Eep (to Mouse): I don't know that adorable is how I'd describe it. I still say Otto's just trying to lull me into a false sense of security.
Mouse (to Eep): You are such a grumblepuss... and, I was going to bring you some cookies that I just made, now I'm not so sure.
Eep (to Mouse): Hey! My mood might improve with cookies and a visit from a pretty lady. Besides, most guys wouldn't describe themselves as adorable. You've been spending too much time with your brother. :p
Mouse (to Eep): I'll go find one to bring you the cookies. :-P Oh... right... How about you're the manliest man that ever lived & not adorable at all? And, I didn't mean that you looked adorable, I thought the situation was, but clearly I have no idea how to speak man.
Eep (to Mouse): Now who's being difficult? Heh. I'm just teasing you. Sorry. I'm not insulted by my girlfriend calling me adorable. Honest.
Mouse (to Eep): Umm, I'm guessing it's me? So, are you at your place?
Eep (to Mouse): Actually at the dread day job right now. I'm here til 5. This is the last week I work normal hours. And don't worry. I'm a pretty shitty guy, so you're inability to talk to men hasn't even been noticed.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sorry I was being overly sensitive about the picture. I've been stressing about finding a co-DJ & a phonecall I had yesterday. I'm on my way over to your work with cookies. I need them out of my house or I'm going to eat them all.
Eep (to Mouse): It's fine. Really. And I'll be more than happy to rid you of any of your unwanted cooking or baking. Is everything OK?
Mouse (to Eep): The DJ thing will work itself out... in the meantime I just need to work on more mixes & be prepared to deejay all night alone. And I'm just being an idiot about my ex coming into town. The only reason I even know is because his Mom called & mentioned it. I'd almost rather it was Greg.
Eep (to Mouse): Ah. This is the ex that you burned the pictures of. Why would his mom call you? That's just... creepy.
Mouse (to Eep): Umm, because he's Izzy's brother and, I don't think she knows we don't speak.
A Short time later:
Mouse (to Eep): So, do you like the cookies?
Eep (to Mouse): Sorry. Couldn't answer your questions right away. Trying to cram cookies in face. They're awesome!
Mouse (to Eep): I'm glad you like them. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Hey, um, did you mention that you used to date Izzy's brother to me before? Did I forget this? How big a dick am I right now?
Mouse (to Eep): No, I'm probably the dick. I don't think I mentioned it to you because I didn't want to have to explain. I was a bit embarrassed.
Eep (to Mouse): You're not a dick. And you don't have to explain anything to me. Besides, considering the STUPID shit I've done in my life, I really can't make judgments. :p
Mouse (to Eep): I felt weird about it. I mean, the only guy I ever actually dated for any length of time was my best friend's older brother. And, it didn't end very well...
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. You don't have to tell me about people from your past that humiliate you. And now he's gonna be in town. Shit! That sucks. I'm sorry. Hey! Maybe Asher AND your ex will show up and then we can both hide in a corner.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, that would be fabulous. Do you think I can deejay under the booth?
Eep (to Mouse): It will require a complex system of pulleys, but I think it can be done.
Mouse (to Eep): A pulley system would be great for bringing me drinks, too. I'm not sure if Sasha would go for it. Well, I'm hoping that after his show on Friday, Ryan doesn't come to the club.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, if he does show, and Sasha says no to the pulleys, I know a great spot behind an A/C unit in an alley where you can hide. God, that was totally fucking humiliating. Just an entire fuckload.
Mouse (to Eep): Thanks... and you can deejay while I hide. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Oh Lord. That would be a disaster waiting to happen. Wanda & Robert won't let me pick the CD on a car ride.
Mouse (to Eep): They probably don't want to arrive to their destination all tear-stained & mopey. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yeah. That IS true.
Mouse (to Eep): I could make you a CD for driving with Wanda & Robert...
Eep (to Mouse): Would this be a good CD that they will enjoy or an awesome CD that I will enjoy (that they will hate)?
Mouse (to Eep): All for you, baby. :-) Sorry, I just realized I'm halfway through this bottle of champagne.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um. Heh. I feel like I should start drinking so I can keep up with you.
Mouse (to Eep): You can, if you'd like. However, if you're going to be at your place that just seems weird.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh yeah. Um. We could, you know, drink together. If you want. Or I could just see you tomorrow.
Mouse (to Eep): Why are you even asking? Get over here! Unless, you want to wait until tomorrow...
Eep (to Mouse): I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to see you tonight. :p I couldn't get a ride, so I'm walking. Almost there.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh good, I'll wait to finish off this bottle until you get here...
Eep (to Mouse): Is that a promise or a threat. How do I know you're not trying to get me drunk to take advantage of me?
Mouse (to Eep): I think the question should be do YOU want me to take advantage of you? And, do I really need to get you drunk first? ;-)
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Heh. Um, well, I'm here, so I guess you can find out yourself.
Mouse (to Eep): OH! I guess I should put some pants on... or not.
Eep (to Mouse): Um... maaaaybe?