Poppy (to Mouse): Well, having a bar between us was the only way we could keep our hands off each other, honey.
Vincent (to Mouse): Rlly. Poppy & I need 2 come 4 air frm time 2 time. U don't want us 2 die smothered N covered, do U?
Mouse (to Vincent & Poppy): Oh god, I did not need to know that...
Poppy (to Mouse): Oh honey, just be glad that I didn't tell you what Vincent & I did right before we got here.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hush now. Don't terrify sister dearest into a coma. (to Mouse) I thought U'd B proud. I learned it by watching U. ;-}
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, honey, I was trying to be nice...
Mouse (to Vincent & Poppy): Ok, ok... You win. Please don't include me in your perviness. (to Eep) Could you please tell me something nice? I need to get a terrible image out of my head.
Eep (to Mouse): Um. Oh. Uh... You're a very pretty lady. Sorry. I'm... Uh, I kinda choked there.
Mouse (to Eep): That was sweet. Thank you... I was being accosted by the perv twins.
Eep (to Mouse): Kittens? Ice cream sundaes? Freshly brewed coffee? Puppies? Ponies? Wait. No. Not ponies. Never ponies. The perv twins? Who the fuck are the perv twins?
Mouse (to Eep): Poppy & Vincent... But, I thought you liked ponies?
Eep (to Mouse): No. I mean, well, yes. But no. Not like that. Oh THOSE perv twins.
Mouse (to Eep): Huh? Not like what? I'm soo confused.
Eep (to Mouse): Uh. I'll explain if you really wanna know, but, um, first you should know you're gonna loose massive amounts of respect for me.
Mouse (to Eep): Umm, actually I'd rather not know about the ponies... there is something I'm curious about, but I feel weird about asking.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um. OK. Uh, what's up?
Mouse (to Eep): I'm slightly curious about this whole piercing thing. I honestly have no desire to watch that movie... But, did you really get pierced on film? And, why did you get rid of it?
Eep (to Mouse): Uh... God, there's no way to answer this that doesn't make me sound like an idiot. But, um, yes? And I got pierced by some jerk in a student film. Uh... let's just say things were NOT sterilized properly. Um. Why do you want to know?
Mouse (to Eep): Because, I'm your girlfriend...
Eep (to Mouse): Fuck. Sorry. I'm just over-sensitive about that right now.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sorry. I told you I felt weird about asking.
Eep (to Mouse): I still don't know what the fuck to say to Wanda. I've been avoiding her all day.
Mouse (to Eep): Ummm, I have to admit something to you. Wanda told me that she watched & I told her that she needed to tell you & that I wouldn't say anything to you. I'm sorry. If I had known this was the way she was going to do it, I would have told you myself. I just didn't want to get in the middle of you & your roommates.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh... Oh. Yeah. Well, she didn't tell me, obviously. And I'm not sure she meant to let me know that she saw that film.
Mouse (to Eep): It's been driving me crazy ever since she told me & I really wanted to tell you the other night. I'm sorry, I feel terrible. She said she would talk you about it but obviously she's a chicken.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh, oh shit. Yeah. All that shit you kept saying about Wanda makes sense now. Christ. I just didn't... I didn't get it. Sorry. I don't know why I'm surprised. Wanda's been bugging me about that film since I told her about it. And she doesn't know why I'm so fucking embarrassed by it. Christ! She told me she was jealous!
Mouse (to Eep): Jealous?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah, she said she always wanted to be in a dirty movie, but couldn't because she was afraid her mom would freak out.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... wow. She didn't say anything about that to me.
Eep (to Mouse): I guess I really shouldn't be shocked she watched it. She fucking sucks at boundaries.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, she does. She really put me on the spot with telling me all of that... I kinda felt like it was some sort of test.
Eep (to Mouse): God, it might have been some kinda test. I have no fucking idea how that woman's mind works.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I hope you're not too mad at me for not telling you...
Eep (to Mouse): No. I'm not. I'm just tired. Embarrassed, but I'm not mad. Shit. I'm not even all that mad at Wanda right now. I mean, she doesn't know why I ended up in that movie, or, um, or all the shit that happened afterward... Jesus. Part of the reason I hate that shit so much... It isn't just the film. I mean, it IS, but that's not all of it.
Mouse (to Eep): I understand completely. And, I certainly wouldn't tell Wanda or anyone what you told me. EVER.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I know. And that's why I'm fucking lucky to have you.
Mouse (to Eep): I love you. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Love you too. And, um, thanks.
Mouse (to Eep): Thanks for what?
Eep (to Mouse): Just... Everything, I guess. Understanding me through all this bullshit and for listening to me.
Mouse (to Eep): Of course! That's what you do when you love someone. Besides, you've done the same for me.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yeah. I guess so.
Mouse (to Eep): Are you ready to head home? It looks like the crowd has died down & Delia just gave me the signal to rap up the music. And, Vincent seems to have wandered off, which I don't even want to think about right now...
Eep (to Mouse): God, yeah. I suppose so. I can't avoid Wanda forever. Sorry I'm being maudlin tonight, I guess.
Mouse (to Eep): You can always come & stay with me... but, you probably should talk to her.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I'll keep that in mind.
Mouse (to Eep): And, if you need me to, I'll be happy to punch her again. Just say the word. :-P Kidding... well, mostly kidding.
Eep (to Mouse): Stop making me laugh! Who's gonna be scared of a doorman who grins like an idiot?
Mouse (to Eep): Ummm, everyone. We work at a goth club.... goths aren't supposed to smile, or so I've been told.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh shit. Shit. Holy shit! You aren't kidding. That woman in the tutu who just left thought I was crying & seemed really disappointed when she figured out I was laughing.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sorry. I'll try to be more serious... I'd hate for you to lose your "tortured" artist status.
Eep (to Mouse): Really. What if I become well adjusted?
Mouse (to Eep): Do you think there's a chance of that?
Eep (to Mouse): No. Not really. I just like to threaten.
Mouse (to Eep): Don't scare me like that! This is the last song... So, your place or mine?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah, no one wants that. : p And, uh, would you mind heading home with me? I'm too tired to talk to Wanda. If you're with me, I have a good excuse to avoid her, but I won't LOOK like I'm avoiding her... I'll talk to her tomorrow.
Mouse (to Eep): Um, ok. I will do it, for you. The coming with you part, not the talking...
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yeah. I gathered. Hell, I'm not sure I wanna be there for the talking part. Anyway. Let's get the fuck outta here.