Mouse (to Vincent): Hey sweetie, do you have a minute to talk?
Vincent (to Mouse): Surely. What's up, dearheart?
Mouse (to Vincent): Umm, this is a bit awkward & I'm probably just freaking myself out for no reason... and, it's happened before but, I've never been dating anyone, so it never really concerned me. If I had a female friend that wasn't Wanda or Poppy, I'd talk to them, but you're honestly my best friend...
Vincent (to Mouse): Are U OK?
Mouse (to Vincent): I don't know how to say this... um, I'm late.
Vincent (to Mouse): Late? U don't mean what I think U mean? Do U?
Mouse (to Vincent): Um, yeah... I'm a little freaked. I mean, we've been very, very careful & taken every precaution, so I can't imagine that's it's anything, but ahhhh.
Vincent (to Mouse): OK. Calm down. U've been careful,so it's prob nothing. No need 2 freak yet. How late R U?
Mouse (to Vincent): about 4 days... I was trying to decide if I should go get a test or simply wait a few more days. I mean, this has happened before and it usually works itself out... but, this is the first time while having a boyfriend. I'm sorry to throw this at you, but I really didn't know who else to talk to... and please don't say anything to anyone.
Vincent (to Mouse): Sweetie! This is what ur brother is 4. Deep breathes. I don't think there's a need 4 sturm und drang just yet.
Mouse (to Vincent): Yeah, you're probably right... this is just new territory for me. I'm sorry I'm acting like an idiot. You're right, I just needed to talk about it before my head exploded.
Vincent (to Mouse): Awwww, sweetie. Ur not being an idiot. I'd B worried 2. If it'll make U breath easier, I can pick up a pregnancy test 4 U. Bsides, it's not as tho I haven't been putting U thru the Drama Machine lately. No worries.
Mouse (to Vincent): No, that's okay, I'll take care of it. But, thank you for listening to me & helping me calm down. No prob, darling. Let me know if U need anything else.
Several hours later:
Mouse (to Vincent): Sweetie, can you bring a drink over to me at the booth? There's a gaggle of goths blocking my exit.
Vincent (to Mouse): Wouldn't a gaggle of goths be a murder? And should U B drinking? Really? (to Eep) Go tell ur woman not 2 drink.
Mouse (to Vincent): It's ok, false alarm... All is well in Mouseville.
Eep (to Vincent): Um, 1) I'm not telling "my woman" to do or not do anything. Fuck off. 2) why would I?
Mouse (to Vincent): Look, it's ok... Stop bugging Eep. (to Eep) Just ignore him, he's being weird.
Vincent (to Mouse): Whew. In that case, allow me 2 get U the biggest drink I can. Bartender's choice? I promise 2 let Bastian make it. ;p (to Eep) Nothing. No probs ovr here, stud.
Mouse (to Vincent): That sounds fabulous.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah he is. Understatement of the year. How are you doing? You seem to have gathered a mass of admirers over there.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm fine... Apparently my adoring fans are very happy that I'm back behind the decks.
Eep (to Mouse): Well after having to cope with Satanica, I'm not surprised.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, I don't think I've ever seen the dancefloor packed so early. It makes me so proud.
