Mouse (to Eep): Ugh... I just woke up. I feel so stupid about last night. I'm so sorry that you had to deal with that crap.
Eep (to Mouse): Hey, you had to deal with me after the Creep showed up. Of the two of us, I git off easier… Eh. That should read, GOT off earlier. Dumb tiny phone keyboards.
Mouse (to Eep): That's okay, I knew what you meant. I just can't believe that Ryan showing up upset me... I mean, it's been years. And, he was still using the same old lines. Though, I did love the look on his face when I told him to go fuck himself.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I'll be that surprised the shit out of him. He probably expected you to fawn all over him.
Mouse (to Eep); I think he totally did expect me to be all a-twitter... he came looking for me simply because his mom had told him about you.
Eep (to Mouse): I mean he's a famous, pretentious indie rock douchebag now. Why wouldn't you? What a dick.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, he's a cheater & a liar, so I shouldn't be at all surprised by his behavior.
Eep (to Mouse): What a fuckhead! Wait, he cheated on you?
Mouse (to Eep): Yes... quite a lot, while he was off at college. He was in a different band, back then & they had a lot of groupies in the town where he went to school. He apparently, never told anyone that he was dating me & I didn't find out about all of it until afterwards.
Eep (to Mouse): Wow. So he's an even bigger dickhead than I previously thought. Christ! God. That's so fucking beyond shitty. Sorry he was, um, IS such a huge tool.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, now you know why I felt so incredibly embarrassed, why the whole Asher thing pissed me off so much, and why I never really dated after that.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I can understand that. And then Greg on top of that... Shit. I'm sure you can guess why I didn't date, like, at ALL after Maddy and then the creep. I mean, aside from my charming personality, that is. :p
Mouse (to Eep): Well, obviously I have reasons to dislike the whole charming thing... so to me, you're perfect. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Ha! Good to know my personality defects work for you.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm just happy that you like me despite my insanity. :-P
Poppy (to Eep & Mouse): Oh, just climb on top of each other & get it over with already.
Eep (to Mouse): I don't think you're crazy. Course, I'm probably a real shit judge of sane. uh. My pop's like that, you know. Not crazy, though he's probably that too. A womanizer, I mean. He always had like 3 or 4 girlfriends he was mooching off of. It used to make me sick. (to Poppy) Why don't you go get yourself a battery operated boyfriend and spare the rest of humanity from having to interact with you?
Mouse (to Poppy): Look, why don't you go find yourself some friends? (to Eep) I can see why you don't really talk to him...
Poppy (to Eep): Oh I have half a mind to throw this martini right in your face!
Eep (to Poppy): You'd have to stop drinking it to do that. Somehow I feel safe. (to Mouse) Yeeeah. One of many reasons. Plus, it's not like we were ever really close. I didn't even meet him til I was 15. Well, I mean, I guess I knew him as a baby, but I don't remember.
Mouse (to Eep): So is that why you don't know what you're doing for Christmas? Did he invite you down for it?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I mean, to his credit, he always TRIED to do normal "family" stuff with me after Mom died, but it was always kinda forced.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sorry that kinda sucks. My Nan always tried to make sure that we did normal family stuff, but it was just the 2 of us or my extended family which always ended with me hiding somewhere feeling sorry for myself.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yeah, hiding is how I spent most of my holidays too. Fortunately, my pop's a big enough fuck up that I didn't have to deal with my extended family too often.
Mouse (to Eep): heehee, we could totally invite your Dad to Giftmas at my place... that would probably terrify him. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Oh God. NO. He'd probably try to make out on you.
Mouse (to Eep): Gah! That's a terrifying thought.
Eep (to Mouse): And then I think I'd have to kill him. And I'd be an orphan. For Christmas.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm always an orphan for christmas. :-( It's not so bad, I've got Vincent. It could be worse... there could be 2 of him. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Oh sweet baby Jesus. I am SO SORRY. I didn't think. I'm an utter dick.
Mouse (to Eep): It's okay... I was just giving you a hard time. I've been an orphan longer than I had parents, at this point. I'm ok with it.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I still feel kinda like an ass.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, to make it up to me... you could come over here & help me with this corset.
Eep (to Mouse): I, uh, I think I could manage that.
Mouse (to Eep): On second thought, how about I come & get you for work? I probably should wait until we get there to tighten it. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Sounds like a plan.
Mouse (to Eep): I’m on my way then... See you shortly.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, what are you doing for the upcoming holiday? My parental type units are still in Europe & may not be back in time.
Vincent (to Poppy): The usual: dinner w/ sister dearest, a movie marathon & most likely too much booze.
Poppy (to Vincent): You wouldn't, by any chance, be interested in ditching them & going skiing with me? Hot tubs, booze, hot boys & girls.
A few hours later:
Mouse (to Vincent): You've been awfully quiet this evening, are you ok?
Vincent (to Mouse): Just thinking, darling. U know how that throws me off my game. Poppy invited me 2 go skiing w/ her for Xmas.
Mouse (to Vincent): Really? Do you want to go? I'd miss you, but I'd completely understand.
Vincent (to Mouse): I dunno. I'd miss U & our holidays. But, she has no1 else & I hate 2 keep turning her down.
Mouse (to Vincent): Sweetie, do you want to be with her on Christmas? I don't think you should do anything out of guilt or a sense of obligation.
Vincent (to Mouse): I think I do. I'd feel terrible leaving her alone. I'll miss U & our Xmas, tho. Of course, I know U won't B alone this yr. ;}
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, then. Go hang out with her. You'll have a good time & that's what the holidays are all about. :-) (to Eep) Thank you for helping me with my corset. I meant to say it earlier, but I got distracted with work.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um, yeah. It was not a problem.
Vincent (to Poppy): U know how 2 make an offer I can't refuse.
Poppy (to Vincent): Wow, really? I thought for sure after all the silence that you were going to say no. I promise it'll be wonderful. :-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Srry for the radio silence. I was breaking plans. I'm sure it'll B faboo.
Mouse (to Eep): So, it looks like Vincent is going to go spend Christmas with Poppy, I don't want you to feel any pressure to hang out with me, if you have plans. God, those two are retarded for each other.
Eep (to Mouse): Jesus. Yeah they are. Well, lemme think about this. Spend Christmas with my alcoholic, asshole father or my hot ass girlfriend? Tough call.
Mouse (to Eep): So, you're going to your dad's? :-p
Eep (to Mouse): Yes. That's what I meant. And if I'm really lucky one or both of my brothers will be there.
Mouse (to Eep): Sorry, it was the compliment, they make me act a bit dumb...
Eep (to Mouse): Hopefully they'll imply I'm a mariposa the whole weekend and I'll come back into town with a black eye.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm assuming that's not a good word. Look, just stay here with me... But, if you have to go, I could go with you, if you want.
Eep (to Mouse): No! No. I don't have to go home. I mean, it's not like it'd be first time I skipped out. Plus, I would never, EVER expose you to either of my brothers if I could help it. I love you WAY too much for that. And I would so much rather spend it with you. Not to mention that you, uh, you looked pretty damn amazing tonight. It was never even a choice, really.