"Aaaahhhhhhhh…."

"Watch it, Collins!" Roger yelped, flinching. "You almost got me, there…."

"Sorry, man…" The professor smirked, laughing just a little.

"What?" The rocker raised an eyebrow. "Tell me…I wanna laugh, too!"

"How did we get here, Roger? Here we are….havin' a damn pissing contest in the fuckin' winter. I hope my dick doesn't fall off…."

Roger shrugged, chuckling softly. "Hey, when you gotta go…you gotta go. That's what's so great about being a guy…you can do it anytime, anyplace."

Collins stared straight ahead, admiring the view the vantage point of a rooftop gave him.

"I just hope no one sees us…."

"Hey, Collins…look!" The rocker nudged him, a smug smile on his face.

Collins' eyes quickly snapped to the freshly fallen snow directly in front of his friend….

He nearly bust a gut laughing so hard. Roger had spelled out the name 'Mimi'…complete with a heart drawn around it.

"Awww! How romantic. Here…give me a sec…."

Collins proceeded to spell out the name of his lover. He only got as far as 'Angel Dumott Sch'…then he had run out of ammunition.

"Aww, shit!" He swore softly under his breath. "You're lucky that 'Mimi' is a short name, Roger…."

"I know." Roger grinned. "It looks like I win…."

"Now wait a minute. I just need to drink another bottle of beer and I'll be able to out piss you any day…"

They stopped their little banter when they heard footsteps crunching on the snow… coming up from behind them.

Collins glanced over his shoulder and saw Angel walking towards them. He was clad in a pair of blue jeans and that famous red jacket of his. His arms were wrapped around himself to ward off the cold, seeing as the jacket didn't provide much protection.

"Fuck! It's Angel!" Collins hissed, whipping his head back around.

Both friends quickly, yet carefully, zipped their jeans closed.

"I thought I'd find you boys up here!" Angel chirped, coming up beside Collins. He was smiling cheerfully. "What's up?"

Before either of them could speak, Angel glanced at the snow…his smile began to slowly disappear from his face.

"You guys!" Angel gasped, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

Roger began to laugh, though trying very hard not to. Collins hung his head a little, guessing that Angel might've been grossed out by the use of urine to spell out his name.

"Yes, Angelcake?" He asked his lover carefully.

"Why didn't you ask me to join you??" A huge grin graced Angel's features.

Roger stopped cackling and looked at Collins with wide, surprised eyes. Collins returned his stare.

Huh?!

THE END