering.
Angel’s eyes narrowed at them both before his
phone chimed. “This isn’t over, just a time out while I take care of ChaCha.”
“Do not cut your night short,” Ajay cautioned,
“or you’ll be dealing with us, and Tiny will spend the next two days lecturing
us about pillow fights in the living room and the glass shards that keep
getting stuck in his foot after we break something.”
Though he tried to keep a straight face, it
was a clear struggle that Angel ultimately lost when a snort burst free
followed by a giggle.
“Oh, I thought he was going to put us across
his knee for sure,” Angel said. “Not that any of us would have protested.”
“Too much,” Shanny chimed in.
“Gotta keep it a little spicy, sweetheart,”
Angel remarked as he headed for the stairs. “That’s half the fun.”
A few short seconds later he was tearing back
down the stairs again, wig box in hand and shirt tails flapping, as he’d
swapped out the peach top he’d come in wearing with a lime green button-down
shirt covered in pineapples that went awesome with the yellow skinny jeans he
had on. The door slammed shut behind him and as abruptly as he’d arrived, he
was gone again, leaving Shanny shaking his head.
“How does he always manage to look like it’s
summertime in Miami?” Shanny muttered.
“Wishful thinking?” Ajay remarked with a
shrug.
“As cold as it is out there, I could go for a
little sunshine and Palomas on the beach. Kick back beneath a beach umbrella
and watch all that beautifully tanned flesh run in and out of the waves.”
“Mmmm, I wouldn’t mind a bit of that myself.”
Shanny let out a huff and a frustrated little
sigh. “Dry spells suck.”
“Amen to that.”
“You know, it is Friday
night, and we could go out and see what we can get into.”
Groaning, Ajay scrubbed his hands over his
eyes. “The last thing I am in the mood for right now is bad pickup lines and
overpriced drinks.”
“Come on, man, they aren’t all bad.”
“Dude, are you forgetting the redhead who
asked if you were a beekeeper 'cause you smelled like you’d been dipped in
honey and he wondered if you tasted half as sweet.”
“Ugh don’t remind me,” Shanny groaned.
“And then there was the guy who claimed his
name was Microsoft and asked if he could crash at your place.”
“To be fair, that was somewhat original.”
“Dude, that was totally ripped right off the
internet,” Ajay protested.
“But at least I hadn’t heard it before.”
“Fair.”
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“Owe!
Shit! Someone else needs to take over the sewing!” Ajay complained as he shook
the sting out of his hand.
“And wind up like Shanny, no thank
you!” Leith said, prompting Shanny to flip him off with one of his band-aid
covered fingers. “I don’t see why you don’t tell Angel what you’re trying to do
and get him to help. He’s got to sew better than any of us.”
“Don’t count on it. Now tell me about
this thing you haven’t asked me to help you with yet.”
“Angel!” Shanny cheered. “You’re home
early.”
“I am and guess what, I brought Cha
Cha Bella with me,” Angel said, pausing for dramatic effect as he shook his
hips. “Your sewing issues are solved. You’re welcome.”
He was carrying a container of drinks
too, each with a colorful straw sticking up out of it.
“You brought boba tea!” Leith
declared. “You are officially the best.”
“Thank god,” Ajay groaned around the
finger he’d shoved in his mouth. “See, I told you I’d wind up bleeding even
with all the callouses from playing my guitar!”
He stuck his tongue out at Shanny
when he said it, prompting Shanny to flip him off too.
“Well then give up whatever it is
you’re trying to piece together before our next issue becomes how to get blood out
of whatever type of material that is,” Angel said as he waved a hand in the
direction of the mound of material piled beside Ajay.
“Red and white,” Shanny replied to
which Angel groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, then groaned louder
when Ajay spoke up.
“Too late,” Ajay grumbled around his
injured finger.
He’d only managed to add three more
hearts, two white and one red, to the black denim mini kilt that would serve as
the base of Shanny’s costume, but Shanny couldn’t see which color had gotten
stained. He’d probably dripped some in a few spots himself with as many times
as he’d stabbed his fingers shoving the needle through that black denim.
“You two are menaces to fabric near
and far,” Angel declared. “The world would weep if you went into fashion.”
“Well then allow me to save the world,”
Cha Cha Bella announced as she stepped into the room behind Angel. “Put that needle
down and step away from the thread. Keep your hands in the air where I can see
them, you don’t want to scare that poor spool any more than you already have.”
“Gladly!” Ajay said, laughing while
he scrambled to his feet and backed away from the material.
While Cha Cha took his spot, Ajay
took the drink container from Angel and started passing them around while Angel
disappeared back into the kitchen.
“Ohhh, he got me Honeydew this time,”
Leith squealed when he saw the label on the side of the cup Ajay passed him.
“He got me Brown Sugar,” Shanny
declared. “Which one did he bring you, Ajay?”
“Strawberry-mango! I love this one!”
“In case you were wondering, we came
bearing snacks, too,” Cha Cha said as she started rifling through the material.
“And a request, though I might want to consider making it a trade at this point.
What is all of this supposed to be?”
“A surprise for Valentine’s Day. I
made sketches,” Shanny explained, putting down the paper and scissors to crawl
over to where she sat.
Ajay had dumped the fabric on top of the
drawings, but Shanny soon extracted the slightly crumped sheets of paper and
passed them to Cha Cha, who gasped when she saw what was on them.
“Oh. My. God! This is to die for! How
did you ever come up with this? Honey, if this is the way your mind thinks,
then you and I need to have a little chat, because I need some new costumes.”
“As long as I don’t have to sew them,
I’ll draw anything you want,” Shanny said, feeling his face heat up from the
praise.
While he was used to showing his
drawings to others, he’d never tried anything quite as personal as the skater
boy cupid he’d drawn complete with a corset and bondage gear.
“I believe this is the start of a
beautiful relationship!” Cha Cha declared.
“Now just hold on a moment, chica!”
Angel hissed as he stepped back into the room with a tray full of chocolate
chip cookies and mini donuts. “I leave the room for two seconds and you’re
replacing me? What’s up with that?”
Angel’s look of mock outrage left
them all giggling.
“Now Angel, you know there is no
replacing you.” Cha Cha said, laughing as she shook her head at him.
“I should hope not. Otherwise I just
might have to offer my styling services to Miss Dragonfly.”
Cha Cha tisked and cut Angel a
scathing look but it was all in good fun. Having them home for the evening just
brightened the vibe even more than the lighthearted mood they’d already been
in.
“Miss Dragonfly,” Cha Cha muttered.
“You go on then and style for that tired old thing if you want to but when the
time rolls around for the Hair Show this year, I know who won’t be volunteering
all of this fabulousness to walk the runway for you.”
Angel set the tray down with a plop,
snatched up two cupcakes and gracefully dropped to the floor in the splits to
hold them up in offering to Cha Cha.
“My sincerest apologies my queen,”
Angel said. “If I’ve said anything to offend you…sucks to suck!”
Cha Cha sputtered, but the moment she
opened her mouth to retort, Angel shoved a mini cupcake between her lips, then
popped the other one in his mouth. By then they were all laughing. Shanny
couldn’t resist the urge to swipe his finger through some bright orange
frosting and smear it on Leith’s cheek.
“Ack! Seriously! Now I’m all Sticky!”
Leith grumbled, rubbing his face before licking the mess off his fingers. “Ohhhhh
yummmmmm. That frosting is amazing.”
“You’re welcome,” Shanny said.
And now for your first glimpse at the model image for Angel whose book will be unveiled this Summer.
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Tiny hadn’t been
squishing him before, he did now, crushing him against Riggs as he squeezed the
breath out of him.
Wheezing, Shanny struggled to squeak out, “You’re
squashing the Shanny! You’re squashING…THE SHAN-NY!”
“Fine, I’ll tickle the Shanny instead,” Tiny
declared, fingers suddenly everywhere.
Creeping under Shanny’s shirt, dancing over
the back of his knee, he’d swat at Tiny’s hand, and he’d just move it to
another spot, like Shanny’s ribs, which were extremely ticklish, and… “ACK!!!!”
Squirming did nothing. He was so pinned he
could barely flail, and all Daddy Riggs did was laugh and hug Shanny, meaning
he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Oh my god no fair!!!!” Shanny wailed!
“Oh my god SHUT UP!” Angel hollered and
punctuated it with the slamming of his door.
It was hard to stop giggles once they burst
out. Slapping his hands over his mouth only muffled them and pressing harder
just hurt his face. Tiny and Daddy Riggs were having a similar issue, all of
them trying to dial things down before Angel came out and banished them from
the next boba tea night.
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