via CHATTER:
mousethedj: Sorry, I had to cut our coffee date short. Not that you really seemed to mind with your attention taken up by the new guy.
TerminalVincent: Don't worry ur pretty head. I'll make sure U make it up 2 me l8r. Bsides, I had company. :}
mousethedj: I've gotten quite used to getting up from the table & coming back to discover you have an admirer. So, who is he?
TerminalVincent: Wasn't he divine? I believe I convinced him 2 visit me @ Drac's Daughter soon. I'm thinking assless chaps R in order.
mousethedj: I don't really think Sasha's going to let you wear only chaps behind the bar... health code, you know. little brother, that you are not known for your modesty.
TerminalVincent: I'd B more modest if I had reason 2 B. :-P Boo! Sasha wouldn't know a health code if it slapped him on the ass and called him Sue. Oh pshaw, like I haven't had to shoo away my share of intrigued young things from ur DJ booth.
mousethedj: Yes, it's true, many fellows check me out, it's kinda part of the job. But I'm never interested in any of them. They're generally there because of Satanica & her breasts…
TerminalVincent: Ooo. 2 true. I'm not 1 2 encourage modesty in pretty young things, but Satanica is neither young nor pretty.
mousethedj: heehee. I'm sure Sasha just made up the dress code just to upset you and your fashion sense.
TerminalVincent: I wouldn't put it past him. He claims my dress makes him "uncomfortable." It's not MY fault I'm the sex. Anyhoo, let me dish on the delish blond dish. His name is Asher & he's returned here from parts unknown. He went 2 school here, apparently. That's as much info as I got B4 he started flattering me.
mousethedj: Well, clearly he thought you were of interest…
TerminalVincent: It's so hard 2 stop some1 when all he keeps telling U how sexy U R. Hard 2 argue as well. Oh. And sister dear, U can self depreciate w/ some other lad. I C all the gentlemen that give U the 1ce ovr. Esp when U wear those pleather pants. Oooo! Wear those nxt time U DJ & Eep works. Boy won't know what 2 do w/ himself! U should have seen him sneaking glances @ U all nite. It was the most. Adorbz. EVAR.
mousethedj: lol, that's good to know. I'm not sure I should be taking fashion advice from you, though. Every time I looked to check on Eep he seemed very focused with whatever he was doing. Are you messing with me?
TerminalVincent: Oh U 2 R just 2 cute 2 stand. I'm not messing w/ U darling. He was being very careful not 2 let U catch him looking. 4 some reason, he ignored me completely all nite. It's as tho he only had eyes 4 1 person there. I can't imagine WHO. Also, U can insult my intelligence or belittle my character, but NVR imply I'm anything less than a stellar dresser. It's just not tru.
mousethedj: I would never stoop so low as to insult your style... just not many folks can pull it off as well as you can.
TerminalVincent: 2 tru. 2 tru.
A short time later, Eep's phone rings and he sees that it's Mouse. "Hey Eep! In case, I didn't say it last night. Thank you for the empanadas, they were wonderful."
"Heh. I'm glad you liked them. I'll have to make them properly one day. Empanadas are the best with homemade crust. They just take all damn day."
"Well, maybe you can teach me how to make them sometime?"
"Um, sure. If spending all day in the kitchen with me, sounds like fun to you. I'll have to actually figure out the recipe and measurements and stuff. I just always throw things in there by feel."
"Actually spending a day in the kitchen with you does sound like fun... two of my favorite things. You don't have to figure out the recipe, I never really use them."
"Ha! Oh thank God! I've been making these since I was 15, and I bake them on total autopilot most times."
"I can actually figure out the recipe and write it down for you, while you make it, if you want."
"Nah. You don't have to do that. I like making them this way. It's how I learned. You're the only one who's ever wanted to learn how to make them. Most people just want me to make empanadas for them."
"Sorry, it's my inner cook. I like learning new things to make."
"It's, um, it's nice. It's my mom's recipe, so... It feels, um, like I'm introducing you to her. I guess? Does that make sense?"
"Oh gosh, I didn't realize... I feel like an idiot now, I'm sorry."
"No! No. No. Don't feel like that. I'm not saying this right. I'm making it sound WAY more cheesy and weird than it is. It's just... I dunno. Nice, I guess. Like, really nice. God, I'm not explaining this right. Fuck. Look, please don't feel like an idiot."
"I'm sorry, I'm not good about family stuff."
"Yeah. Me either. Heh. Yeah. Um, I really like making them for people I like."
"I'm glad you shared them with me & it's sweet to know that it's your mom's recipe."
"And I feel like the biggest dick for dropping a Drama Bomb on you. I didn't mean to get weird there."
"No, it was fine. I'm glad you felt comfortable to say that stuff to me. Can I tell you something & you promise not to be weird about it?"
"I can promise to be no weirder than usual."
"Well, I think you're wonderful and I like you a lot. And, I feel very lucky to have met you. Cheesy, I know, but I wanted to say it."
"Oh. Um. Wow. That's... I, uh, I don't know what to say. Just, uh... Thank you. I, um, I'm really glad I met you too. Really. I like you too... I feel lucky as hell that Vincent introduced us. Which is something I NEVER thought I would say."
"Awww, are we going be one of those sickeningly sweet couples?"
"Oh, oh God. I hope not. I'm pretty sure I would die from an irony-induced aneurism."
"I'm not usually this sappy, I swear."
"Me either, I PROMISE. I'm not usually this HAPPY. It's bizarre. In fact, most people tell me I'm creepy if I smile too much."
"I like your smile... What are your plans for the evening?"
"Aside from sitting here like a dope with an idiot grin plastered on my face? Nothin."
"Do you want some company?"
"Yeah. Actually, I would love some!"
"I'll head over then."
"I'd like that. I'll see you soon."
