Mouse (to Eep): I think I'm a little excited & nervous about you guys seeing the apartment today...
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Me too. I've been up since stupid o'clock this morning. I don't know why, but I am. Christ. Anyway, what time do you want us to show up?
Mouse (to Eep): Anytime works for me, the realtor that handles all the actual rental stuff has her office right down the street. I can give her a call & she can come down with the key and paperwork.
Eep (to Mouse): OK. OK. Sounds good. I'll see what time the roommates want to head out. Wanda's not up yet... so we're waiting on that. OK. It'll probably be this afternoon. I'll give you a head's up before we head over. I have no idea why I'm so nervous about this. Subject change time! How are you?
Mouse (to Eep): I'm good, I missed seeing you yesterday. I locked myself in my studio all day to listen to new music, and work on a few new mixes & before I realized it, it was late. How are you?
Eep (to Mouse): I'm fine. I, uh, missed you too. Heh. I didn't do anything interesting. I made food. I read. I made a little bit of progress on my painting.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, we probably needed a break for a day, it dawned on me this morning that we've seen each other everyday since we started dating. I don't want you to get bored with seeing me. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah, somehow I'm not too worried about getting bored with seeing you. But yeah, everyone needs a break sometimes. Shit! I need a break from myself from time to time.
Mouse (to Eep): I was going to say something clever & then I remembered that while I was working, I made you a mixed CD... totally dorky, right?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Totally dorky. And adorable. And flattering.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... um... wow... ok... I'm a little off kilter... and you think, you don't know how to talk to girls? ... ... ... Ok, I think I have my composure back... I find it hard to take compliments from people I actually like. It's weird, but true.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um. Sorry. I wasn't trying to... Um, this isn't one of those things I should apologize for, huh?
Mouse (to Eep): No, don't apologize, it was nice. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. OK. Not apologizing. I CAN be taught. I'm, um, I'm glad it was nice. Heh. God, I have NO IDEA what to say now.
Mouse (to Eep): heehee, it's ok. Did Sasha call you yesterday about hours? He said he was going to when I talked to him about my schedule.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh yeah. He did. Looks like I'll be getting a few more hours a week, so that's good news. No sleeping with Satanica involved. He, uh, said one thing that kinda freaked me out, though.
Mouse (to Eep): Really, what?
Eep (to Mouse): He said he hoped I lasted longer than the other barbacks that worked with Vincent. Should I be worried?
Mouse (to Eep): Oh that... I don't think you have anything to worry about. He tormented or hit on them a bit, basically typical Vincent stuff. I was actually a little worried that he had said something about us dating...
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Uh. Is that gonna be a problem, you think?
Mouse (to Eep): Probably not, but he often uses that excuse to stop Satanica from trying to date the staff. And, if he didn't say anything to you about it, then it's fine. I have worked there for a long time & have never caused any drama.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh, OK. Maybe it's don't ask, don't tell, don't make out in the bathroom. And he really doesn't have to institute a rule to keep the staff from dating Satanica.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, there goes my plan for this weekend. ;-)
Eep (to Mouse): Oh God! I hope you weren't thinking of the men's bathroom. Even as a joke, that's disgusting.
Mouse (to Eep): Gah, hell no, I've seen the men's room in the club. It's scary.
Eep (to Mouse): OK. Wanda is up and about. Finally. We're probably gonna head over in about 30 min. Um. Yeah.
Mouse (to Eep): Ok... I'll call Margaret & have her meet you there, so she can show you around. I'll just hide up here... like a big weirdo. :-)
Several hours later:
Eep (to Mouse): So. Um. I think that went well. I'm not sure. No one is saying anything just yet. Jesus! Why is this so nerve wracking?
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... maybe, they think it's weird? Is it weird?
Eep (to Mouse): I didn't think it was weird. I think... I think it's just a big upheaval. But it's a SUPER good deal for us. There's that. Wanda seemed excited.
Mouse (to Eep): I mean, I like the idea of you being closer, but I certainly don't want you to do it just because of me.
Eep (to Mouse): Welp. We'll have to see. Are we being all weird about this? We're being weird about this, aren't we?
Mouse (to Eep): Probably... Honestly, if we had been dating longer, I'd have just asked you to move in with me. But, I think it's too soon.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Uh. No. Yeah. You're absolutely right, but, um...
Mouse (to Eep): Sorry... Too much honesty?
Eep (to Mouse): No. No. It's just... Uh, I dunno. Um, I wouldn't want you to get sick of me or anything. I'm kinda not easy to live with.
Mouse (to Eep): I doubt I could get sick of you... But, I do like having my own space... Do you want your own apartment? :-p
Eep (to Mouse): Oh! I figured it out. You just want me close for late night booty calls.
Mouse (to Eep): yes, because my many years of celibacy & have now turned me into a raging nymphomaniac. :-p
Eep (to Mouse): Hey. Can't blame a guy for hoping.
Mouse (to Eep): Wait, are you okay with that? Because I could totally make that happen.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Uh... I don't know what to say to that.
Mouse (to Eep): you could just say okay & then, I'd come get you. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Um. OK? Shit. I didn't mean to make it sound like a question. I, uh... I, um, I just mean that I know it's only been one day... But, I wouldn't mind seeing you. Tonight. And, you say things like that and I get, uh, stupid, I guess. Yeah. Cause... Uh. Yeah.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot... I really need to get the perv taken out of my speech... I blame my brother.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Not really. I'm just an idiot. Most guys would give their eyeteeth to have a girlfriend who offered to practice nymphomania with him, not get all awkward.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I happen to like you because you're not like most guys.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Heh. Thank God for that.
Mouse (to Vincent): Sweetie, how are you doing? You've been awfully quiet today.
Vincent (to Mouse): I'm being pensive & thoughtful. It's TERRIBLE.
Mouse (to Vincent): Have you made any progress with your dilemma?
Vincent (to Mouse): Not a bit at all. I lk Poppy, truly do, but I don't know that I want an exclusive relationship w/ any1 at the mo. & altho she is charming, & altho she is nubile, & altho she has a body that shld B classified as a weapon in several states... I don't know how good she wld B at being a g/f.
Mouse (to Vincent): Do you have feelings for her?
Vincent (to Mouse): Of course I do. Despite what recent events may imply, I wouldn't have hooked up w/ her if I didn't have ANY feelings 4 her.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, I think the important question is do you want her to be?
Vincent (to Mouse): I think the better Q is do I want to B w/ her the way she wants 2 B w/ me? Or, seems to want 2 B w/ me.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, you could just talk to her... I mean, like an actual conversation and not all pervy.
Vincent (to Mouse): I know. It's a terrible prospect, isn't it?
Mouse (to Vincent): It is the gentlemanly thing to do. (to Eep) So, would you like company or should I hope to see you tomorrow?
Eep (to Mouse): If it's not too late for you, that is.
Vincent (to Mouse): Don't I know it? U don't think this will cause an issue w/ ur NYE gig if it all goes poorly? U realize I'm going 2 have 2 break it off w/ her if she wants something more serious than I. That might make working w/ her... Well, dreadful. Horribly dreadful.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm willing to risk it... besides it's not fair to her, if she thinks there's a chance for something more. (to Eep) I'll head your way in just a minute... Vincent is having "girl trouble".
Vincent (to Mouse): No. Ur rite. I'll admit I was hoping 2 avoid talking 2 her 4 a little while longer. I don't want 2 end up hurting her... It took her so long 2 actually warm up 2 me. But, NOT talking 2 her if she wants more is worse.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, the benefit of talking to her now is that she's off in NYC, so she can come to terms from a distance and, this may be simply a miscommunication.
Vincent (to Mouse): Vry tru. Let's hope so. Tho, I suppose looking the way I do, I'll have 2 come 2 terms w/ being a heart breaker sooner or later. I'll talk 2 her 2morrow.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'll have a bottle of gin on standby for you. :-)
Vincent (to Mouse): THANK U. I fear I may need it. I'll let U know how it goes. Thanks 4 listening, sweetie. I appreciate it. I know this all must bore U 2 tears. Head 2 bed. It's late. Of course, it's not THAT late. I'm sure a surly painter we both know is awake.
Mouse (to Vincent): No worries, that's what I'm here for... and with that resolved, I am off to meet up with the surly painter. :-)
Vincent (to Mouse): How did I guess. ;} Don't do anything I wouldn't approve of!
