Mouse (to Vincent): I agree, mornings should be illegal.
Vincent (to Mouse): Amen! There's a school of thought I think we can all agree on. ;} I meant 2 mention, U kicked quite a club-full of ass last nite.
Mouse (to Vincent): Thank you! I think I deejayed myself into a coma. I feel like I ran a marathon.
Vincent (to Mouse): Tell me abt it. I'm utterly destroyed! I woke up frm a sound sleep at 5:30 am to find I'd collapsed on my chaise lounge. Every light in my apt was on, and I was still fully dressed: boots, kilt, sock garters... the whole 9! We must have depleted our entire reserve of awesome.
Mouse (to Vincent): Yeah, I hope I can repeat it tonight. :-)
Vincent (to Mouse): Of course U can. U need 2 show that dried husk of a crone what a real DJ looks like.
Mouse (to Vincent): I think it was simply one of the best crowds we have ever had in there. I don't even know what became of Eep... I think I dropped him off at his place, but I could have been dreaming.
Vincent (to Mouse): U must have been tired. Have U heard frm Mr. Gloomy Gus yet 2day?
Mouse (to Vincent): No, he's either still asleep or at his day job.
Vincent (to Mouse): Frm the chatter I heard @ the bar, a goodly portion were there b/c they heard U wld be back behind the turntables.
Mouse (to Vincent): Awww, they actually missed me, that's nice to hear.
Vincent (to Mouse): Apparently, Sasha was spreading the word covertly. Seems he pulls U off DJ duty 2 create demand as much as 2 placate Satanica.
Mouse (to Vincent): He is a sneaky, clever one.
Vincent (to Mouse): Indeed. I'll have 2 remind myself of that every time I find myself wondering how he & Satanica cld possibly B related. Which reminds me, nxt time she's being a pouty drama queen, call her Inga. Sasha did it last nite when she kept getting behind the bar. SUCH a pain. She stomped away w/o a word. Satanica! Silent!
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh my god, that's her real name!?! I had no idea, I'll have to remember that.
Vincent (to Mouse): Believe me, the entire bar staff was in quite a tizzy ovr the info. Except 4 Eep that is. He didn't care at all. Party pooper.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, that's not surprising at all. :-)
Vincent (to Mouse): Course, he was in a MOOD all nite. Guess it's not surprising given the circumstances. Just when I thought we were Creep free.
Mouse (to Vincent): Huh, what!?! What circumstances? Did something happen?
Vincent (to Mouse): Eep didn't tell you?! The Creep was at the club last nite. There 2 see Satanica apparently.
Mouse (to Vincent) Well, that explains why she was acting all haughty to me.
Vincent (to Mouse): Ugh. She's such an INGA.
Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee... I am so going to call her by her real name the next time she acts like that to me.
Vincent (to Mouse): Darling, I'm going to make Inga a derogatory term. As in, don't be such an Inga.
Mouse (to Vincent): I like it!
A few hours later:
Mouse (to Eep): Hey, how are you doing, today? I'm sorry I was such a zombie last night, I was exhausted.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I could tell. You dropped me off at the wrong apartment complex.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, I did!?! I am so so sorry. I was literally on autopilot. Now, I feel terrible.
Eep (to Mouse): Don't feel bad. I was only 3 blocks from home. If was a problem, I would have said something.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I'm glad I didn't drop you off to far away.
Eep (to Mouse): You were exhausted and I don't mind walking. It helps me clear my head sometimes.
Mouse (to Eep): I think I was so buzzed from the crowd that as soon as I was done deejaying, I just needed to sleep. So, did something happen last night? Vincent said you were in a mood. I apparently was being a terrible girlfriend & oblivious.
Eep (to Mouse): You mean you were too busy and tired to notice my usually cheery self was quiet and sullen? Yes. You are the worst girlfriend ever. Kidding, by the way. :p
Mouse (to Eep): Well, you don't have to rub it in. :-P So, what happened?
Eep (to Mouse): Well, um, Asher was kinda at the bar last night. He kept harassing Vincent, and Jules didn't realize that anything was wrong, cause A LOT of people hit on Vincent, which is like a whole other level of disturbing. So,um, I kinda told him to leave your brother alone or I was gonna make him leave.
Mouse (to Eep): Really!?!
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah.
Mouse (to Eep): Wow... I'm in shock.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Me too, I think.
Mouse (to Eep): So, did he say anything?
Eep (to Mouse): Um. Yeah. Not at first, though. He pretended he didn't know who I was.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh. That doesn't sound good.
Eep (to Mouse): It's ok. I mean, I'm ok. I think I shocked him. It's hard to tell with that creep. He's fucking... I dunno. I can't read him. Him "not knowing" me kinda pissed me off. Like a lot. Uh, I kinda strong armed him into a corner and, um, screamed at him.
Mouse (to Eep): Wow, so you actually confronted him? Wow... I'm proud of you.
Eep (to Mouse): Um. Yeah. I guess I did. Kinda. I think I was expecting it to be more dramatic. Or at least to feel more relieved or something. I dunno.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I'm sorry I was too busy with working to not notice that you were having to deal with that and then, that driving mixup... I feel like I should make it up to you somehow. How about tomorrow night's dinner, I will make you whatever you want?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. No, it's OK. Though, I won't say no to dinner. He, uh, he said something that I can't stop thinking about... I kinda unloaded on him. I didn't mean to. I almost couldn't stop. He didn't say anything while I was yelling, but after I was done, he just said that he kept me alive, fed, clothed, housed and that he never kept me there.
Mouse (to Eep): Wow... I really need to learn a better word. I really don't know what to say. If you were here, I'd give you a hug.
Eep (to Mouse): It's ok. I don't know what to think about it. Heh.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I make it my solemn duty to distract you from tormenting yourself tonight. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): That could be a full time job.
Mouse (to Eep): I think I can handle it.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, the pay sucks, but I can offer competitive boyfriend benefits.
Mouse (to Eep): Excellent! For my first act of distraction, come over here to the DJ booth.
Eep (to Mouse): Um. Ok.
Vincent (to Mouse & Eep): What the hell R U 2 doing ovr there?
Mouse (to Vincent): I had a runaway CD, Eep was helping me find it. (to Eep) There! Did that help?
Eep (to Mouse): Uh. Yeah. Wow. Color me distracted.
Vincent (to Mouse): Uh huh. That's Y Eep's face was bright red when he walked back 2 the bar.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh that? I just showed him what I had on. I told him I would distract him from his moodiness. I'm hoping it worked. :-)
Vincent (to Mouse): U R wicked. I like 2 think U learned it frm me. Well distract him just a little less. We're swamped up here.
Mouse (to Vincent): Sure, I learned it from you... I actually have no idea where he has disappeared to, he's not over here.
Vincent (to Eep): Where R U hiding? I need some help ovr here.
Eep (to Vincent): Um. Be there in a second. Hopefully. (to Mouse) If you get a chance, could you walk over to the men's room and rescue me? I'm kinda trapped. Satanica saw me talking to Asher last night, and she's not taking fuck off as an answer. I'm hiding out. Also, I think she figured out that we're dating.
Mouse (to Eep): oh god, I'll be right there. (to Vincent): He's trapped by Satanica.
Vincent (to Mouse): She's such an Inga.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh my, I think I just made Satanica cry...
Vincent (to Mouse): I feel like I SHOULD feel bad abt that... And yet I don't.
Mouse (to Vincent): well, at least Eep is free to return to work... And Sasha looks pissed.
Vincent (to Mouse): Uh oh. Well, 2nite's crowd shld remind him Y U belong behind those turntables.
Eep (to Mouse): God. Thank you, by the way. Sorry.
Mouse (to Eep): No worries, I actually feel pretty good that I told Satanica off... Of course, tomorrow I might feel differently.
Eep (to Mouse): Looks like it's that kinda week. Wanna be surly together tonight or do you wanna head home?
Mouse (to Eep): Let's be surly together, that's always better.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Sounds good to me. God knows that I could use some better company tonight than SATANICA.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, it's nice to know that I'm better company...
Eep (to Mouse): God. That is so not even a comparison. I love you. I was hiding in the bathroom from Satanica.
Mouse (to Eep): It's okay, I was just teasing & I love you, too. Now, let's get the hell out of here.
