Mouse: Waking up to the smell of coffee & breakfast is absolutely sublime...
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh my. Some1 had a good nite.
Mouse (to Vincent): Apparently...
Vincent (to Mouse): Apparently she says, as if she has no idea what I'm implying or who I'm implying it abt. U R so FRUSTRATING sometimes. How am I supposed 2 tease U if you won't take the bait?
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize I existed purely for your amusement... Did you have a nice evening?
Vincent (to Mouse): I had a *wonderful* evening! I'd ask if ur's ended well, but I don't think U'd tell me & frm the look of the make-out session U were having in the alley... I already kno. >:}
Mouse (to Vincent): I have no idea what you're talking about. (to Eep) I don't know what I did to deserve it, but thank you so much for breakfast this morning.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um, no prob. Sorry I couldn't stay later. Duty called.
Mouse (to Eep): Stupid Yog hut.
Vincent (to Mouse): Mmmm hmmm. Save ur objections 4 some1 who believes U, sister dearest. & 4 someone who didn't take a pic of it w/ his phone.
Mouse (to Vincent): What!?!
Vincent (to Mouse): I thought U didn't know what I was talking abt.
Mouse (to Vincent): I don't, I just feel bad for whomever you took a picture of thinking it was us.
Vincent (to Mouse): Ur 100% sure this isn't U in this pic? O alright. U called my bluff. U 2 DID disappear 4 an extended period of time. U can't blame me 4 hoping 4 the worst.
Mouse (to Vincent): I thought as much... Besides, don't you have a little moppet to entertain rather than fantasizing about us?
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh, don't wrry. I'm keeping her occupied aplenty. I cld provide details if U want them...
Mouse (to Vincent): No, no, that's alright. (to Eep) Is everything okay?
Eep (to Mouse): I will be. Long, boring story.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh ok...
Eep (to Mouse): It's my pop. He left me a long, drunken guilt trip on my voicemail. Should have just deleted it. Should know better by now. It also looks like my hours are getting slashed at Yog Hut. Well, at least I won't have to wear this hat...
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sorry, that sucks. I wish there was something I could do.
Eep (to Mouse): It's alright. I've been in worse off financially before, and I've been dealing with my pop for like, what? 15, 16 years? It's fine.
Mouse (to Eep): No, it's not fine... I'm irritated on your behalf.
Eep (to Mouse): You don't have to be irritated. That's how retail is. And as for my dad... Well he was probably drunk. It really is OK.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sorry, I'm not good at this sort of stuff. I just want you to know that you're not alone & I'll help anyway I can.
Eep (to Mouse): Wow. I, uh, I don't know what to say. Other than, thanks, I guess. Which sounds really lame.
Mouse (to Eep): That's ok, I think I'm a bit dumb, that all sounded much better in my head. I just don't like you being upset... sorry, I'll shut up now.
Eep (to Mouse): No, it didn't sound dumb. It's just that, um, I dunno. It's nice to have someone who wants to stick up for me. Um, it means a lot. And I guess saying "thanks" just seems really lame.
Mouse (to Eep): Of course, I'm going to stick up for you... I'm your girlfriend & I care about you... and, now Vincent is here to help me get dressed for bartending duty tonight... I have a feeling he's not going to let me wear what I had picked out... if I'm not at work, it's because I've died of shame.
Eep (to Mouse): Can't be any worse than what he stuck me in. And, uh, I'll admit to being curious.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, so far, he seems to hate everything I own...
A few hours later:
Mouse: Dear god, Vincent cinched me in this corset so tightly that I think my sides touch.
Vincent (to Mouse): Darling, that's how it's supposed to be laced.
Mouse (to Vincent): Really? Because, I feel a little lightheaded...
Vincent (to Mouse): Darling, there is no beauty w/o suffering. Bsides, U won't B complaining when it's time 2 tally the tips.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, I hope you're happy... I think there's a stack of phone numbers in the tip jar. And, Eep hasn't said a word to me. I can't tell if he's happy or brooding.
Eep (to Mouse): I'm not complaining now.
Mouse (to Eep): Really, You don't think this getup is a little ridiculous?
Eep (to Mouse): Not in the slightest. It's, uh, yeah... Wow.
Poppy (to Mouse): Look, Lezzie Borden, if you wanted me to make out with you, all you had to do was ask...
Mouse (to Poppy): Umm... I think I liked it better when you didn't like me. (to Eep) Good to know... I, uh, may need help getting out of this stuff.
Eep (to Mouse): Um, really? I'd be more willing to volunteer.
Mouse (to Eep): I was hoping you would. ;-)
Eep (to Mouse): Also, I think there was more than Coke in this drink.
Mouse (to Eep): Who made it for you?
Eep (to Mouse): Um. I thought you did. Your brother was the one who handed it to me.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, if it was the one I made it was just coke... I think. (to Vincent) Uh Vincent will you kindly distract Poppy, she's giving me a weird look.
Vincent (to Mouse): We've reached that level of drunk, have we? (to Poppy) Darling, I seem 2 B having a problem w/ the lacing on the back of my pants. Help?
Eep (to Mouse): Uh. Yeah. Heh. There was WAY more than soda in there. I almost fell over when I stood up. You look really pretty, by the way.
Mouse (to Eep): Uh, thank you... Don't let Vincent give you drinks ever. (to Vincent) Apparently... And stop giving booze to Eep.
Vincent (to Mouse): Awwww. Y not? He's not driving home & he gets so relaxed & smiley when he's tipsy. Plus, then he starts complimenting U.
Eep (to Mouse): No. That is a BAD idea. Or a good one. I'm not sure.
Mouse (to Vincent): because, he's supposed to be working. (to Eep) Awww, you're drunk...
Vincent (to Mouse): Oops
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Yeeeah.
