An hour later:
Vincent: I think I may have actually died last nite. Clearly, I'm a zombie. Mouse, Eep R U 2 alive?
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm not sure if I'm alive, but I'm awake... I seem to be wearing someone's shirt... and a pair of boxers
Vincent (to Mouse): What do they look like? The boxers, that is. B/c I'm almost entirely sure these aren't my pants.
Mouse (to Vincent): They're slightly silky & black with skulls on them.
Vincent (to Mouse): Well they're not mine. I... I don't seem 2 B WEARING my knickers, but those R not mine. I wld start the search for my underthings but that wld involve getting up off ur couch. I don't know if I can do that just yet.
Mouse (to Vincent): Umm... I found your knickers... I think Eep's wearing them. Did we switch clothes at some point? Oops, I think I made Eep mad... he just told me to fuck off... Even in his sleep he's surly.
Vincent (to Mouse): WHAT? How the hell did Eep get in my... I don't KNOW how he got in my unders. Why is it whenever anything interesting happens, I'm 2 drunk 2 remember?
Mouse (to Vincent): Umm, I hate to ask, but are you wearing my underthings?
Vincent (to Mouse): I think I'm wearing ur pants. No top on tho, so I'm of no help there.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, I'm sure it'll turn up... gee, I really wish I could remember what happened... or maybe I should be grateful I don't. I'm going to make the treacherous, long journey to the kitchen to make coffee and food... any requests?
Vincent (to Mouse): Coffee, pls, darling. I'm afraid 2 try anything else.
Mouse (to Vincent): Alrighty, coffee it is... I'm going to get up... here I go.
Vincent (to Mouse): I'm sure we'll remember whenever it's the least convenient. That's how it uslly works. Good God, my head…
Mouse (to Vincent): Very true... I found your shirt & Eep's glasses in the refrigerator. Coffee is about ready, I'll bring you some.
Eep (to Mouse): Hey. Um did I tell you to fuck off this morning?
Mouse (to Eep): Ummm, yeah... but, it was okay I was trying to figure out why I was wearing boxers...
Eep (to Mouse): Oh fuck. Sorry! I wasn't quite awake and my head was pounding. Um, speaking of that. What the fuck have I got ON?
Mouse (to Eep): Apparently, you're wearing Vincent's underthings. I've got your glasses here in the kitchen, they were in the fridge. I've got your boxers & shirt on... do you remember what the hell happened last night?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh God. Um, kinda? Oh. Oh. God. Just, uh, tell me you didn't have batteries in your camera. Please. Even if you're lying. I really need to believe this.
Mouse (to Eep): Ummm, I'm not sure... in fact, I don't know where it is. Do I even want to know? (to Vincent) Strange question... have you seen my camera?
Eep (to Mouse): I don't think *I* want to know. I vaguely remember debating who could fit into whose clothes. Speaking of which, um, can I have my boxers back. These, uh... whatever the fuck they are, these really don't fit all that well.
Vincent (to Mouse): Not yet. I wld look 4 it, but I fear that wld require moving. I don't think I'm up 2 that yet...
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, yeah, of course I'm heading back with breakfast & coffee with a brief stop in living room to give Vincent his shirt & his coffee.
A few hours later:
Poppy: ¿Qué? ¿Quí? ¿Dónde? That's it, no more watching Spanish "films" all night long.
Eep (to Poppy): ¿Qué estás diciendo? ¿Qué coño estás diciendo?
Poppy (to Eep): Gasté el reloj nocturno pornografía española... que es lo que digo.
Eep (to Poppy): ¡Aye! No quería que lo supieras.
Poppy (to Eep); Uno de ellos fue muy interesante. Había uno llamó El Descenso de Civilización. Tuvo a un actor que se pareció a usted en ello. Well, you did ask.
Eep (to Poppy): Ha ha. Very funny. Yeah. You're hilarious.
Poppy (to Eep): Oh actually, that was my mistake, it was just translated into spanish. Did I miss something, honey? I wasn't joking... but, then again I'm not really good at the humor thing.
Eep (to Poppy): You... You aren't kidding about seeing that Decline of Civilization flick? Where the FUCK did you see it?
Poppy (to Eep): Honey, I bought it from a video store... they didn't have an english version available, but I thought, 'any port in a storm'.
Eep (to Poppy): ... Fuck.
Poppy (to Eep): Oh honey, why the sudden fascination with porn? Is Mouse just not doing it for you? I can send you a copy, if you want.
Eep (to Poppy): Yeah. You're the only one with an interest. I don't wanna or NEED to see that shit. Oh and fuck you, by the way.
Poppy (to Vincent): Could you please tell Eep to redirect his anger at his father where it belongs? (to Eep) Well, you're boring and I'm fun. I'm going back to whatever the hell I'm supposed to be doing.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ignore him. He's in a mood b/c he woke up hung ovr & in my knickers. What's he giving U a hard time abt, sweet?
Poppy (to Vincent): Apparently, I watched a film dubbed in Spanish that had an actor that looked like him in it & he got all upset.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. My. Were there togas in it?
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, there was. Are you going to get all huffy with me, too?
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh no. Of course not. It explains Y Eep's pouting however.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh my, now I feel terrible. I really didn't mean to say something wrong.
Mouse (to Poppy): What the hell did you say to Eep?
Poppy (to Mouse): Oh geez, honey, not you too! I swear I don't know why he's in such a tizzy. (to Eep) I'm sorry if I said something to upset you, honey... I honestly wasn't trying to... that time.
Eep (to Poppy): Did... Did you just apologize? Are you feeling OK? Ehhhhh... Look, I thought you were trying to fuck with me. Sorry. Don't worry about it.
Poppy (to Eep): I've decided to turn a new leaf & try to be a bit nicer to you & Mouse. I've been getting a little too carried away. So, I'm sorry.
A couple hours later:
Mouse (to Eep): Are you feeling any better?
Eep (to Mouse): God. Yes. Finally. I think I may be hallucinating though. Poppy was to be nice to me.
Mouse (to Eep): Really? Umm, it could be a trap.
Eep (to Mouse): That was what I thought. Especially when she told me she saw that film I was in dubbed into Spanish. But, then she apologized...
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I hate to say it, but it could actually be possible.
Eep (to Mouse): Wait. What's possible?
Mouse (to Eep): That the film was dubbed into other languages and that she was really sorry... Stranger things have happened.
Eep (to Mouse): Shit. I didn't even think of that. God. I'm so glad I'm being humiliated in other languages. This has been a WEIRD fucking week. Poppy apologized... I woke up in Vincent's underwear...
Mouse (to Eep): I know... It was a pleasant view this morning. J So, I have a weird question... Did you ever sign a release form for that movie?
Eep (to Mouse): I, uh, I have no idea, honestly. There's a lot of that kinda don't remember. And I think the less we think about me in your brother's underpants, the BETTER.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I had a thought... I think you could get them to pull the movie from circulation with a letter from a lawyer.
Eep (to Mouse): REALLY? Wow. That would be... Wow.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, I spoke to my lawyer with hypothetical situation & he seemed to think that you had a case...
Eep (to Mouse): Huh. Woah. God, I... I have no idea how I would ever afford that. Fuck. Well... Long term goal.
Mouse (to Eep): umm, I could pay for it.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh God, no. I couldn't ask you to do that.
Mouse (to Eep): You're not asking, I'm offering... I have the money & if it would help to give you peace of mind, I'll happily do it.
Eep (to Mouse): That is... That is WAY more than generous, and, uh, I so fucking appreciate it. But, um, that could be way expensive. Eddie makes PORN. I'm sure he has a shit ton of lawyers and probably deep pockets. I wouldn't be comfortable with that. But that's like the nicest thing someone has ever offered to do for me. Thank you, though.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, we actually had an idea about that... This was a project for college, right? A lot of art schools have waivers that give the rights of any projects created for the school to the school, so essentially the school actually owns the film. They might not be very happy that a project was used as porn & they're not getting any money.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Sick the school on them. Oh. Oh holy shit. THAT is genius.
Mouse (to Eep): Thank you, thank you... I wish I could take all the credit.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, you're smarter than I am. :p
Mouse (to Eep): I don't think that's true... I mean, you decided to date me, so clearly you're brilliant. :-p
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yeah. Clearly. Uh... You never found your camera, did you?
Mouse (to Eep): oh yeah, it was hiding behind a pillow on the couch... I had gotten distracted & never looked at it. Should I just delete all the photos or should I look at them?
Eep (to Mouse): DELETE.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, shit... I can't, there's some photos that I need on there... So far there's nothing that bad... OH MY!
Eep (to Mouse): God. Do I even want to know what you found?
Mouse (to Eep): Um, it's you... ALL OF YOU ala myspace.
Eep (to Mouse): And you deleted it, right. Right? Please, PLEASE tell me you deleted it...
Mouse (to Eep): well, I was thinking of printing it out & keeping it in my bedstand... no, of course I deleted it. I do not leave any type of incriminating material around my house, Vincent's my brother.
Eep (to Mouse): I think it's official. I am NEVER allowed to drink that much with you two again.
Mouse (to Eep): Aww, if it makes you feel better, you might have a naughty picture on your phone.
Eep (to Mouse): I have what now?
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, I seem to recall sending you a photo to your phone last night... I should apologize, I think I thought I was being sexy... It's probably terrible.
Eep (to Mouse): No. No. It's... uh... I, uh, I... Yeah.
Mouse (to Eep): God, I'm so sorry. I have never, ever done that kind of thing before. I'm incredibly embarrassed.
Eep (to Mouse): Um. Trust me. I'm NOT complaining. But, I'll delete it if you want me to.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... Ummm, I don't know what to say...
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I never know what to say,
Mouse (to Eep): I'll leave the deleting it or keeping it to you. Just don't tell me... Or my brother... Or anyone...
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. NO. That would be... Oh God. Yeah. No. And, as much as it pains me, I'm gonna delete this. The last thing I need is for Vincent to fucking find it on my phone somehow.
Mouse (to Eep): That's probably for the best... Besides, we could probably recreate it anytime, you'd like. ;-)
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um. Kay.
Mouse (to Eep): oh god, I think I need to shut up right now.
Eep (to Mouse): You, uh, don't HAVE to shut up.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm just feeling all sorts of embarrassed.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Shit! Sorry. Sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you. I was, uh...Well, um... Never mind. Sorry.
A few minutes later:
Mouse (to Eep): So, are you working at the club right now?
Eep (to Mouse): Yep. I'm behind the bar tonight. You'll be glad to know I haven't broken anything. Yet.
Mouse (to Eep): That's great... When you're done, do you wanna come over to my place?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah, sure. I promise to try to keep all my own clothes on this time.
Mouse (to Eep): aww, really?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh, um, unless you have a good reason I shouldn't.
Mouse (to Eep): I can actually think of a couple, but I don't want you to drop any glasses.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Heh. I'll see you soon, then.
