Mouse (to Eep): So, how's your day going, sexy?
Eep (to Mouse): Well, I'm sitting on my ass in a yogurt shop trying to convince myself not to set this hat on fire. So, could be worse.
Mouse (to Eep): So, just a normal, average Sunday? :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Humiliation? Contemplated arson? Yep. Pretty much how I spent every Sun my whole life. Only I'm at work and not in a church. So at least I'm getting paid.
Mouse (to Eep): I could call and wake up Vincent. We could come & get yogurt... wait, no. bad idea. forget I suggested it.
Eep (to Mouse): Pffft! If Vincent saw me in this shirt he'd tell me he had to lie down with a cool cloth to recover from my fashion nightmare.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, you seemed to be handling yourself better behind the bar last night, so I'm sure Sasha will offer you more hours. And, judging by how empty the dancefloor has been, I should be back in the booth soon, so I won't distract you back there. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Sasha will appreciate not getting any more of his glasses smashed, I'm sure. And I know you'll be happier behind the booth. It was nice spending so much time with you at work, but, um, yeah. Working in cramped quarters with you was a bit distracting. Course, then I'm left with VINCENT.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, Bastian & Delia will be there, too. Delia told me the other day that she's planning on being back to work this weekend. So, I'm hoping that means I'll be spinning or sadly, I'll have the weekend off.
Eep (to Mouse): Yikes. We'll hope for spinning then. I can't imagine Sasha'd keep only letting that other DJ play. She sucks ass!
Mouse (to Eep): Awww, that's sweet of you to say. But, she's his sister, this is all par for the course, It happens about every 6 months or so.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. OH! THAT'S what she meant. Well, that certainly explains some things.
Mouse (to Eep): Huh? What explains it? I'm confused.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um. Nothing, really. Just something weird she said to me last Friday.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, really? Now, I'm intrigued.
Eep (to Mouse): I think it was. I'd just assumed she was crazy and delusional. Her being Sasha's sister makes more sense, I guess. I mean, I STILL think she's crazy and delusional.
Mouse (to Eep): Did she proposition you?
Eep (to Mouse): Um. Yeah. Kinda. She said that she could see to it that I got more hours. And then she said some stuff I'd rather not repeat. Or think about ever, EVER again. She does this sort of shit a lot, I'm guessing.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah... When Vincent started working there, she said some stuff to him that made him blush at the time.
Eep (to Mouse): VINCENT?!? Although, to be honest, I can believe it. I think she could make my brothers blush. And they're disgusting pigs.
Mouse (to Eep): Sasha actually keeps her on a pretty tight rein most of the time, but occasionally he has do something to appease her. He's been trying to get her to retire or do something else, but she likes the attention.
Eep (to Mouse): God. No fucking kidding. I had to develop Satanica sense when I was working the door. If I was turned even slightly in her direction, she'd be bending over, ass in the air in a heartbeat.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, I'm sorry.
Eep (to Mouse): It's alright. It was only shocking and horrible the first 30 or 40 times it happened. It's still better than the Yog Hut. There's no hat for one. Course, I never ended up HALF NAKED at the Yog Hut...
Mouse (to Eep): Well, you really need to stop listening to Vincent about your wardrobe, especially if he says that this is the "uniform" or "required". Though, I shouldn't really complain... I happened to like looking at you.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um. Heh. Thanks. I kinda guessed that. Based on your, um... How you, uh... There's no way to say this that isn't awkward. And it's not YOU I mind, it's more like everyone else. I don't know how you manage to look as good as you do all the time without feeling like you want to crawl in a hole and die.
Mouse (to Eep): Ummm, I'll tell you a little secret. I often do want to hide, but I just fake it. I think of it as a performance & simply a role. Besides, I think you have nothing to be ashamed of, I always think you look handsome.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um. Thanks. So, in order to be confident in myself, I have to pretend to be someone else. Heh. Sounds about right. Heh. I have no idea what else to say. Guess we can't all be a pumped full of confidence as Vincent. It's what keeps the world in balance, I guess.
Mouse (to Eep): And, thank goodness for that... a world full of Vincents would be terrifying. I love my brother but I'm grateful there's only one. Oh, on a slightly more personal topic. Are you interested in doing dinner & movie, tonight?
Eep (to Mouse): That sounds pretty damn good to me. Are you offering to cook?
Mouse (to Eep): Of course! In the mood for anything particular or is it chef's choice?
Eep (to Mouse): Chef's choice! You haven't steered me wrong yet. Heh. I'd better watch out or you're going to make me fat!
Mouse (to Eep): heehee, I'll bear that in mind. Oh, did you talk over the apartment thing more with the roomies?
Eep (to Mouse): Hey, can I ask you a really weird question? It's not personal or anything. Um... Or maybe it is. I'm not sure.
Mouse (to Eep): Of course, what is it? I think you're allowed to ask personal questions, weird or otherwise.
Eep (to Mouse): About the apt: I asked if they wanted to see it this week, and they do. Is Tues OK? I'm off from Yog Hut. I still can't tell how Robert feels about the whole thing. We'll see, I guess.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, Tuesday is fine. And, just so you know, if you guys decide not to take it, it's ok.
Eep (to Mouse): OK. Weird question time. I'm stalling cause I feel really odd asking. Um, what was Vincent like when he was younger?
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, wow... I was not expecting that. Well, you have to remember that I've only known him since he was 15...
Eep (to Mouse): My pop called when he was over "helping" me pick out my outfit Fri. We started talking and he said his dad broke his wrist?
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, his father was apparently an asshole. When he showed up on my doorstep, he had a broken wrist & a few bruises. He was a bit quiet at first. But, once he realized that he was safe & that we were family, he started coming out of his shell.
Eep (to Mouse): Huh. I have such a hard time correlating that with the Vincent I know. Guess I just didn't know him as well as I thought.
Mouse (to Eep): Was there something specific you wanted to know?
Eep (to Mouse): No. Not really. I don't think so. It's just that it feels like once I think I have a handle on him, he throws me off kilter.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, he really doesn't like to talk about his past and he does enjoy putting people off kilter, especially you.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Tell me about it. Also, AND NEVER TELL HIM THIS, I have a real hard time imagining anyone ever hitting Vincent. He's OBNOXIOUS, but he's so fucking harmless.
Mouse (to Eep): I get the impression from some of the things he's said over the years, that his dad was homophobic.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, I guess that last part isn't true. I CAN imagine someone hitting someone else smaller and harmless. People are dicks.
Mouse (to Eep): If I remember correctly, wasn't he kinda stalking you when you first met? It's a weird way to make friends. But, it seems to strangely work for him.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yeah. He kinda was. He ran into me at a bus stop one day and wouldn't stop talking my ear off. He kept going out of his way to talk to me and Wanda and Robert. I dunno. He's good with people, I guess.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, that sounds about right... I remember him coming home & telling me all about his new friends.
A few hours later:
Vincent (to Mouse): Sweetie, R U busy?
Mouse (to Vincent): Eep & I are just watching a movie... what's up?
Vincent (to Mouse): I don't suppose U got into a fight w/ Poppy 2day, did U?
Mouse (to Vincent): No, I haven't spoken to her. Why?
Vincent (to Mouse): I was afraid of that.
Mouse (to Vincent): Is something the matter? Or is it just the usual bit of Poppy insanity?
Vincent (to Mouse): Nothing's wrong, per say. I'm just a touch confused by her behavior of late. Do U think she has stronger feelings 4 me more than she's letting on?
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, since you asked so directly... Yes. Yes, I do. I was trying to tell you that the other night. Heck, I wasn't quite sure she had any emotions until I started paying attention to her mood swings. Then it made sense.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh. Oh dear.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm probably going to regret asking this, but do you two ever just talk or is it always perv chicken?
Vincent (to Mouse): No I suppose we don't. We had a brief conversation abt keeping it cas when she drove me 2 the airport the 1st time I went 2 NYC & I asked her the other nite if she wanted 2 B exclusive. She said she didn't... Oh. No! That's not what she said. She said she didn't mind me seeing other ppl unless I wanted 2 B exclusive. Oh dear.
Mouse (to Vincent): Wow... I'm actually surprised she made the attempt to talk to you about it. If she wasn't so mean to me all of the time, I'd actually feel sorry for the girl.
Vincent (to Mouse): I feel like a cad.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh no, you haven't... Wait... Yeah, You have been toying with her a bit. Oh my, she's your hag.
Vincent (to Mouse): That's not funny. OK, it's a little bit funny, but generally speaking, 1 doesn't sleep w/ 1's hag.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh, I beg to differ... I know a few people who have done so, generally while under the influence of alcohol & loneliness. I'm sorry for joking, I was just trying to make light of an awkward situation.
Vincent (to Mouse): No, no. It's alright. And once again, I find myself acting like less than a gentleman.
Mouse (to Vincent): You're both so busy trying to outshine, out perv each other, it's no wonder it took this long to see it. I think you might need to have an actual heart to heart with Poppy. But, first you may want to figure out how you feel.
Vincent (to Mouse): Hmmm. That I do. I'm going 2 have some hard thinking 2 do. How dreadful.
Mouse (to Vincent): Little brother, in case I haven't said it to you recently... I'm really proud of you. You've gone through a lot these last few weeks & you've managed to come out better for it. I'm glad to know you. That was probably way mushier than I intended, but I meant it, so there.
Vincent (to Mouse): Well... Thank U, sweetie. I needed 2 hear that, I do believe. I haven't been the most drama-free of company lately. Of course, am I ever? There's plenty of time 2 B boring once ur dead. ;}
Mouse (to Vincent): And, sometimes not even then. :-P
Vincent (to Mouse): God willing! I can only hope that I continue 2 B fascinating even in death.
Mouse (to Vincent): On that note, it's time for me to say goodnight. Sleep sweet, little brother... I'll talk to you tomorrow.
Vincent (to Mouse): Mmmm. See U then, elder sister. Love U. Thank U 4 listening 2 me 2nite. I needed a sympathetic soul.
