Mouse: Gee, there's nothing more attractive than letting your insecurities show in front of your boyfriend. I'm an idiot...
Eep (to Mouse): I don't think you're an idiot.
Mouse (to Eep) thanks... I don't know what else to say...
Eep (to Mouse): I DO think burlesque dancers should come with warning labels. Holy shit! I've never seen so much neediness in one place. Also, they should not be allowed to announce from the stage that anyone is "doable." Vincent's ego may never stop swelling.
Mouse (to Eep): You're the best boyfriend ever. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): I just call em like I see em. :)
Vincent: Goodness gracious. I am FAR 2 hung over 2 B able 2 see Mouse & Eep swooning all ovr ea other w/o fortification frm coffee. Those burlesque dancers drank me undr the table last nite!
Mouse (to Vincent): You loved every moment of it... especially when they announced on stage they all thought you were sexy.
Vincent (to Mouse): I nvr claimed otherwise. Bsides, when a gaggle of lovely ladies in corsets offers 2 buy U drinks, it wld B unseemly 2 refuse. And U can't fault a lady 4 noticing ur charms.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, you weren't the only one getting attention from the ladies... they were just the most vocal about you.
Vincent (to Mouse): Vry tru. U looked ready 2 draw blood when Sweet Little D kept hitting on Eep.
Mouse (to Vincent): And, Eep & I were not swooning over each other...
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh yes U were. U 2 were all smiley faces & compliments this am. Usually, it adorbz, but not when my head is pounding this much. The sweetness just make it ache more.
Mouse (to Vincent): I could make you my hangover cure, if you'd like.
Vincent (to Mouse): What does that entail again? I remember it being horrible. Vaguely.
Mouse (to Vincent): It's actually just a Bloody Mary. It usually works.
Vincent (to Mouse): That would explain Y I can't abide tomato juice. & here I was thinking it was b/c it's just gross.
Mouse (to Vincent): I just made you think it was horrible, so you'd stop getting wasted.
Vincent (to Mouse): I wld B 4ever in ur debt if U'd B willing 2 cure me of this beast. I'm still in my PJs. I don't think I can manage trousers yet.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'll be over in a minute with the ingredients & maybe some breakfast. sound good?
Vincent (to Mouse): Mmmhmm. If I don't answer the door, just let urself in I think I woke up still drunk. I feel worse than B4.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sorry I was being a bit insufferable last night... those dancers were a little overwhelming & a bit intimidating.
Eep (to Mouse): You were fine. Besides, it's not like you haven't had to put up with me being a million times more insufferable. Still don't think you have anything to be intimidated about. You would have looked WAY fucking hotter in those get ups. Um. Not that I mean what you had on wasn't really hot! Cause it was! I just mean, um... Fuck. Foot in mouth again. Sorry.
Mouse (to Eep): Aside from the apologizing profusely that was a comment that almost rivaled something from Vincent with a lot less perv. And, now I may have to make myself a burlesque outfit... ;-)
Eep (to Mouse): Oh God. I don't know if I'm mortified or intrigued.
Mouse: God, Vincent is actually languishing on his couch. I didn't think real people did that. I feel like I just stepping into a novel. (to Eep) I'm sorry, I think Vincent may have a magical power to turn everyone into a perv.
Vincent (to Mouse): Of course I languish, in agony I might add. What else R fainting couches 4?
Eep (to Mouse): Or at least the power to blurt out thoughts that would be better to keep in your head.
Vincent (to Mouse & Eep): The power of perv is my gift 2 U. 2 U both.
Mouse (to Eep): I like knowing that you think I'm hot. No one has ever said it to me before... or at least, that I wanted to hear it from or that I actually believed.
Eep (to Vincent): Jesus. How much did you drink last night. You're not making sense! (to Mouse) Oh. Um, I would have thought it was kinda obvious. Cause... uh, well, you know. But, um, yes. You. Very hot. VERY hot.
Mouse (to Vincent): Aww, sweetie... your breakfast & cure is coming right up, I'm almost done in the kitchen… Alright, lil brother, I'm heading back to my place. feel better. Oh, and I left that letter on your kitchen counter, so you can decide what to do with it.
Vincent (to Mouse): U're my angel & savior, sweet sister. Come ovr when I'm feeling my myself. We'll have a bon fire.
Mouse (to Vincent): It's a date. :-) (to Eep) Oh, I had a question for you that I meant to ask yesterday, but it was so busy I forgot. What are you doing for Thanksgiving?
Eep (to Mouse): Usually, Robert, Wanda and I hit a Chinese buffet, but this year they're both headed home. So, uh, nothing, I guess.
Mouse (to Eep): Do you want to spend it with me &Vincent? At least, I assume Vincent is coming, he hasn't told me otherwise.
Eep (to Mouse): I would like that a lot, actually. But Vincent IS NOT allowed to drink. I don't wanna get molested during the meal.
Mouse (to Eep): That sounds fair. I think after last night, he may want to stay away from alcohol for a few days anyway. Molested by anyone or just Vincent? :-P Oh geez, I'm sorry... I apparently have no filter on my brain or mouth today.
Eep (to Mouse): Um. I might be willing to make exceptions.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, as long as I'm the only exception, I can live with that. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): The one and only. God, I'm sorry. This whole conversation has gone WAY over the line. And I'm fucking sober.
Mouse (to Eep): Apparently, we can never talk to each other again... or maybe we should just stick to inane topics. Here. let's start over... How's work today? Do you have plans for tonight? Interested in joining me for dinner & a movie?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Work blows. No plans tonight. Dinner and a movie would be great. Look at us. Having a conversation like civilized people.
Mouse (to Eep): It's funny how we can have normal conversations, in person, but we get on the computer & bam! it's perv central.
Eep (to Mouse): Um. We,uh, don't always behave like Puritans in person either.
Mouse (to Eep): Um, I plead the fifth…
Poppy (to Eep & Mouse): Oh my God! This is a nightmare slash delightful!
Eep (to Poppy): What the fuck are you talking about? Don't you have some puppies to kick, or something?
Poppy (to Eep): The two of you are just so adorable when you're trying to pretend you don't want to do nasty things with each other.
Eep (to Poppy): Yes. It must be strange for you seeing two people make an actual emotional connection rather than just humping a nearby leg.
Poppy (to Eep): I have no idea what you just said.
Vincent (to Mouse): How much do U love me?
Mouse (to Vincent): Umm, quite a bit... why?
Vincent (to Mouse): B/c keeping in mind that ur a kind & generous soul & knowing ur open door 4 all wayward souls on Turkey Day... I may have invited Poppy to Thanksgiving dinner.
Mouse (to Vincent): oh... you're in charge of making sure she behaves.
Vincent (to Mouse): THANK YOU. I kno U 2 don't get along. I'll make sure 2 keep her busy. For what it's worth, she seemed rlly pleased 2 B invited. There might B a nice grl in there somewhere. Maybe.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, Eep is coming over, so at least you'll have a distraction with Poppy.
Vincent (to Mouse): REALLY? I suppose it's 2 much 2 hope we'll all get drunk enough 4 a Thanksgiving orgy then?
Mouse (to Vincent): You both better behave or so help me. I'm not having a repeat of last year's Turkey Day debacle...
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh no! I learned my lesson. Scout's Honor.
Mouse (to Vincent): Do you really want Poppy to come over for Thanksgiving?
Vincent (to Mouse): It doesn't matter. She backed out.
Mouse: I know I'm going to seriously regret what I am about to do.... (to Poppy) Hey there, I don't know if you have plans for Thanksgiving, but if you don't we'd love to have you join us... I know, Vincent would love to see you & we always make enough food for an army.
Vincent (to Mouse): ! Ur the sweetest sister a lad could ask 4
Poppy (to Mouse): Thank you for the invitation, but I don't think I should... I'd feel a bit weird... I am feeling a bit weird about it.
Mouse (to Poppy): What you're feeling are emotions... how am I going to explain this?
Poppy (to Mouse): Hey, hey I know what emotions are. It's one of those words that people throw around that don't mean anything, like "addiction."
Mouse (to Poppy): Look, Vincent would like you to be here, he's my brother & I love him, so I'd like it if you came for Thanksgiving.
Poppy (to Mouse): Honey that is so sweet... yes, I'll come for Thanksgiving.
Mouse (to Eep): I have some good news & some bad news... which do you want first?
Vincent (to Mouse): Thank you, sweetie!
Eep (to Mouse): Oh Lord... Hit me with the worst first, I suppose.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, Poppy will be joining us for Thanksgiving & the good news is that will hopefully keep Vincent occupied. (to Vincent) You are welcome... best behavior from you both.
Vincent (to Mouse): I will B a gentleman & a scholar. & more importantly, I'll make sure Poppy behaves.
Mouse (to Vincent): Thank you.
Eep (to Mouse): That should be, um, interesting.
Mouse (to Eep): Vincent has promised his best behavior & that he'll keep a tight rein on her. If you want to back out, I'd completely understand.
Eep (to Mouse): Back out and leave you alone with those two? Fuck no! Besides, I'm kinda looking forward to it, DESPITE Vincent and Poppy.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh good! I was hoping you were going to say that. I wasn't really looking forward to spending it without you. I think Vincent might like her more than he wants to admit.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. It sure seems that way. That's not surprising though. We dudes are simple creatures. We keep a soft spot for the person we lost our virginity with.
Mouse (to Eep): I had no idea that guys thought about that stuff. I think I burned all the pictures of the guy & pretended it didn't happen.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, maybe I'm the wrong guy to ask. I've never exactly been the poster boy for Super Manliness. Though I think it has less to do with sentimentality, and more like "Uh huh, you had sex with me. I likes you." I'm guessing you had a bad end with your 1st beau.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, you could say that...
Eep (to Mouse): Well, Maddie was my first, and that ended... Well, not good.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm going to suggest we stop talking about this before we both end up down in the dumps.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Yeah. Of course.
Mouse (to Eep): I mean, if you are okay with it, we can. I just remembered you had mentioned her the other day and I wasn't sure if it was still a touchy subject.
Eep (to Mouse): Actually, it's not. At all. It was kinda weird, I'll admit. I mean, I was a little pissy with her... Mostly because I had JUST seen Asher, so I was still kinda freaked out by that. But, it didn't really bother me.
Mouse (to Eep): What did she want, just to say hi?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Pretty much. Apparently, she got married, had a kid, got divorced... She asked about what I'd been up to, if I was still painting, if I was seeing anyone, that kinda thing. That was about it. Uh, that was after I kinda yelled at her for writing me a Dear John letter when I was in the hospital.
Mouse (to Eep): Wow, you are a master of tact. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah, apparently, I'm the grand master of tact. :p
Mouse (to Eep): Did you feel any better after talking to her?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I did, actually. I always felt like she abandoned me. I mean, I understand she didn't want to date me anymore, but... I dunno. I mean, my pop didn't even drive up from Florida to pick me up when I was released. I guess I felt like no one cared. I was bitter over it for a LONG time. I was a little surprised to find out I wasn't still mad about it.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I'm glad the talk went well with her... And, now you've got me. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Um, yeah. Uh... I think that had a lot to do with it. Also, um, I may have bragged a little bit about my awesome girlfriend.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh my, I think I just found a new shade of red! I'm not sure I've ever blushed like that before.
Eep (to Mouse): Wow. Usually, I'm the one blushing.
Mouse (to Eep): Actually, I'm a terrible girlfriend because I forgot to ask... Are you done with work? Do you need a ride?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh, uh, yeah. I am. A ride would be awesome. If it's not too late, that is.
Mouse (to Eep): Not at all, I'll come & get you, right now. See you soon! :-)
Eep (to Mouse): See you soon!
