Mouse: Had a lovely evening curled up on the couch with Eep. Apparently, we both feel asleep halfway through the film.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. We'll have to attempt that flick again. I didn't realize how exhausted I was. Can't complain about the company, though. :)
Eep: God, this is just the MONTH of people from my past crawling out of the woodwork. Who the fuck moved the rock? (to Mouse) Sweet Jesus Fucking Christ. You will NOT believe who just fucking contacted me.
Mouse (to Eep): Who?
Eep (to Mouse): Maddie, my girlfriend from high school. What. The. Fuck?
Mouse (to Eep): Not really surprising... I think this is about the age when people start thinking about the past... I wonder, what she wants? Sorry, I'm a little distracted, there's a leak in the apartment next to me & Mrs. Lopez is freaking out. I'm about to go play plumber & see if I can fix it.
Eep (to Mouse): Yikes! That SUCKS. Good luck! Lemme know if you need any help. I'm off today.
Mouse (to Eep): Thanks... I managed to get the water shut off. It looks like the hot water heater rusted out, it's going to need to be replaced. It looks like I'm gonna need to call someone.
Eep (to Mouse): Christ. Sorry! I wish I was more of the handy-type. Replacing a hot water heater is beyond my skill set. But hey, if you ever need a drain snaked, I'm your man. (Trust me. When my hair was longer, this was a useful skill to have.)
Mouse (to Eep): That is good to know... Right now, I'm just trying to get Mrs. Lopez to stop babbling at me in really excited Spanish.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh! Hey! THAT part I can help you with. I can talk to her if you want.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, could you? My Spanish is terrible & I took French in school...
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. My folks were Argentinian, so I'm pretty close to almost fluent. I should be able to handle it. Well, my pop is STILL Argentinian. But... You know what I mean.
Mouse (to Eep): She keeps saying something that sounds like - Me mudo de este lugar.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh, shit. Sounds like she's threatening to move. Be right there. And I just realized you said you spoke French. I'll keep that in mind. ;)
Mouse (to Eep): That almost had a hint of innuendo to it... have you been taking lessons from Vincent? :-P
Eep: Wow. In a really good mood. This is... unusual. And unexpected, given the past few days. I'll have to make the most of it. (to Mouse) Apparently, I'm FULL of surprises today.
Mouse: I have now learned more than I ever wanted to know about water heaters...
Eep (to Mouse): You and me both. And Mrs. Lopez swears like no one else I have ever met. And that's saying something coming from me.
Mouse (to Eep): Thank you again for coming over & helping me with all of that...
Eep (to Mouse): Glad I could help. Man, it was worth it just to see the look on Mrs. Lopez's face when she realized I could understand her.
Mouse (to Eep): That was priceless... um, I'm sure you have questions about that whole thing.
Eep (to Mouse): Kinda.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, the short version is that I own the building. Please don't tell anyone... I don't want any secrets from you, so you can ask me anything.
Eep (to Mouse): Wow. That's, uh... Wow. That explains some of Mrs. Lopez's curses. I've never been so close to punching an old lady. How did you get a building? And why don't you want anyone to know?
Mouse (to Eep): After my parents & grandmother died, I received a big inheritance. I used the money to invest in a few things & when I moved here, I bought this place & rent it out. I just feel weird about telling people that I have money, which is why I still work & live pretty simply, Nana taught me to be frugal & sensible. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Wow. That's amazing, actually. And... now I feel like a huge loser.
Mouse (to Eep): oh god, why? I feel like a loser because I didn't earn this stuff. I just had to lose my family.
Eep (to Mouse): Shit. I'm sorry. That was insensitive. I'm sorry. Well, at least we can be losers together.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm honestly okay with that... Heck, if Mrs. Lopez moves out, you want an apartment?
Eep (to Mouse): As *awesome* as living in the same building as you sounds, I don't know I could afford the rent. And doubt you want Wanda living n the same space as you. :p
Mouse (to Eep): Really? You wouldn't have to pay in *money*. ;-)
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah, yeah. Ha ha. I think I already spent enough time fucking people I lived with, don't you? Kidding! I'm totally kidding by the way.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, can we make a film & then call it "art", then?
Eep (to Mouse): Hell, THAT movie I might want to actually make. :p This is gonna be one of those conversations I deeply regret tomorrow when I sober up, isn't it?
Mouse (to Eep): Gee, I hope not. ;-)
Eep (to Mouse): I, uh, have no response to that. But I'm grinning like an asshole.
Mouse (to Eep): So, should I be thankful that you're not here & I don't have a camera?;-)
Eep (to Mouse): Probably, yes.
Mouse (to Eep): Awww, really? Cuz there's that move you do that I've been trying to figure out... :-P Why are you drinking by yourself, anyway?
Eep (to Mouse): I'm not. Wanda is drinking with me. I think she's trying to pump me for info. About what? I have no fucking idea. You're making it REALLY hard for me to concentrate on whatever the fuck it isWanda is babbling about.
Mouse (to Eep): I could think of things to pump you about... but it probably wouldn't be appropriate at this moment.
Eep (to Mouse): And I have to ask, are you drunk, or playing perv chicken? Not that I'm complaining, mind you...
Mouse (to Eep): Actually, I was just drinking tea & reading a book, but if you'd like me to play perv chicken, I could....
Eep (to Mouse): Oh God, no! No. I don't think my heart could take it.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sorry, I'll behave... what info is Wanda looking for? I give you my complete permission to make stuff up. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Ha! Would if could. Think I'm a LEETLE too tipsy to be good at subterfuge. I'm at "chatty" drunk. Heh. I have no idea what she wants. So far, she's only asked me a bunch of times if you had a good time yesterday. But that can't be all she wants to know. She wouldn't have gotten me drunk for that.
Mouse (to Eep): Do I need to come over there? I will, if need be, though I am all comfy in a nice, hot bath with my book & cup of tea...
Eep (to Mouse): OK. Now I KNOW you're fucking with me. Not that it's not a happy image... But, goddamn woman! What the fuck? That's not fair!
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sorry... I'll leave you to your carousing with Wanda. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I can't pretend I wasn't more interested in what you were saying. But, I should get to bed. Wanda should know better than to give me this much to drink, this late at night. G'night! Love you!
