Mouse (to Eep): oh god really? I'm sorry about that, sweetie. Would you like me to go kick them for you?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yes. Multiple times, preferably.
Mouse (to Eep): Let me just put on my shit kickin' boots & I'll take care of 'em.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. You'll have to wait until the owners get back into the country. They closed the shop to go on vacation.
Mouse (to Eep): I can wait...
Eep (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! You're... I dunno! I never know what to say when you want to defend me. It's... Thank you.
Mouse (to Eep): Umm... I feel like I should apologize.
Eep (to Mouse): Really? Why? What did you do?
Mouse (to Eep): i just don't take compliments or praise very well.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, you'd better fucking learn, because I'm going to keep doling them out, goddamnit! You're goddamn pretty, and you're just gonna have to deal with it.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... Thank you for saying so.
Eep (to Mouse): Damn skippy.
Mouse (to Eep): Wow, I kinda like it when you're bossy.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh God. I'm sorry. Sorry! There was apparently the edd nog I split with Robert was spiked. I shoulda known! Egg nog. EGG nog. There is no one named Ed involved. Though, if we give Robert enough time, there could be, I'm sure.
Mouse (to Eep): It's okay.
Eep (to Mouse): God. I have nothing to say now. I've embarrassed myself.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, you don't have to apologize... I like it when you have no filter.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, then prepare to love the shit out of me. Seriously. Whatever the fuck Robert put in here is STRONG.
Mouse (to Eep): i don't know if I should be scared or excited.
Eep (to Mouse): I'd go with scared. I just had a 2nd one. I think I may be trying to hurt myself with that. Heh.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, try to keep your clothes on. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Oh my sweet Jesus, yes! If there are two people who I don't want to see me naked, Wanda & Robert are it. I would add your brother to that list, but he already saw it. Little twerp! Now if it were YOU on the other hand... Wow. I think I've had enough.
Mouse (to Eep): Aww, really? I was curious to hear more...
Eep (to Mouse): Sure! What were we talking about?
Mouse (to Eep): No fair, I can't tell if you're being serious or messing with me.
Eep (to Mouse): I am being totally, uh... something. Heh. I'm not trying to mess with you. Honest. I'm just... Yeah. Drunk.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm glad you're having fun. I hope Wanda isn't grilling you too much.
Eep (to Mouse): Not so far. Oh God. You don't think she's gonna start wanting to know... stuff. Do you?
Mouse (to Eep): What kind of stuff do you think she would want to know? And, I feel like I should take advantage of your drunken state, but I can't think of a damn thing to ask you.
Eep (to Mouse): I dunno. STUFF. She always wants to know stuff. Stuff, stuff, stuff... I really don't know what could be so interesting about me.
Mouse (to Eep): Probably, because you're an attractive man that had a thing for her. And, she not so secretly envisions having sex with you. Umm... shit. Forget I said that. It's the bourbon talking....
Eep (to Mouse): WHAT? Lady, you are talking craziness. Bourbon gives you the crazies.
Mouse (to Eep): Yes... it apparently does. Remind me not to drink anymore of it once I'm finished with this bottle.
Eep (to Mouse): You, pretty lady, are cut off! No more booze for you! Heh. I should really stop drinking whatever it is Robert keeps handing me.
Mouse (to Eep): Why don't you come over here & make me? :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I totally would! I would march over there and totally give you what for. If I thought I could walk straight.
Mouse (to Eep): Tease!
Eep (to Mouse): God. I'm sorry. I'm really, REALLY... I dunno. Oh. Wait. I know. I'm drunk.
Mouse (to Eep): If I wasn't drinking myself, I would totally drive over there... It'll be so nice when you live in the same building.
Eep (to Mouse): Or dangerous. Wonderfully dangerous.
Mouse (to Eep): Dangerous? How so?
Eep (to Mouse): Because I'll spend all my time trying to get you out of your clothes, and never get anything remotely productive done again.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, so what you're saying is, you just love me for my body? I mean, I'm ok with that... it's just a new concept for me. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): No, I love you for being you. Duh! Course, the fact that you're gorgeous doesn't hurt matters. Heh.
Mouse (to Eep): Awww, you say the sweetest things when you're drunk.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Wow. Or the most embarrassing? God. I'm sorry, I'm a jerk.
Mouse (to Eep): I don't think you're a jerk... deluded, sure. drunk, definitely. Trust me, I'll let you know when I think you're being one.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Drunk I'll give you. Heh. Yes. Drunk. And delusional, maybe. But not about you being gorgeous. I'm positive about that one.
Mouse (to Eep): Aww man, you are not helping this whole being in two separate places thing... I'm really tempted to start walking that way.
Eep (to Mouse): But I didn't mean to sound like such a... I dunno. A misogynistic dickhead, I guess.
Mouse (to Eep): Considering that I think I said it about you a little while ago, I think you're ok. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): God... OK. Good. I'm sorry, I just... Um, when I'm drunk I kinda just say all the stupid shit that runs through my head. Sorry!
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, that's actually why I like drinking with you... and probably, why Wanda does, too.
Eep (to Mouse): OK. That's the second time you've mentioned Wanda tonight. Am I missing something or doing something dumb I should stop?
Mouse (to Eep): She said a couple things to me while she was drunk that has been bothering me, which is why I haven't been hanging out with her lately. If I was sober, it probably wouldn't bother me... but I'm drunk & feeling catty.
Eep (to Mouse): What? Really? REALLY? That's... That's inconceivable, actually. God. What? God, don't worry about it. She's really, REALLY not interested in me. Not even like slightly. Honestly, I think that's one of the reasons I used to crush on her so badly. I think I knew nothing would ever happen & I could brood and be miserable about it without ever having to actually DO anything.
Mouse (to Eep): Look, she told me about a walk, an attempted kiss & why she did it... I can't say anymore, just ask her yourself. She probably doesn't even remember telling me... she was pretty drunk during our girl's day out.
Eep (to Mouse): She told you about that, huh? Wow. But, yeah. She tired to kiss me once. I feel like I should probably care more about that. Didn't I mention this? I feel like I did. But, yeah. Is it terrible I kinda don't care anymore?
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, you told me about it... I'm just being a drunken & jealous idiot. Ignore me.
Eep (to Mouse): God. I don't think I've ever had anyone act jealous over me. It's, uh, kinda flattering. Um, yeah. That, uh, that shouldn't make me smile like it does. I mean, not that you have any reason to be jealous, that is. You were the one I couldn't keep my hands off of when we met. Wow. Oh. Oh God. Um, yeah. Things I shouldn't ever, EVER say. I'm so, SO sorry. I'm gonna stop stop talking now.
Mouse (to Eep): Don't you dare! Though, I do have to say that it's probably a good thing that I can't make it over to your place, at this moment.
Eep (to Mouse): Uhhhhh... Wow. Um, that's a good thing? Oh. God. I have no idea what's coming out of my mouth at the moment.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, good in that, I'm not trying to take off all of your clothes in the middle of your living room. Boy, I'd sure like to know what the hell Robert put in the Egg Nog... for future reference.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Oh WOW. Um... Take off all my clothes, huh? Can I take a rain check on that? And apparently there was light rum and bourbon in the egg nog. How much of each, I don't know. Probably too much.
Mouse (to Eep): You can count on a raincheck and, I need to remember to always have rum & bourbon in my house. ;-)
Eep (to Mouse): Oh, heh. Yeah. Raincheck. Yes. Um, good. Oh God. I'm sorry. I'm thinking just having you in the building will be enough to turn me into a horrible, HORRIBLE perv. Christ!
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, I'm sorry... Shit! Otto just spilled my water glass… That could have been a mess... well, more of one. Luckily, I had a clean nightgown to change into. Sorry, what were you saying?
Eep (to Mouse): Um, that apparently I'm a terrible perv when I'm around you because I think you're hot as hell. And I'm that already sorry.
Mouse (to Eep): Ummm, I guess we should be grateful that we're not going to be living together... then the perv would never stop.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Probably not. Jesus. I can't be trusted when I drink, can I?
Mouse (to Eep): Dear god, I hope not!
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um. Heh.You don't really need to get me drunk to loosen me up, you know. But, I'm not gonna complain if you try.
Mouse (to Eep): I know that, but you just seem more confident & sure of yourself.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um. God, I wish I knew how to respond to that. Heh. Being drunk is kinda a mixed bag for me, I guess. And now, I'm going to fall over on the floor, and sleep for a million days. Or until tomorrow. See you then, pretty lady!
Mouse (to Eep): It's alright... I'm sleepy too & I have kitten trying to bore a hole in my skull. Sleep sweet, sexy man!
Eep (to Mouse): Oh, um. Heh. Sexy, huh? Thanks! Good luck with Otto. Don't trust him. Pure evil. Mark my words. G'night. Sleep tight. Love you!