Vincent (to Mouse): Of course! I promise not 2 bring any more Santa-themed horror movies this yr.
Mouse (to Vincent): Thank you. Oh and we are not watching 'Santa & the Ice Cream Bunny' either... unless I'm really drunk by then & don't care.
Vincent (to Mouse): Hee hee. Awwwww. Ur no fun. It's a holiday classic! Is ur BOYFRIEND going 2 join us? He might want 2 see it.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh god, you're probably right, he likes creepy ass stuff like that... we hadn't discussed holiday plans other than NYE yet.
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, I don't mind sharing the Potter Family Giftmas w/ Eep. (Esp if it means I get 2 watch the Ice Cream Bunny!)
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, if he joins us & wants to watch it... I am going to need more booze or hide out in the kitchen. :-P
Vincent (to Mouse): Never fear! We will keep U well liquored. :}
Eep (to Mouse): Oh wow. Thanks! Sorry I was kinda dead to the world this morning.
Mouse (to Eep): No worries, I didn't want to wake you in fear for my life. :-P I'm almost done with my errands. Are you heading home or staying at my place? Oh, and before I forget... Vincent just reminded me that I hadn't asked, ‘what are you doing for Christmas?’
Eep (to Mouse): Um, well, I should really get back to my apt and clean and pack. But somehow that doesn't sound as good as hanging out w/ you. I'm not sure what I'm doing for Christmas, actually.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I could pick you up and I could come help you pack... if you'd like? And, consider yourself invited to my place for our family Giftmas celebration, if you find yourself in need of somewhere to be. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): And, um, I'd appreciate help packing, but, uh... I'm not sure I want you to know what a slob I am. Heh.
Mouse (to Eep): It's not like I haven't seen your room before... or have you been shoving everything into your closet before I come over?
Eep (to Mouse): Well, there's a difference between seeing through it and digging through it. Heh. If it won't horrify you, I'd love some help.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm willing, besides I want to hang out with you, before we both have to work tonight & we can't really talk to each other.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, don't say you weren't warned. And, um, thanks for the Christmas invite.
Mouse (to Eep): Of course, you're invited to Christmas & any other holiday... I'm on my way back to pick you up, should be there in 15 minutes.
Eep (to Mouse): Sounds good. I owe you lunch when you get in.
Vincent (to Eep): U HAVE 2 come 2 Xmas w/ Mouse & I! 6 words Y it will B awesome: Santa & the Ice Cream Bunny.
Eep (to Vincent): What?
Vincent (to Eep): It's a movie & it's TERRIBLE. I think it might B the worst holiday-themed monstrosity that has evr been recorded on celluloid.
Eep (to Vincent): Oh. Wow. That sounds... Kinda like something I would totally watch.
Mouse (to Eep & Vincent): God, I knew it... I'm totally hiding in the kitchen. It is amazing & a bit terrifying that you two have such similar taste in movies.
Eep (to Mouse): I... I don't know how I feel about that. I take it you're not a fan of this movie.
Mouse (to Eep): I have a somewhat irrational hatred for rabbits... and that bunny freaks me out. But, since you haven't seen it, I'll deal. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Well, if you have any horrible holiday movies you want to afflict on me in revenge, feel free. :p
Mouse (to Eep): Watch out, I may take you up on that offer...
Eep (to Mouse): Uh oh...
Mouse (to Eep): I wish I could say that I had something really horrible that I was going to inflict on you, but I don't...
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, I'll just have to make it up to you some other way, then.
Mouse (to Eep): Duly noted... are you ready to go get packing? I'm walking up the stairs now.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. You can help me throw 98% of my useless bullshit away.
2 hours later:
Eep (to Poppy): Hey, have you got an artist named Madeline Johnston doing work for your NYE party?
Poppy (to Eep): Yes, she's doing a statue for the centerpiece near the dance floor. I met her through a mutual acquaintance. Why do you ask?
Eep (to Poppy): Fuck. Of course it is. Because that's my goddamn luck. Sorry. I kinda know her.
Poppy (to Eep): Oooooh honey, this sounds very interesting. Is there going to be a fight?
Eep (to Poppy): What? NO! We knew each other in high school. You have serious issues, you know that?
Poppy (to Eep): Oh well... a girl can dream. It's been very boring at work today.
Eep (to Poppy): And now she fucking wants to know if I'm going to be there. What is with my luck? Why am I telling YOU this?
Poppy (to Eep): Well, look on the bright side...
Eep (to Poppy): What could possibly be the bright side to this?
Poppy (to Eep): What? What do you mean - its just a saying, honey… I mean..?
Eep (to Poppy): Why do I keep trying to have conversations with you?
Poppy (to Eep): I really don't know.
Mouse (to Eep): I just realized I was talking to myself... where'd you go?
Eep (to Mouse): Sorry. Sorry! Smoking on the balcony. I, uh, I could use company, if you don't mind.
Mouse (to Eep): Sure, let me finish up this one box. Is everything okay?
Eep (to Mouse): Fucking Maddie. God. I forgot how infuriating she is.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... Do I even want to know?
Eep (to Mouse): Looks like she's gonna be at the NYE party because she's doing the artwork. Christ.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh...
45 minutes later:
Eep (to Mouse): Hey, are you OK? Where are you hiding?
Mouse (to Eep): I'm not hiding, I'm in your kitchen with Robert. He was making me a cup of tea. You looked like you needed some alone time. Is everything ok?
Eep (to Mouse): Nah. I'm OK. Just annoyed.
Mouse (to Eep): That good, huh?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh God. There aren't words.
Mouse (to Eep): I feel like I should be jealous that your high school sweetheart still makes you this upset. But, I think I'm good. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Well, if it makes you feel any better, I just kinda told her off.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm not actually upset. I mean, she knew you as a kid, I know you as an adult... I think I clearly have the better version.
Eep (to Mouse): God. Fuck yes you do! What the fuck is up with this year? Is every ex of everyone going to come crawling out of the woodwork? Next, every guy Robert has had sex with will storm our apartment!
Mouse (to Eep): Would there be room?
Eep (to Mouse): No. We'd have to escape to the hills.
Mouse (to Eep): So, is it safe to come back in the room and help with the packing? Or do you want to say 'fuck it' & just snog? :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! Well, head in here, and we'll just have to see what happens. :p
Mouse (to Eep): On my way...
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh honey, I have some juicy gossip for you...
Vincent (to Poppy): Ooo! Ooo! U know the way 2 get my attention. Dish!
Poppy (to Vincent): So, apparently the artist doing centerpiece for NYE party went to high school with Eep. He didn't seem happy about it.
Vincent (to Poppy): Girl artist or boy artist?
Poppy (to Vincent): Girl artist, Maddy Johnston, she's fabulous.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmmmm. I'll have 2 see if I can find out who she is.
Poppy (to Vincent): I think I can do one better, do you wanna be her date?
Vincent (to Poppy): Her date? Whatever for?
Poppy (to Vincent): For the NYE party, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Well, I'd rather be UR date for NYE, honestly.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'd rather you were, too, honey, I just wasn't sure you wanted to, since the "just friend" thing.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, let's consider this a 1st date, shall we? I mean, we SAID we wanted 2 get 2 know 1 another better, didn't we? Bsides, I'm a vain thing. I want 2 B there w/ the prettiest of the pretty.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh honey, you are a silver-tongued devil.
6 hours later:
Mouse: Oh god, Satanica is sitting at the bar, glaring at me.
Vincent (to Mouse): Yeah she is. Watch out! She's on her 3rd Sex on the Beach & getting increasingly obnoxious.
Mouse (to Vincent): Really, that's what she's drinking? Who drinks those things?
Vincent (to Mouse): Satanica. Why else do U think we have Peach Schnapps? Prepare 2 throw up in ur mouth a little... She's also getting frisky. Ask ur bf.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh dear lord, I am so going to rip those falls off her head. She needs to be stopped!
Vincent (to Mouse): Down girl. Calm urself. Eep doesn't seem 2 B in the mood 4 it 2nite. He already told her 2 go fuck herself w/ a salmon. I don't rlly know what that means, but her face was hilarious.
Mouse (to Vincent): Sasha just came & told me that some celebrities are coming into the club shortly, which explains why she's here.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oooo! Celebes! Aren't we fancy! Do we know who?
Mouse (to Vincent): Some indie band called Chatterley's Lover... I vaguely remember playing one of their songs, Cheri's Lament, earlier this year.
Vincent (to Mouse): RLLY? Wow! I'll admit it. I'm a bit twitterpated.
Mouse (to Vincent): Are they a big deal? I have to admit that I don't know anything about them.
Vincent (to Mouse): That's b/c U live undr a rock.
Mouse (to Vincent): You're a jerk...
Vincent (to Mouse): Saucer of milk, kitty? How many of those bourbon & cokes have U had, sweetie? It's EARLY yet. Pace urself.
Mouse (to Vincent): I've only had one. It's been a trying day. Eep's ex was bugging him.
Vincent (to Mouse): Awww, sweetie. I'm srry 4 being so sassy @ U then. Wait. Is this his high school girlfriend? She's not an artist, is she?
Mouse (to Vincent): Ummm, yeah I think so.
Vincent (to Mouse): Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh dear. Um, I don't mean 2 make ur evening any worse, sweetie, but I think Eep's ex is going 2 B at the NYE party.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh yeah, I already know, Eep told me. I really don't think it's going to be a problem... it looks like your band is here.
Vincent (to Mouse): Ooooo! What. Are. They. Wearing? Oh, straight boys. When will U learn U just can't pull off feather boas? Not bad talent, tho.
Eep (to Mouse): Wow. Is it me or do these guys look like giant dicks?
Mouse (to Eep & Vincent): Oh shit! I'm about to put on a very long song & hide in the alley.
Eep (to Mouse): Are you OK?
Mouse (to Eep): Apparently, that's my ex's band & my ex... I wasn't expecting him into town so early.
Eep (to Mouse): Please tell me he's the one in the feather boa.
Mouse (to Eep): Umm, sadly no. It's the brown haired guy with the scarf & velvet jacket.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Course it is. You ok?
Mouse (to Eep): Sure... I'll be fine. I'm just hoping he ignores me.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah, I doubt that.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I can only hope... If I die of embarrassment, just know that I love you.
Vincent (to Mouse): Where R U? Ur missing the horrifying floor show INGA is putting on. She's fawning all ovr the band. It wld B funny if it wasn't so pathetic.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm staying in the booth... that's Ryan & his band. It figures he would show up a day early...
Vincent (to Mouse): THAT'S ur Ryan? Oh holy shit! Can I come rub on U? I'm assuming Eep knows, which is Y he's ovr there GLOWERING.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh god, this is like a nightmare I once had...
Vincent (to Mouse): Rlly? What a coincidink! It's like a dream I once had too. Tho mine didn't classify as a nightmare...
Mouse (to Vincent): Can you just keep Ryan at the bar? Or at least stop him from coming over this way? And, whatever you do, if he asks you where I am... LIE.
Vincent (to Mouse): Yes ma'am!
Eep (to Mouse): Um. Mr. Scarf just asked me if Emmeline is working tonight. I don't think anyone else has figured out he means you yet. Um... Took me a couple of seconds to figure out he meant you myself, actually.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, I have a stupid old-fashioned name. I'm sure he's going to figure out where I am any time now... Oh god... I am so sorry. I probably should just deal with it & get this over with, shouldn't I?
Eep (to Mouse): Well, there's always the A/C option...
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, if that were only true... I have to keep deejaying.
Eep (to Mouse): I know. I was just kidding. Mostly.
Vincent (to Mouse): Darling, he is INSISTING on finding U. Want me 2 tell him U died?
Mouse (to Vincent): Yes? No, send him over... I might as well get this over with, plus it'll piss off Satanica. Can you just make sure Eep's ok?
Vincent (to Mouse): Always a good motivation. (to Eep) How U doing there, big guy?
Eep (to Vincent): Are you drunk?
Vincent (to Eep): I'm working!
Eep (to Vincent): OK. Then what the fuck are you talking about?
Vincent (to Eep): Nuthin. Just seeing if ur OK. I mean Mouse's ex is VRY good looking AND famous. If I were U, I might B just a touch jealous.
Eep (to Vincent): Wow. Thanks. Fuck you too.
Vincent (to Eep): No need 2 get touchy! (to Mouse) OK. I'm fast losing the ability 2 keep Eep's attn. If U need me 2 continue 2 distract him, U mite not like my methods.
Eep (to Vincent): I really don't have the patience for this tonight, Vincent. Do me a favor and fuck off. (to Mouse) Why the fuck is he holding your hand?
Mouse (to Vincent): Thank you for trying. Feel free to sick Inga on Ryan any time. (to Eep) Short answer - because he's a dick.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh good plan! I'll send the hag ovr.
Eep (to Mouse): Do you want me to stab him? Cause I'm willing.
Mouse (to Vincent): Thank you, that seemed to work. (to Eep) No need, but I appreciate the offer... I love you. I'm trying really hard to be a grownup about this, but I may fail miserably. If you get a free moment, can you come give me a hug?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Of course. I'll be right there.
Mouse (to Eep): I am so glad the night is almost over... thank you for being so wonderful.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I dunno how wonderful I am. I was seriously ready to punch that guy in the face. God.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, if it makes you feel any better, I very quietly threatened to do something very mean to him... while smiling.
Eep (to Mouse): Um, heh. Yeah. That does make me feel a little bit better.
Mouse (to Eep): I just can't even believe that he showed up here & thought that I'd be happy to see him... he is such a fucking asshole.
Eep (to Mouse): God. Sorry. I wish I had something better to say other than that. Sorry.
Mouse (to Eep): You have nothing to be sorry about, I feel damn lucky to have a boyfriend like you...
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um, wow. Thank you. I, um... That was good to hear, actually.
Mouse (to Eep): You wanna run away to Vegas with me? Just kidding, by the way. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I suspected as much. Wanna get the fuck out of here?
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, yes...