Mouse (to Vincent): Um, yeah... we watched the movie last night.
Vincent (to Mouse): Ah. THAT movie. How R U doing? How is Eep?
Mouse (to Vincent): I actually fell asleep midway through it. It was like watching 'Naked Lunch', just so bizarre that I couldn't process it. I woke up right at the end... Eep kissed me on the forehead & then went home.
Vincent (to Mouse): How R U feeling?
Mouse (to Vincent): I don't really know... actually, a little sad. I mean, the movie was terrible & it was shocking in places. But, the most heartbreaking part was just seeing Eep in such rough shape.
Vincent (to Mouse): He WAS super skinny in the little bit I saw.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm just worried that he's going to torture himself, now that he's watched it.
Vincent (to Mouse): That bad, huh? Poor thing. Have U tried to talk 2 him yet?
Mouse (to Vincent): Not yet. I was trying to decide if I should wait for him to get up with me or if I should check on him.
Vincent (to Mouse): Check on him. He's prolly feeling terrible.
Mouse (to Vincent): Yeah, you’re right. (to Eep) Hey sweetie, how are you doing?
Eep (to Mouse): Hey. I'm, um, I'm processing.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh ok...
Eep (to Mouse): Sorry. I didn't ask. Are you OK?
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, I feel kinda bad that I fell asleep. I mean after the initial shock wore off, I just got a bit desensitized & then was out like a light.
Eep (to Mouse): It's alright. It wasn't really worth watching.
Mouse (to Eep): From what I saw it was a pretty terrible movie... I don't know why anyone likes it.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Well. I don't know either, but I'm guessing the sex scenes have something to do with it.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... Umm, how are you holding up from seeing all of that?
Eep (to Mouse): I, uh, I don't know… honestly.
Mouse (to Eep): I wish there was something I could say.
Eep (to Mouse): No, it's alright. I mean, I'll be alright. I'm not thrilled at the moment, But, I'll be alright. I've been through worse. It's OK.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, if you need anything, just let me know. I love you.
Eep (to Mouse): I will. I love you too. Thank you, by the way. It was... This was a lot easier with you there, you know.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, do remember going to a place called 'The Chapel on the Rock' last weekend? I seem to have a charge on my credit card… It's probably just an error... I'm gonna dispute the charge.
Vincent (to Poppy): Chapel on the Rock? Doesn't sound familiar, but then we didn't spend a lot of time terribly lucid. Check ur camera pics.
Poppy (to Vincent): It looks like the only pictures I have in my camera are from the hot tub & the room...
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, THOSE pictures. Hee hee. Those were some delightful photos.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I will cherish those pictures. Could you check your phone, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): I don't see anything... Didn't we go into a church and make out at one point?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... yes we did. It was all lit up for the holidays... very romantic.
Vincent (to Poppy): Did we BUY something there? I don't remember leaving w/ anything.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I honestly don't remember.
Vincent (to Poppy): We cld call them & ask if we bought something. U shld B able 2 find their # frm the bill or online.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'll do that right now, honey... … … … … … For some reason, whatever it is was sent to your address, but they couldn't tell me what it was over the phone. Something about needing confirmation.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, that's strange. The mystery continues. I'll let U know when I rcv it.
A few hours later:
Mouse (to Eep): Here, I think you've earned this... maybe, it'll cheer you up.
Eep (to Mouse): Wow. I have to say, you pull off the uber look SO much better than I do.
Mouse (to Eep): God, really? I think I used my entire eyeliner pencil in one go.
Eep (to Mouse): God. Yes. OK. Me in lipstick? Let me tell you how great that looked when my beard started growing in. Also, I lived in south Florida at the time. Let me tell you how great all that makeup looked when it hit the humidity.
Mouse (to Eep): I can only imagine... I just remember Izzy being so pissed at me when I dressed like that. She had planned for us to go out on a double date. And, I thought the guy she wanted me to go with was a tool. So, 2 hours before the date I shaved my head & put on that makeup.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Wow. I can't say I would have been disappointed if it had been me.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, sadly it was not you... Hell, I would have liked it to have been you. I pretty much fucked with him the whole night, talking about how I wanted to buy a hearse & sleep in a coffin. Izzy was mortified... I thought it was funny.
Eep (to Mouse): God, tell me about it. Maddie HATED it if I looked a little too "out there." Unless I was going to somehow see her parents, that is. Then she wanted me to goth it up as much as possible. Yeah. Her parents kinda hated me, much to her delight. To be fair, I think it was more because I wasn't white enough, rather than because of how I dressed.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, my Nan would have liked you. She hated the way I dressed, but it was mostly because she didn't want me to hide my face. She understood that it was my way of expressing myself, and she never said I couldn't. So, did you dress that way to get a rise out of Maddie or did you conform?
Eep (to Mouse): Neither, actually. I just kept dressing the same. I got enough shit from my dad and brothers to let her bother me too much.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, I would have liked you in school... we could have awkwardly stared at each other at lunch, while your girlfriend & my best friend acted exasperated over our dressing habits. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): God. Yeah. We could have tried to avoid making eye contact in the halls.
Mouse (to Eep): I would have probably written poetry about you, really bad poetry... that I would never show anyone. And, anytime we stood near each other, I would have tried to make myself invisible.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, I for one am glad we met now. I was a mess when I was a kid.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, me too.
Eep (to Mouse): Fuck. Clearly. We both saw evidence of that last night.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, I have to admit that watching that made me a bit sad...
Eep (to Mouse): I'm sorry.
Mouse (to Eep): Don't be... You were clearly hurting & miserable. I care about you. It made me feel bad & wish that I had been around to help you through it.
Eep (to Mouse): Wow. I, uh... Wow. Of all the reactions I was thinking you might have to that stupid shit... Um, thanks. You're... Um, thanks. But, it's OK. I got through it then. And, um, you are helping me. Get through it, I mean.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, I wasn't really expecting that to be my reaction, either. And, I'm glad I can help... even though I did fall asleep.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I'm, um, kinda glad you fell asleep, actually. You missed... Well, you missed, um, there was this, uh, party scene... Anyway, whatever.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I need to start getting ready for work... do you need a ride or are you set for one?
Eep (to Mouse): I could use a ride, if you don't mind. I, uh, I'm still kinda avoiding Wanda. I'm trying not to, but...
Mouse (to Eep): No problem, I can come get you on my way.
Delia (to Vincent): sooo. You and I need to do a coffee before shift sometime. I want to hear about your trip while we're not both still drunk.
Vincent (to Delia): It's a date. What's up, hon?
Delia (to Vincent): I miss you and want to hear about what's going on with you outside the bar. It’s usually too busy to talk at work. I want to gossip damns it! Lol
Vincent (to Delia): & U know I love 2 gossip. ;-}
Delia (to Vincent): Is it weird that I treat you like a girl friend? Or is it awesome? I can never tell.
Vincent (to Delia): Awesome. I'm always awesome. ;-}
Delia (to Vincent): This is true. Although I just realized that this makes me your hag. lol
Poppy (to Delia): Pardon me, but i think I'll be the judge of who's Vincent’s hag. ;-)
Delia (to Poppy & Vincent): Of course, of course. Where should I submit my application then?
Vincent (to Poppy & Delia): Ladies. Ladies. Ur both FAR 2 lovely 2 B my hags.
Delia (to Vincent): ha! I thank you for the compliment but I'll defer to you lady's judgment.
Poppy (to Delia): Oh honey, I'm just teasing...
Delia (to Poppy): hehe I figured. Still, I'll fill out an app for the role if you send me one.
Vincent (to Poppy & Delia): I do 2! I also hope it involves makeouts.
Poppy (to Delia): Oh well, it's a very rigorous process... Very rigorous. I hope you can handle it.
Delia (to Vincent): with her or you? I love you and all but your a little scrawnier than I like my men, no offense. (to Poppy) hmm.. I see. Well, I feel like I'm up for a challenge.
Vincent (to Delia): Either or. & U know I'm gorgeous. U can admit it. It won't make working 2gether weird. I promise.
Delia (to Vincent): you are and I love you. But still…
Vincent (to Delia): Oh, hun. U know I'm just teasing.
Poppy (to Delia): Excellent, honey, I'll send the written part of the application to you .The oral portion of the application will be later :)
Delia (to Poppy): Ooo.. I'll look forward to it.
Vincent (to Poppy & Delia): I like where this is going.
An hour later:
Mouse: It is too early in the evening for someone to be requesting VNV Nation or Apoptygma Berzerk... Who are these people?
Vincent (to Mouse): What R these ppl requesting 2nite?
Mouse (to Vincent): Lots of industrial & 3 requests for NIN, and its a bit too early to hit the crowd with that.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oy. Put on something from the 4AD catalogue just 2 annoy them.
Leon (to Mouse & Vincent): When is it ever too early for some good grind? As long as the crowd is dancing. I had that Berserk queue'd already.
Mouse (to Leon): Typical boy DJ always wanting to blow your wad at 9pm... (to Vincent): I think I'll play some Tear Garden...
Vincent (to Mouse): YES. Pls. It's 2 early 4 stomping.
Leon (to Mouse): I'm always ready to get down to the FUN stuff.
Mouse (to Leon): I'm sorry, but I like a little foreplay before the fun stuff... I'm silly like that.
Leon (to Mouse): And you would apologize for that WHY? Just because I'm ready to dive in doesn't mean you shouldn't toy with them for a while… (to Vincent) Every time you come out from behind the bar, I can't help but marvel at how tight those pants are. DAMN.
Vincent (to Leon): Damn straight. When U've got it, U flaunt it.
Leon (to Vincent): Is THAT why Delia keeps leaning forward onto the bar when she delivers a drink?
Vincent (to Leon): U have 2 ask? It's called working the crowd, hon. ;-}
Two hours later:
Mouse: Geez, it's apparently the night for a rousing game of ‘hit on the freaky chicks’...
Delia (to Mouse): Oh dear. Which one is it this time?
Mouse (to Delia): The group of guys sitting at the table to the left of the bar... They're looking to score with freaky chicks.
Delia (to Mouse): ...the ones that think tattoo art shirts make them look edgy? Gross.
Mouse (to Delia): yeah, those would be the ones...
Delia (to Mouse): hopefully they'll leave before close. I don't relish trying to get home with them hanging around.
Mouse (to Delia): We'll leave in a group, if need be.
Delia (to Mouse): oh lord here they come. Hold on while I smile and tell them again we still don't stock pbr.
Mouse (to Delia): God, they’re such tools.
Delia (to Mouse): oh good. Finally got rid of them. One of them thought an appropriate tip was his phone #. Thanks I'll just put that in the bank.
Vincent (to Mouse): How is ur beau doing? I meant 2 ask, & I can't tell if he's more or less sullen than usual.
Mouse (to Vincent): Why don't you ask him, yourself?
Vincent (to Mouse): I wasn't sure if it wld freak him out or not 2 have me ask. I'm trying 2 B considerate.
Mouse (to Vincent): Awww, that's really sweet of you. I told him that if he needed anything to let me know, so I was just giving him space.
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, I don't want 2 crowd him. How R U holding up?
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm ok, I suppose.
Vincent (to Mouse): U sure? U look a little upset 2nite.
Mouse (to Vincent): Just dealing with tools... I think after NYE, I need to take a mini vacation.
Vincent (to Mouse): OK. Sweetie. If U say so. If U need 2 talk urself, I'm here 4 U.
Mouse (to Vincent): Thanks, I'm really fine... Do YOU need to talk about something?
Eep (to Delia & Mouse): Hey. Are those dicks at the end of the bar being obnoxious. Jules or I could kick them out.
Mouse (to Eep): Other than each one of them taking a turn propositioning me, they're fine... Obnoxious, but fine.
Delia (to Eep & Mouse): so far just obnoxious. But you might wanna keep an eye on ‘em.
Leon (to Mouse & Delia): Hey, these shoulders aren't just for show. Let me know if someone needs to be shown the door.
Delia (to Leon): Aw, thanks. If they don't leave can you give me a lift home?
Leon (to Delia): No problem, babe. I'll make sure those jackholes leave you alone and see that you get home in one piece.
Delia (to Leon): Oh, ah..thanks. its not far. Usually just a short bus ride or a middling walk away.
Eep (to Delia & Mouse): Fuckers. I am SO not in the mood for frat boys gawking at the freaks tonight. Lemme know if you need us.
An hour or so later:
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, the guy with the cobra t-shirt just asked me if I was shaved "everywhere"... Kick him out please.
Vincent (to Eep & Mouse): WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED? (to Mouse) I just had 2 pull ur b/f off some douche in a GI Joe shirt.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh god, that was totally my fault... That guy asked me an inappropriate question, so I asked Eep to kick him out.
Vincent (to Mouse): I've NVR seen him that angry.
Mouse (to Vincent): Shit.
Delia: Duuuuude... that sure was a thing... I'm not sure I've seen such a quick turn around from douche posturing to tears.
Vincent (to Eep): What just happened?
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god... Are you okay?
Eep (to Vincent): God. Fuck. I'm sorry. I just... He was just being a dick, and he just, uh, he just said something that set me off. I'm on edge. Sorry. (to Mouse) God. I just... Um, I don't know. I just tried to kick some guy's ass. I, uh, I usually don't do that. That's not normal. For me. I'm kinda a little freaked out.
Vincent (to Eep): It's fine. Ur fine. I spoke 2 Jules. He clearly provoked U & Jules had U off him B4 U cld do any damage.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm an idiot... I am so sorry that I asked you to deal with that. I should have just asked Jules.
Eep (to Mouse): You're not an idiot for asking me to do my damn job. I'm ok. I'm ok. I think.
