Mouse (to Poppy): That doesn't sound good. Anything I should be aware of for this weekend?
Poppy (to Mouse): No, honey, everything is all set for you. Your itinerary & hotel information should be in your inbox. I just have a few small fires to put out & an artist to calm down.
Mouse (to Poppy): Thank you & best of luck with the preparations! I'll see you this weekend.
Poppy (to Mouse): Wait a minute, honey... Why didn't you tell me that Maddy Johnston was Eep's ex-girlfriend?
Mouse (to Poppy): Umm, because I didn't know what her last name was & why does it matter?
Poppy (to Mouse): Because, she's the artist who designed the centerpiece for the party... There's several photo-ops scheduled for the 2 of you before the party, not to mention the table seating for the dinner. Dear god, honey, I don't know if I have time to rework this to make it less painful. I wish Eep had told me this earlier.
Mouse (to Poppy): Eep told me, she was going to be there, but he didn't tell me that she was the artist that you were telling me about… shit.
Poppy (to Eep): Why didn't you tell me that Maddy Johnston was your ex-girlfriend, queerbait?
Eep (to Poppy): Uh, because it's none of your damn business.
Poppy (to Eep): You think so, well I now have 3.5 days to try and sort out a huge party, so that your girlfriend & ex-girlfriend don't have to be in a photo shoot together & you don't have to sit at the same table with both of them.
Eep (to Poppy): What? Why would... Photo shoot? What?
Poppy (to Eep): I had a photo-op scheduled before the party for press coverage of the artist & the DJ... and, the seating charts for dinner. This is a big deal event for my company & we're getting a write-up in ‘A Modest Spectacle’ magazine. The write-up was about the fact that the event was all female-driven... female artist, female DJ, etc... I am so totally screwed...
Eep (to Poppy): Oh. Oh fuck.
Poppy (to Eep): Not to mention, that I may have accidentally let it slip to Mouse that Maddy was the artist & your ex... Sorry about that. What the hell am I going to do?
Eep (to Poppy): No, I told her about Maddie. And about her being there. We had been planning to avoid each other like the plague. Christ!
Poppy (to Eep): Well, Mouse didn't seem to know she was the sculptor until I told her... and we had discussed the photo-op before we were all aware of the connection.
Eep (to Mouse): Um. Hey. Poppy just told me about Maddie and all the promo shit.
Mouse (to Eep): Yep, I didn't realize that the artist that Poppy was setting up the photoshoot with was your ex... I probably should have assumed that.
Eep (to Mouse): Fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't mention she was the sculptor, did I? Jesus!
Mouse (to Eep): I think you said she was going to be there & that she did some of the artwork... I should have asked.
Eep (to Mouse): Um, do you want me to stay home? It'll probably make any of the promo shit a little bit easier if I'm not there.
Mouse (to Eep): No, I don't want to spend NYE without you but I'd completely understand if you want to stay home, so you don't have to deal with her.
Eep (to Mouse): NO! No. If you want me to be there, um, I can do that. Fuck. It can't be worse than the creep right?
Mouse (to Eep): It's our first NYE together, so yes I want to spend it with you. And, I would think this would be a hundred times easier than dealing with the creep or am I being nâive?
Eep (to Mouse): I have no idea. I've never really dealt with anything like this before. I mean... I dunno. Honestly, I wanna spend it with you too, I just feel like shit for this becoming like a, uh, thing. So far, Mad and I have been able to be civil enough to each other. So, um, yeah.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, is there anything I should know about her before, I have to interact with her? I'm not going to discover that she has made a giant sculpture of you out of her hair or anything?
Eep (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! You... Heh. No. I doubt that. I mean, she dumped me, so I doubt there's gonna be any weird shrines to me. Um, I dunno what to tell you about her. I mean, I haven't seen her in a LONG time. In school she was, um, forceful, I guess?
Mouse (to Eep): So, she’s bossy? I can totally deal with bossy...
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Uh, yeah. Kinda. We were kinda like total opposites in school. She was loud and short and blonde. And I was... Um, well, I was me.
Mouse (to Eep): Wow... that was not what I expected. Wait a minute... didn't you just get a box of stuff from her?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um, yeah. She said she was going to send me back some old t-shirt of mine, but there was a bunch of other bullshit in there.
Mouse (to Eep): Really, like what?
Eep (to Mouse): Looks like a couple of tshirts, some old artwork, a couple of mixed tapes... Jesus! Some old letters. Basically all shit I'm setting on fire. Except maybe the tshirts. Cause I would totally still wear these.
Mouse (to Eep): Ok, I think I now know everything that I need to handle being in the same room with her.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh, um. OK.
Mouse (to Eep): If I told you what I was thinking, you wouldn't believe me. But, I do need to ask, what are you planning on wearing for the party?
Eep (to Mouse): Um, oh. God, I don't... Jesus. I don't even know. Fuck, I have no idea.
Mouse (to Vincent): Little brother, do you have anything appropriate for Eep to wear for the NYE party? If not, I need to take him shopping. (to Eep) Well, I think between Vincent & I, we can come up with something suitable for you. But, we may have to go shopping.
Vincent (to Mouse): Eeeeeeee! You just said MAGIC WORDS 2 me, darling.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. God.
Mouse (to Vincent): Do you want to come with us? (to Eep) I'm sorry... I hate shopping, too. But, if I'm going to be in an article in ‘A Modest Spectacle’... you need to dress up.
Eep (to Mouse): Fuck. Well, at least I know you and Vincent won't make me look like a total idiot. Um, can I wear a shirt this time around? :p
Vincent (to Mouse): OF COURSE I DO. Did U rlly have 2 ask? Oh, we R going 2 make him look faboo whether he wants 2 or not! So what's up? Y this sudden urge 2 dress up ur beau?
Mouse (to Eep): Yes a shirt is mandatory, this is a 1930's party, after all. :-) (to Vincent) He needs to look faboo. His ex-girlfriend is not only going to be at the party, she's the artist that did the centerpiece and, I have to do a photo shoot with her. And, I think she still thinks about him... she sent him a bunch of old stuff. It'll be good for his self-esteem.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, thank God for small favors, I guess.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh MY. So we're going 2 rub her nose in it a little, eh? LOVE it. What makes U think she still thinks abt him?
Mouse (to Vincent): Why else would anyone keep a bunch of letters, t-shirts, artwork from an old boyfriend that you broke up with? He's probably ‘the one that got away’... if he had broken up with her, it would be completely different. She would have burned all of it or thrown it out ages ago.
Vincent (to Mouse): U make vry good points, darling. But I can't help but suspect there's some wicked part of U that wants 2 show her what she dumped. :-p
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, yes, there is a small part of me that feels that way. I've heard all the stories about the aftermath of the breakup.
Vincent (to Mouse): I thought so. I'm so proud. ;-}
Mouse (to Vincent & Eep): Do you both want to go now & get it over with?
Eep (to Mouse): I guess.
Vincent (to Mouse): Darling, for this excursion, I'm at ur beck & call!
Mouse (to Vincent & Eep): I'm heading over to pick you both up.
2 hours later:
Mouse: Note to self: Never go shopping with Eep & Vincent again.
Vincent (to Mouse): It's not my fault U 2 R being so grumpy. I love shopping.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm fine... Its just on one side I've got grumpy & then on the other is you positively buzzing with excitement. I'm gonna go into the women's section for a bit, maybe that'll make it easier for you to find something for Eep. You always seem to be able to talk him into wearing things. Just remember it's a 1930's party.
Vincent (to Mouse): Divide & conquer I like it. Give me 20-30 min 2 talk him in2 some things, then wander ovr & tell him how faboo he looks. Usually I use the promise that U will find him desperately sexy 2 talk him in2 wearing things, U know. ;-}
Mouse (to Vincent): That sounds perfect! I've got my eye on a dress, so I'll be back that way in 20 minutes or so.
30 minutes later:
Vincent (to Mouse): Quick! Get ovr here & come look what I did 2 ur man.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm on my way... I was picking out some undergarments. (to Eep) Umm, Can I get you a bunch more outfits like that?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I don't think I could look this put together all the time if I tried.
Mouse (to Eep): That's probably for the best... As I'd be trying to take off all your clothes all the time.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um. Wow. Uh, thanks.
An hour or two later:
Mouse (to Vincent): You did an excellent job picking out Eep's outfit. Thanks!
Vincent (to Mouse): Told U. & ur welcome. See if U can get Eep 2 show U a pic of his ex. I want to see her face when U 2 walk in.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm not sure to ask him without it sounding weird.
Vincent (to Mouse): Just ask 2 see some pics of him in high school. She's bound 2 B in 1 of them.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'll see if that works.
Vincent (to Mouse): Go on. Ask him. Plus, I totes want 2 see what he looked like in high school.
Mouse (to Eep): Hey, strange question... Can I see pictures of you when you were younger?
Eep (to Mouse): Uh, I guess. Why?
Mouse (to Eep): I cannot tell a lie. Vincent wants to see what Maddie looks like.
Vincent (to Mouse): U traitor!
Mouse (to Vincent): I panicked!
Eep (to Mouse & Vincent): Uh... why do you want to know?
Mouse (to Eep): Don't ask me... no, really don't ask me.
Vincent (to Eep & Mouse): Fine. I'll cop 2 it. I just want 2 see her face when U 2 walk thru the door. Ur both going 2 B smoking hot. I just want 2 see her seethe a little w/ jealousy. I'll admit it that I'm petty sometimes.
Mouse (to Vincent): Thank you. After seeing him in that ensemble, I seemed to be under a spell... God, is that what it's like to be you? If that's true, no wonder you make so much tip money.
Vincent (to Mouse): It’s both a blessing & a curse. ;-}
Eep (to Vincent): So, the only reason you want to see pictures of me and Maddie is so that you can watch her squirm on New Year's?
Vincent (to Eep): Yes. Pretty much.
Eep (to Vincent): Huh. Well... I'll see if I have any.
Vincent (to Eep): I knew I liked U 4 more than just ur smoking bod!
Mouse (to Vincent): Little brother, you are indeed amazing.
Vincent (to Mouse): I'm on a roll! I shld go play the lottery.
Mouse (to Vincent): Yeah, or go to Vegas. :-D
Vincent (to Mouse): U. Ur beau. Poppy. Me. After NYC, we hit Vegas!
Mouse (to Vincent): That's a slightly frightening thought, the two of you in Sin City... you'll never want to leave.
Vincent (to Mouse): Darling, it wldn't B a proper trip unless they ASKED us 2 leave.
Mouse (to Vincent): How about for your birthday? I may be all traveled out after NYE for a bit.
Vincent (to Mouse): Awwwww! But that's MONTHS away! Boo. But I suppose ur rite. I know U. U will be DONE w/ people after this party. R U nervous?
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm not nervous about the actual deejaying... just all the schmoozing, the photo shoot, the interview, etc...
Vincent (to Mouse): Don't worry abt the interview. Let Poppy do all the talking. That's her job. Bsides, ur cute & U know ur music. U'll B fine.
Mouse (to Vincent): How about for Valentine's Day?
Vincent (to Mouse): Sounds good 2 me. We'll see how U feel after an NYC crowd on NYE. ;-}
Mouse (to Vincent): Who knows? I may want to run away to Vegas & become a showgirl.
Vincent (to Mouse): I'll believe that when I see the feathered headdress.
Mouse (to Vincent): I do love me some feathered headdresses. :-P
Vincent (to Mouse): U love men WEARING feathers & headdresses U mean... Did I tell U I snapped a pic of Eep in his Turkey Day get up?
Eep: Christ! I'm digging through a box of shit from when I was in school, and there are a shit load of letters in here I wrote to my girlfriend. No wonder she dumped me.
Mouse (to Vincent): Really? Can I see it or are you going to just tease me with it? And, after seeing Eep all dressed up in a suit, I think I strangely find that way hotter.
Vincent (to Mouse): RLLY? Well, then I guess U won't want 2 see this pic then. Pity.
Mouse (to Vincent): No, I still want to see it...
Vincent (to Mouse): Found it! Unfortunately, it's not a full-body shot. U should talk that lad into wearing more fishnet shirts. It looked TRES sexy.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh god, does he know you took that photo?
Vincent (to Mouse): I srsly doubt it. R U complaining? ;-}
Mouse (to Vincent): No, not a bit. But, he's going to grumble. I mean, he made me delete the drunken photo he sent me. Shit. Forget I said that.
Vincent (to Mouse): What, what, WHAT? He sent U a drunken photo? Oh! U 2 R just 2 adorbz! He sent U a naughty pic. That's SO kawaii!
Mouse (to Vincent): Umm, no... I don't know what you're talking about. Didn't I say to forget I said anything?
Vincent (to Mouse): I don't know Y U 2 get so flustered. It's so obvious ur totes in2 each other.
Mouse (to Vincent): Thank you for helping me feel more embarrassed about the whole thing...
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh pls. Like it's something we haven't ALL done 4 some1 who fancies us & thinks we're teh sex0rz.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, I would have kept it, but I was worried that someone would find it & use it for their own nefarious purposes.
Vincent (to Mouse): Like who? U should have kept it!
Eep (to Vincent): OK. I found one. Um, keep in mind she might not look anything like this anymore.
Vincent (to Eep): Awwww! Look @ U. Ur 2 sweet.
Eep (to Vincent): Fuck off, dickhead!
Vincent (to Mouse): Speaking of which, Eep just sent me a piccy of him & the ex. Wanna see?
Mouse (to Vincent): Umm, sure...
Vincent (to Mouse): This isn't going 2 upset U, is it? U know what? Let's talk abt this 2morrow. It can wait. Love U, sister dear. Sleep in sweetness.
Mouse (to Vincent): Sleep sweet, little brother.
Vincent (to Mouse): Will do. Love U, elder sister.
Eep (to Mouse): Hey. Uh, sorry to bother you so late. I just wanted to, um, I just wanted to say you're awesome. See you tomorrow!
Mouse (to Eep): Awww, I'm sorry I missed this message. I love you. :-)
