Poppy (to Robert): Honey, I just wanted to tell you that I had a wonderful time hanging out with you & Wanda the other night.
Robert (to Poppy): It was my pleasure, and quite an interesting night, to be sure.
Poppy (to Robert): Honey, if you ever want to have drinks sometime, there's a wonderful martini bar in my building. Plus, there's a bevvy of sharp-dressed men that hang out there, very good eye candy.
Robert (to Poppy): I'm more a sports bar/pub kind of gentleman, myself, but generally I can make myself at home anywhere. Provided there's a decent beer on tap, of course.
Poppy (to Robert): Of course, honey... I don't mean to sound ignorant, but what's a sports bar?
Robert (to Poppy): It's a bar people go to watch sports, scream at the TV and drink beer. It's favored by men, generally speaking. You're a bit too up town to frequent such a working class environment, I think.
Poppy (to Robert): I'll have to take your word for it, honey. Well, we can always go back to the club, honey. Plus, I love to see the look of panic on Eep's face whenever I walk in.
Robert (to Poppy): Ha ha! As tempting as tormenting my taciturn roomie makes it, I don't really think the club is my scene. Of course, if I sell a local interest piece on it, you might see quite a lot of me at Dracula's Daughter.
Poppy (to Robert): Oooh, honey, have you spoken to the folks at 'A Modest Spectacle'?
Robert (to Poppy): I have not. I contacted a few editors I've worked with in the past first. So far, no nibbles. I'll hit them next. Do you know anyone on staff? Vincent was bragging about how well connected you are.
Poppy (to Robert): Oh yes, honey, I know the editor, Lindsay Herndon. He shares my love of avant garde cinema & the 1920's-30's. The magazine did a wonderful writeup about the NYE event that Mouse spun for me. If you mention my name, I wouldn't be at all surprised if they said yes to your story.
Robert (to Poppy): Thank you very much! I'll contact her this afternoon, and drop your name without hesitation or shame. Now, I believe I owe you several strong drinks at the establishment of your choice.
Poppy (to Robert): Honey, I can do one better... there's a cocktail party on Thursday with a bunch of editors & publicity folks. Wanna be my date? I could get you actual face time with Lindsay, not to mention several other editors.
Robert (to Poppy): That would be outstanding. I promise I won't embarrass you too terribly.
Poppy (to Robert): Wonderful, honey, I'll email you the details.
Robert (to Poppy): Wonderful!
An hour or so later:
Poppy: I wish I had a handsome man visit me at work... instead I have a pair of the world's oldest girls!
Leon (to Poppy): I could swing by your office and take you out to lunch. Just to get you away for a little while. Also makes for good gossip.
Poppy (to Leon): Oh honey, I wish I could say yes, really I do! But, sadly, I have a lunch meeting. But, I'm free for dinner... ;-)
Leon (to Poppy): While I think having a sharp dressed black man show up for lunch might have been funnier, dinner does sound nice. Seven?
Poppy (to Leon): So, is your lovely lady joining us? That does sound lovely, honey. See you then! (to Vincent) Hey honey, you interested in joining me & Leon for dinner tonight?
Vincent (to Poppy): Ooo! I'd love 2! What time?
Poppy (to Vincent): 7pm, honey...
Vincent (to Poppy): Sounds faboo! Txt me the details.
Poppy (to Vincent): Will do, honey...
Robert (to Mouse): So, my roommate gave me a bit of a hard time for my early morning interrogation of you yesterday. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I promise I'm not doing a tabloid-style investigation of local goth DJs.
Mouse (to Robert): Oh no, that wasn't it, at all. He had just mentioned to me that you're often gathering research and I was curious. I hope he wasn't too snappy at you, he's a little overprotective sometimes. Well, I'm sure you know.
Robert (to Mouse): If Eep wasn't snippy when discussing his feelings, I'd be worried he'd been taken over by an alien being. He's a tall, scowling, chain-smoking mother hen. It's hilarious, and one of his better qualities.
Mouse (to Robert): It makes me giggle how one minute he's scowling & complaining and then the next he's asking if you're warm enough? It's cute.
Robert (to Mouse): He has a hard time expressing himself verbally, so that's how he compensates. I'm glad he's with someone who recognizes and appreciates that. I'll admit, I was worried when our roomie started dating. I'm glad "Ma" and I didn't send you screaming for the hills with our behavior.
Mouse (to Robert): Well, at first, I was thinking about it... especially after my punching Wanda, which I still feel a little bad about but, once I realized that you both are the closest thing he has to a caring family, it all made sense. I understand why Eep has trouble, I just tend to express myself for good or bad, not hold it in when I get uncomfortable. I think both ways aren't really all that great, but I'm hoping to find a good balance.
Robert (to Mouse): Don't feel too badly about hitting Wanda. I love her, but she's even more clueless than Eep in a lot of ways. Sometimes, she deserves a good smacking.
Mouse (to Robert): Well, that's good to know. :-) So, I have to ask... How & why did you end up spending the evening with Poppy? The curiosity has been killing me. I didn't realize you even knew her... though, I probably shouldn't be surprised.
Robert (to Mouse): Actually, we had never met before that night. We introduced ourselves to one another via Twitter. I'd heard about her from Vincent and vice versa. She invited me out for drinks at your club. Clubs aren't really my thing, but I was curious.
Mouse (to Robert): She's definitely something, isn't she? What did you think of her? You should try it on a weekday, it's more like a bar on those nights - no DJ, more casual dress, generally kind of chill. The weekends we usually go all out, so it can be a little overwhelming to a newcomer.
Robert (to Mouse): I think she talks a bigger game than she plays, and she has an ego to match your brother's.
Mouse (to Robert): You are clearly a wise man for spotting all that after only one meeting.
Robert (to Mouse): Or, I'm an observant one, but if you'd prefer to believe I'm clever, I won't argue with you.
Mouse (to Robert): I thought calling you clever was nicer. :-)
Robert (to Mouse): Again, I won't argue. with anyone paying me a compliment. ;-)
Several hours later:
Mouse (to Eep): Hey handsome, what are your plans for the evening?
Eep (to Mouse): None at the moment. Just making dinner. Have you eaten yet?
Mouse (to Eep): Not yet. I was making some garbage bread... what are you making? Want to eat together?
Eep (to Mouse): Garbage bread? I'm guessing it tastes better than it sounds. I'm not making anything fancy. Beans, sausage & rice.
Mouse (to Eep): It's kind of like a calzone only you use bread dough. My Nan used to make it & I was feeling a bit nostalgic. It's only got a couple more minutes left in the oven. Interested in a trade?
Eep (to Mouse): Wow. That sounds REALLY good. Hell yeah, I'd be interested in a trade.
Mouse (to Eep): I'll bring a loaf over when it's done... So, how was the yog, today? Was it so busy that you ran out?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Work was not even remotely busy. *I* was busy. My boss had me mucking out the fridge where we defrost the yog all day. That was... yeah. That's why I'm making beans & rice. It's easy and quick enough that I don't have to think about it.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, I'm sorry. That does not sound pleasant at all… So, after dinner, you wanna go for a walk & get coffee with me? My treat.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. That sounds great. Heh. What did I do to warrant a coffee?
Mouse (to Eep): Nothing. I just missed you. I guess I'm just in a sappy mood.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Uh... Heh. Well, I'm not gonna give you too hard a time for liking and missing me.
Mouse (to Eep): Really? But, you usually do... who are you & what have you done with the real Eep?
Eep (to Mouse): You caught me. I'm actually a yog zombie. And I didn't say anything about your taste. I just said that I wouldn't give you a hard time for them. :p
Mouse (to Eep): You are, indeed, a wily one with your crafty word play. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I'm known for my crafty word play.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh man, I have no snappy retort to that... I'll just have to make do with telling you the bread's out of the oven. :-) When would you like me to bring it over?
Eep (to Mouse): Whenever. Beans & sausage are done. I've got them simmering while I wait on the rice. I wouldn't mind you keeping me company in the kitchen. See ya in a few.
An hour or two later:
Vincent (to Mouse): Srry sweetie! I missed ur call. I was taking a shower & getting ready 4 dinner.
Mouse (to Vincent): No worries, it wasn't important.
Vincent (to Mouse): What r u up 2 this evening?
Mouse (to Vincent): Presently, Eep & I are getting coffee. What are you up to?
Vincent (to Mouse): Going out 2 dinner w/ Poppy, Delia & Leon. U 2 want 2 join us 4 dessert, or will u b "busy"? ;-}
Mouse (to Vincent): Thanks for the invite, but I think we're going to have a quiet evening.
Vincent (to Mouse): Rlly? R u now?
Mouse (to Vincent): Are you trying to imply something, little brother?
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, I cld come rite out & say that I don't want 2 disturb ur evening of passionate love making... But I don't want 2 insult ur delicate sensibilities. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): We were actually just going to watch a movie... But, if you wanna imagine our passionate lovemaking, go for it. Weirdo.
Vincent (to Mouse): Now who's trying 2 distract who? Rlly, I was just trying 2 b a brotherly pain in ur butt.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh, I know.
Vincent (to Mouse): U OK, sweetie?
Mouse (to Vincent): Yeah, I'm just being a little wiggy after you mentioned that you thought Eep was being overly attentive... I wonder if he's still feeling guilty.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh sweetie! I didn't meant 2 make u feel anxious. Knowing ur beau, he prolly does still feel guilty. If the drama he carries w/ him is any indication, he will 4 a while, I think. OR, he cld finally feel comfortable & relaxed arnd u & he's let his guard down more.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, I'll just hope that it's the second choice.
Vincent (to Mouse): I hope so 2, sweetie. Have u tried talking 2 him abt it, or is saying "hey, how come ur being so nice?" 2 weird?
Mouse (to Vincent): I've tried to ask him a couple of times, but I'm worried that it might make it stop & I like him being happy.
Vincent (to Mouse): So then don't wrry abt it so much. Just enjoy it.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm trying to, but I just keep wondering if he's faking it, which is why I've been feeling crazy. I think I might be insane. Anyway, enough about my crazy brain...
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, whatever his motivations, I can assure u, sister dearest, that he's not "faking it." Have u ever seen that man try 2 lie? He's not crafty enough 2 do it w/ any quality. He starts blushing & twitching.
An hour or so later:
Mouse (to Vincent): How's your double date going?
Vincent (to Mouse): The double date is going smashing (aside frm all the parts where I kept txting my sister). The waitress is VRY attentive. We have an ongoing bet abt whether it's me, Leon , Delia or Poppy that she finds attractive.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm glad it's going well, I'll let you get back to it.
Vincent (to Mouse): OK, sweetie. Call me if u need me, K? I'll let u know who won the bet. ;-}
Mouse (to Vincent): I can hardly wait. (to Eep) What was the 3rd thing I was supposed to pick up from the store? Beer, cookies and ?
Vincent (to Mouse): I know u'll b waiting w/ baited breath.
Eep (to Mouse): Shit! I don't remember. Popcorn? Chips? Snacks? Bakery fresh muffins? Tequila?
Mouse (to Eep): You should have just come with me & saved me from my defective brain, instead of tidying up the kitchen like a nice roommate.
Eep (to Mouse): I don't know how much help I would have been. My brain's not working much better. Besides, I gotta do something to remind Robert and Wanda why they room with me. :p
Mouse (to Eep): I think they're getting a pretty good deal, if you cook & tidy up all the time. But, then I'm biased. :-) Well then, cookies, beer & maybe, some champagne?
Eep (to Mouse): Well, I used to work the least, and Robert always gave me a break on the rent cause my jobs kinda always sucked so, you know. Wait. Doesn't champagne make you kinda, uh... frisky? Not that I'd complain!
Mouse (to Eep): I was just seeing, if you were paying attention... but I got a bottle of bubbly, anyway. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Um, yeah. You got my attention.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I can't remember what the other is, so I'm getting in line. I'll be home shortly. Can I ask you a stupid question?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Sure. But only if I can give you a stupid answer. Kidding! Kidding. Sorry. What do you wanna ask?
Mouse (to Eep): Fair enough... Are you happy? I mean, you seem like you are, but I've got a touch of the dumb.
Eep (to Mouse): Wait. You mean with you?
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah... I know it's stupid to ask. But, I guess I just kinda wanted to hear it. I've been a little worried that the reason you've been so attentive & affectionate is because you still feel guilty.
Eep (to Mouse): No, no. It's not stupid. Uh, yeah. I, um... I know I'm not good with this kinda shit. Sorry. But, um, yes.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh good, me too.
Eep (to Mouse): I don't remember the last time I was this happy. And yeah, I do still feel kinda guilty. More like an idiot, actually.
Mouse (to Eep ): I wish you would stop beating yourself up about that... I think we were broken up for a shorter period than Vincent & Poppy were married.
Eep (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! Yeah. Yeah. I think you're right. Heh.
Mouse (to Eep): Please, don't ever tell Vincent I said that... he would kill me. :-P I had promised him I wouldn't make jokes about it, anymore.
Eep (to Mouse): I won't utter a word. Promise. Still a little sensitive about it, is he?
Mouse (to Eep): Just a smidge... he told me the annulment went through so it no longer exists & then he made anobscure star wars reference that I didn't understand.
Eep (to Mouse): Um, I didn't think I was acting too different, but I guess I was just feeling grateful? I mean, I KNOW I was feeling grateful. I kinda live with my foot in my mouth, so, uh... I guess I was just super glad you forgave me. Kinda made me realized what a lucky son of a bitch I am.
Mouse (to Eep): Of course, I forgave you, I'm in love with you...
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I know. Again, I'm a lucky son of a bitch. I love you too.
Mouse (to Eep): Don't get me wrong, I was prepared to run away & never speak to you again, if you hadn't changed your mind. But, Vincent & Poppy were sabotaging my plans, which I'm now quite thankful about... I don't really want to go on tour again.
Eep (to Mouse): God I know. I was a real fucking moron. And I wouldn't have made you move away. That wouldn't be fair to Vincent or anyone else. I, uh, I was actually planning to go back to Florida so you wouldn't have had to see me.
Mouse (to Eep): God. Don't ever do that.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Really. Apparently I wanted to make sure I was gonna be as miserable as possible.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, can we make a promise to each other that if we do ever break up, neither one of us has to move? I mean, I hope it never comes to that...
Eep (to Mouse): God, me too! But, um, I agree. If we end up splitting, yeah, if we break up, neither one of us moves.
Mouse (to Eep): Ok, now on to better things... I'm home with cookies & booze.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh, uh, heh. Cool. I'm still in the kitchen. Brewing coffee. Doors open. Come on in.
Mouse (to Eep): Okay... um, Wanda has planted herself firmly on the couch. And, she's grinning at me... and wants to ask me about Poppy.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh dear God. RUN! What the fuck does she wanna know about Poppy? Want me to come out there?
Mouse (to Eep): She's scaring me… You may need to come out here.
Eep (to Mouse): OK. Um, OK. I know a way to distract her. Just... don't judge me. She has this... fetish? Fantasy? I dunno. Just be prepared to run into my room when I walk out of the kitchen. And... Um, I'm already sorry. This is so fucking dumb...
Mouse (to Eep): Ok... Why do I have a feeling I'm not going to like this?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. It's some romantic novel bullshit. It's... I'm gonna "accidentally" spill coffee on my shirt. And come out of the kitchen pulling it off while I complain about it staining. Like I said, be prepped to run. On my way out.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, if it gets me out this, I'm game.
3 minutes later:
Mouse (to Eep): So, now that I'm in your room, how are you going to be saved from her?
Eep (to Mouse): I'll be there in a second. Her brain will kick back on in a second and she'll realize it's me. Ummm... I mean, she usually does. She's just STARING at me. And ignoring everything I say. Uhhhhh, this is new. What the fuck?
Mouse (to Robert): Can you please go out to the living room and save Eep from Wanda? His escape plan backfired.
Robert (to Mouse): Oh lord. Did he try to distract her by taking his shirt off?
Mouse (to Robert): Yes... so, he's done this sort of thing before?
Robert (to Mouse): I'm finishing up a paragraph, and then I'll go out and "save" him.
Mouse (to Robert): That's fine... I think he may need to suffer a little bit. She was grilling me about Poppy for some odd reason.
Robert (to Mouse): I think he's only done it on purpose once. The first time it happened, it was completely innocent. It took me like 30 minutes to explain why a guy stripping his shirt off in the living room was a fantasy to some people.
Mouse (to Robert): Wow.
Robert (to Mouse): It took almost another hour to explain why HIM stripping off his shirt might be attractive to someone. He's genuinely oblivious.
Mouse (to Robert): I mean, I've seen his chest... and I still stopped for a second until I remembered that I was supposed to be leaving the room. (to Eep) Any luck making your escape, handsome?
Eep (to Mouse): NO. I keep trying to leave, and keep mentioning how you're waiting for me, and she STILL keeps yammering at me. I've told her to shut the fuck up like 5 times.
Robert (to Mouse): OK, I'm sending your man over to you. I've taken his shirt away from him as an apology for Wanda.
Mouse (to Robert): Thank you.
Robert (to Mouse): Not a problem. I may ask you to repay me back with an interview later. ;-)
Mouse (to Robert): I think I can handle an interview...
Robert (to Mouse): Also, do me a favor, and explain to my poor, innocent roommmate... why an attractive man taking off his shirt is not an effective method of distraction when dealing with a pervert.
Mouse (to Robert): I will do my best with the explanation, though all the perverts I know will be mad at me. :-P
Robert (to Mouse): Very good! And tell the perverts you know to save their perversion for someone who can appreciate it. It's what I do.
1.31.2012
1.30.2012
A Strange New Day: Day 25
Poppy: You know what? Relationship are like sharks. If you're not left with several bite marks, then something's wrong.
Mouse (to Poppy): Oh dear god, it is too early for this...
Poppy (to Mouse): Oh honey, don't be such a prude... and by prude, I mean boring, and by boring, I mean you...
Eep (to Mouse): Don't acknowledge her. It only makes her evil grow. How are you doing today, pretty lady?
Mouse (to Eep): Wondering if last night was a weird dream... What the hell was up with Wanda & Poppy? And, it was so odd to see Robert there.
Eep (to Mouse): Right? I have no damn clue. I know Wanda was fucking wasted. When I got home last, her and Robert were still up and drinking beers on the couch. She shouted that she was a dirty old woman as soon as I walked in the door, then laughed so hard she fell over. Apparently part of the alure of Poppy is that she's dating Vincent and they are "the sex" as a couple. Which is gross. Really gross.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, they are adorable together, they're like a Cadbury Egg of Perv. All cute & innocent on the outside, but inside... ugh. I didn't even realize that Wanda was into girls... or is Poppy the first? Wait... I'm not sure I want to know.
Eep (to Mouse): Honestly, I don't know either. I know she likes guys & I know she had at least 1 girlfriend in that past, so... Shit. I dunno. And I still have no idea what Robert was doing there.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, he seemed to be watching you quite a bit... I thought I saw him take out a notebook at one point, but I got distracted.
Eep (to Mouse): God. He does that. CONSTANTLY. But, if I find out he's using me for research again...
Mouse (to Eep): Wait. He's used you for research before?
Eep (to Mouse): YES. Once for a magazine article about communal living and "your family of peers." And there was one short story with a very familiar sounding main character. It's the perils of living with a writer. According to him, that is. I've learned to stop reading his shit.
Mouse (to Eep): So, what you're telling me is that I should have been a little suspicious about him chatting with me on the porch this morning?
Eep (to Mouse): Maybe. It's tough to say with him. He's a fucking redheaded sphinx. What was he talking to you about?
Mouse (to Eep): Just normal "getting to know you" type questions... Where did I grow up? Did I go to college? Did I like deejaying? But, now that you mention that... it makes me realize he didn't really offer up anything about himself.
Eep (to Mouse): God. Also typical. I'm gonna find out what he's up to. (to Robert): OK. What the fuck are you up to? You're not getting research for anything, are you?
Mouse (to Eep): I mean, I don't mind being used as a character study for a story, I'd just like to know that's what he's doing.
Robert (to Eep): Foever and always. I'm never not gathering research. But, to answer the question you're not asking, maybe. I think I could do a nice write up on the club where hou work.
Eep (to Robert): What? And you weren't gonna ask anyone?
Robert (to Eep): Of course I was going to ask permission. I had to hit up a couple of my contacts to see if there would be any interest first. I'm not going to waste my time writing something I can't sell.
Eep (to Robert): And that's why you were giving Mouse the 3rd degree this morning?
Robert (to Eep): No. I was asking, because I was interested. Each time I've had a chance to talk to her, Wanda was either on a tear or you were being so anxious and suspicious of my motives, she clammed up.
Eep (to Robert): Oh.
Robert (to Eep): Honestly, I hadn't even considered it until Vincent forwarded me that Coyote Ugly video this morning.
Eep (to Robert): What Coyote Ugly video?
Robert (to Eep): It's Vincent & the other bartender doing a dance on the bar at your club. It's up on YouTube.
Eep (to Robert): Oh my fucking God.
Robert (to Eep): It looks pretty popular, actually.
Eep (to Robert): Of course it is... Wait. If you only decided to write something this morning, Why were you at the club last nite?
Robert (to Eep): Because Poppy invited me. I was curious to see what kind of a creature would date our Vincent.
Eep (to Mouse): Did you know Vincent & Delia have some video of their dance the other night up on YouTube?
Mouse (to Eep): They do? God, there's going to be no living with either of them...
Eep (to Mouse): And it's popular, apparently.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, that's nice... it's bad enough that people think goth club's are filled with freaky chicks that'll put out. Ugh.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. And Robert admitted that he's interested in writing something up about the club, but only if he can find a publisher. He said he was only talking to you this morning because he was interested.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, that's a load off my mind, after what you said about being his research, I was a little worried.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Well, don't be too relieved. You still may end up in one of his stories one day.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, all I ask is that he tells me he's doing it. That way, I'll be prepared to make stuff up. :-P (to Delia & Vincent) Which one of you posted the video on youtube?
Vincent (to Mouse): We r innocent! It was posted & filmed by 1 of the patrons that nite. I may have bragged abt it a bit, just a little, but I wasn't the 1 who posted it.
Delia (to Mouse): neither of us actually. I found it the morning after. Apparently its got satanica in a snit.
Mouse (to Delia & Vincent): Has Sasha seen it?
Delia (to Mouse & Vincent): That I'm not sure about. But, we kept it pg13, the bar seemed a little busier last night and its well received. Soooo... so far seems to have done more good then harm.
Vincent (to Mouse & Delia): I don't know. I was a bit afraid 2 ask w/ everything else that's going on. I'm sure he has. Our unknown videotographer tagged it as being @ Drac's Daughter. Plus, it's RLLY annoying Satanica.
Mouse (to Delia & Vincent): Well, that's good. I was actually wondering if it was Sasha that posted it.
Vincent (to Mouse & Delia): U know, I wldn't b surprised. I guess we'll find out if he asks us 2 do it again nxt Fri. ;-} AND, as an added bonus, it's RLLY annoying Satanica.
Mouse (to Delia): Remember the "burlesque/variety show" we put on before Vincent worked at the bar and a video leaked out of it? We all thought it was a patron & it ended up being Sasha & Satanica got mad, because no one seemed to like her performance.
Delia (to Mouse): oh yeah! I forgot about that! Man was she ever pissed. Come to think of it, if it was sasha it would make a lot of sense.
Mouse (to Delia & Vincent): This might be part of his plan for dealing with the new club.
Delia (to Mouse & Vincent): if he were mad I think he'd have said something before now.
Mouse (to Delia & Vincent): My only concern is that we saw an increase in assholes after the last video leak. It leveled out after they realized we weren't going to do anything all that exciting except dance & drink.
Delia (to Mouse & Vincent): that's just a fact of the biz. They always show their ass. We can deal w/ it.
Vincent (to Mouse & Delia): I don't think we'll have 2 much trouble... I wonder is Sasha is willing 2 rethink his position on my assleaa chaps?
Mouse (to Vincent): Until the health code changes, I don't think so.
Vincent (to Mouse): Outrageous! I'm writing a letter 2 my Senator! I'll include a pic of my butt so they'll know y the code needs 2 change.
Mouse (to Vincent): Sweetie, if they allowed you to wear chaps, then they'd have to let everyone. Think about that for a minute... Plus, our patrons would simply pass out from the sheer fabulousness of your butt & we'd never make any money. :-D
Delia (to Vincent): yeah... besides. It might melt if it gets wet. We wouldn't want that.
Vincent (to Delia & Mouse): Well, I can't argue with that. ;-}
Mouse (to Poppy): Oh dear god, it is too early for this...
Poppy (to Mouse): Oh honey, don't be such a prude... and by prude, I mean boring, and by boring, I mean you...
Eep (to Mouse): Don't acknowledge her. It only makes her evil grow. How are you doing today, pretty lady?
Mouse (to Eep): Wondering if last night was a weird dream... What the hell was up with Wanda & Poppy? And, it was so odd to see Robert there.
Eep (to Mouse): Right? I have no damn clue. I know Wanda was fucking wasted. When I got home last, her and Robert were still up and drinking beers on the couch. She shouted that she was a dirty old woman as soon as I walked in the door, then laughed so hard she fell over. Apparently part of the alure of Poppy is that she's dating Vincent and they are "the sex" as a couple. Which is gross. Really gross.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, they are adorable together, they're like a Cadbury Egg of Perv. All cute & innocent on the outside, but inside... ugh. I didn't even realize that Wanda was into girls... or is Poppy the first? Wait... I'm not sure I want to know.
Eep (to Mouse): Honestly, I don't know either. I know she likes guys & I know she had at least 1 girlfriend in that past, so... Shit. I dunno. And I still have no idea what Robert was doing there.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, he seemed to be watching you quite a bit... I thought I saw him take out a notebook at one point, but I got distracted.
Eep (to Mouse): God. He does that. CONSTANTLY. But, if I find out he's using me for research again...
Mouse (to Eep): Wait. He's used you for research before?
Eep (to Mouse): YES. Once for a magazine article about communal living and "your family of peers." And there was one short story with a very familiar sounding main character. It's the perils of living with a writer. According to him, that is. I've learned to stop reading his shit.
Mouse (to Eep): So, what you're telling me is that I should have been a little suspicious about him chatting with me on the porch this morning?
Eep (to Mouse): Maybe. It's tough to say with him. He's a fucking redheaded sphinx. What was he talking to you about?
Mouse (to Eep): Just normal "getting to know you" type questions... Where did I grow up? Did I go to college? Did I like deejaying? But, now that you mention that... it makes me realize he didn't really offer up anything about himself.
Eep (to Mouse): God. Also typical. I'm gonna find out what he's up to. (to Robert): OK. What the fuck are you up to? You're not getting research for anything, are you?
Mouse (to Eep): I mean, I don't mind being used as a character study for a story, I'd just like to know that's what he's doing.
Robert (to Eep): Foever and always. I'm never not gathering research. But, to answer the question you're not asking, maybe. I think I could do a nice write up on the club where hou work.
Eep (to Robert): What? And you weren't gonna ask anyone?
Robert (to Eep): Of course I was going to ask permission. I had to hit up a couple of my contacts to see if there would be any interest first. I'm not going to waste my time writing something I can't sell.
Eep (to Robert): And that's why you were giving Mouse the 3rd degree this morning?
Robert (to Eep): No. I was asking, because I was interested. Each time I've had a chance to talk to her, Wanda was either on a tear or you were being so anxious and suspicious of my motives, she clammed up.
Eep (to Robert): Oh.
Robert (to Eep): Honestly, I hadn't even considered it until Vincent forwarded me that Coyote Ugly video this morning.
Eep (to Robert): What Coyote Ugly video?
Robert (to Eep): It's Vincent & the other bartender doing a dance on the bar at your club. It's up on YouTube.
Eep (to Robert): Oh my fucking God.
Robert (to Eep): It looks pretty popular, actually.
Eep (to Robert): Of course it is... Wait. If you only decided to write something this morning, Why were you at the club last nite?
Robert (to Eep): Because Poppy invited me. I was curious to see what kind of a creature would date our Vincent.
Eep (to Mouse): Did you know Vincent & Delia have some video of their dance the other night up on YouTube?
Mouse (to Eep): They do? God, there's going to be no living with either of them...
Eep (to Mouse): And it's popular, apparently.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, that's nice... it's bad enough that people think goth club's are filled with freaky chicks that'll put out. Ugh.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. And Robert admitted that he's interested in writing something up about the club, but only if he can find a publisher. He said he was only talking to you this morning because he was interested.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, that's a load off my mind, after what you said about being his research, I was a little worried.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Well, don't be too relieved. You still may end up in one of his stories one day.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, all I ask is that he tells me he's doing it. That way, I'll be prepared to make stuff up. :-P (to Delia & Vincent) Which one of you posted the video on youtube?
Vincent (to Mouse): We r innocent! It was posted & filmed by 1 of the patrons that nite. I may have bragged abt it a bit, just a little, but I wasn't the 1 who posted it.
Delia (to Mouse): neither of us actually. I found it the morning after. Apparently its got satanica in a snit.
Mouse (to Delia & Vincent): Has Sasha seen it?
Delia (to Mouse & Vincent): That I'm not sure about. But, we kept it pg13, the bar seemed a little busier last night and its well received. Soooo... so far seems to have done more good then harm.
Vincent (to Mouse & Delia): I don't know. I was a bit afraid 2 ask w/ everything else that's going on. I'm sure he has. Our unknown videotographer tagged it as being @ Drac's Daughter. Plus, it's RLLY annoying Satanica.
Mouse (to Delia & Vincent): Well, that's good. I was actually wondering if it was Sasha that posted it.
Vincent (to Mouse & Delia): U know, I wldn't b surprised. I guess we'll find out if he asks us 2 do it again nxt Fri. ;-} AND, as an added bonus, it's RLLY annoying Satanica.
Mouse (to Delia): Remember the "burlesque/variety show" we put on before Vincent worked at the bar and a video leaked out of it? We all thought it was a patron & it ended up being Sasha & Satanica got mad, because no one seemed to like her performance.
Delia (to Mouse): oh yeah! I forgot about that! Man was she ever pissed. Come to think of it, if it was sasha it would make a lot of sense.
Mouse (to Delia & Vincent): This might be part of his plan for dealing with the new club.
Delia (to Mouse & Vincent): if he were mad I think he'd have said something before now.
Mouse (to Delia & Vincent): My only concern is that we saw an increase in assholes after the last video leak. It leveled out after they realized we weren't going to do anything all that exciting except dance & drink.
Delia (to Mouse & Vincent): that's just a fact of the biz. They always show their ass. We can deal w/ it.
Vincent (to Mouse & Delia): I don't think we'll have 2 much trouble... I wonder is Sasha is willing 2 rethink his position on my assleaa chaps?
Mouse (to Vincent): Until the health code changes, I don't think so.
Vincent (to Mouse): Outrageous! I'm writing a letter 2 my Senator! I'll include a pic of my butt so they'll know y the code needs 2 change.
Mouse (to Vincent): Sweetie, if they allowed you to wear chaps, then they'd have to let everyone. Think about that for a minute... Plus, our patrons would simply pass out from the sheer fabulousness of your butt & we'd never make any money. :-D
Delia (to Vincent): yeah... besides. It might melt if it gets wet. We wouldn't want that.
Vincent (to Delia & Mouse): Well, I can't argue with that. ;-}
1.29.2012
A Strange New Day: Day 24
Mouse: Gah! Woke up to Greg sitting on the foot of my bed petting my cat. Apparently, we need to set some ground rules about his visits...
Delia (to Mouse): ...o.O. that would creepy just on an ex-bf basis. . Nevermind anything else.
Mouse (to Delia): You're telling me. So, not cool.
Delia (to Mouse): Apparently boundaries isn't something he grasps very well. But it does explain why Tesla was spazzing this morning.
Mouse (to Delia): Well, cats really like him for some weird reason... Otto was in heaven, you'd think Greg was coated in catnip.
Eep (to Mouse): Jesus! He did that to you too, huh? He scared the shit out of me this morning when I was shaving. He never had a good grasp of too early.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, let's just say if my hair wasn't already white, it would be now. Did he try to ask you a bunch of personal questions, too?
Eep (to Mouse): Really. I'm just glad I use an electric razor. I'm not sure what he was talking about, actually. He kept asking something about companionship, but I wasn't awake enough to process it. What was he asking you?
Mouse (to Eep): God, he asked me, why did I feel the need or "desire" to be with you? And, was it you specifically or just anyone?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh Christ. That's a conversation you wanna have first thing in the fucking morning.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, before coffee, not so good.
Eep (to Mouse): So, uh, what did you tell him? "Fuck off, Greg. It's too damn early?" Heh. I think that's what I said.
Mouse (to Eep): I told him that he needed to give me a couple hours & to come back.
Eep (to Mouse): So prep myself for an onslaught of uncomfortable questions fro Greg later. Got it.
Mouse (to Eep): Probably... sorry about this.
Eep (to Mouse): Don't worry about it. It's not your fault. Greg's been popping up like this since I was 15. I'm used to it. Besides, Leon needed the help and, well... Knowing my mom asked Greg to look in on me... It's dumb... but it's weirdly comforting, I guess?
Mouse (to Eep): Well, you've had a lot longer to get used to him showing up out of the blue, it's a little new to me... we didn't have that kind of relationship before. I guess, I'm just going to have to get used it.
Eep (to Mouse): Jesus. Yeah. It takes some getting usd to that's for sure. I'm sorry. You can always tell him to fuck off, you know. I do. All the time.
Mouse (to Eep): I would but it always makes me a little nervous to be rude to him, since the reason that I'm here is because of him, you know?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. No, I get that. But I figured if he had a real good grasp of rude, he wouldn't appear first thing in the morning.
Mouse (to Eep): True... maybe, I should give him etiquette lessons. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. He'd probably like that. Proper human interaction and all.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, you're probably right... Well, he's back, 20 question time...
Robert: I now have a Twitter account. Call it an exercise in brevity. This is the only social networking tool my severely taciturn roommate, Eep, will use. I thought that made it worth checking out. What could he be saying on here? The allure of mystery was too great to resist.
Eep (to Robert): So you got a Twitter account just to spy on me?
Robert (to Eep): Would I do a thing like that?
Eep (to Robert): Yes.
Robert (to Eep): Well, I can't argue with you when you're right. You've been on Twitter so often lately, you've made me curious.
Eep (to Robert): Hey, Robert. Fuck off.
Robert (to Eep): I love you too, roommate o' mine.
Poppy (to Robert): Hi there, honey! And, who might you be?
Robert (to Poppy): I don't think you and I have ever met face-to-face. I'm Eep's non-female roommate. I know your boyfriend Vincent as well.
Poppy (to Robert): Oh wait, honey, you're that Robert? I have heard SO much about you from Vincent.
Robert (to Poppy): Likewise. I think it's best we both agree, everything we've heard about one another from Vincent is complimentary. Of course, in your case, it's true. He borders on gushing about you. It's adorable.
Poppy (to Robert): Oh honey, I like you... I think you should be my new best friend!
Robert (to Poppy): Well, from what Vincent says, you drink too much, ogle too many men, and are a bit of an egomaniac. So we have a TON in common.
Poppy (to Robert): Oh honey, you are comin' in loud & queer! You should come to the club with me, tonight and we can dish, drink & ogle the bois. You can even bring your hag with you, if you'd like, honey.
Robert (to Poppy): Well, I don't really have the wardrobe for a goth club. I go with more the "casual slob" look. But, I would love to put a name to Vincent's braggadocios tales. Plus, it's always fun to harass poor, hapless Eep. Are they very strict about the dress code at Dracula's Daughter? And, by "hag," I assume you mean Wanda.
Poppy (to Robert): Is that her name, honey? I don't normally pay attention to other women's names... Do you have a black t-shirt & a pair of dark trousers?
Robert (to Poppy): I can do you one better. I believe I own a dark button up shirt and a pair of black jeans. Shall we consider it a date?
Poppy (to Robert): That will work, honey! Just make sure Wanda's not wearing the plaid ensemble I've heard about... If she wears that, it'll be a four day drive & a boat trip to a place called 'hope' before any hot bois want to talk to us.
Robert (to Poppy): I've never had Wanda's fashion choices inhibit me before, but I'll pass along the info: plaid has been banned.
Poppy (to Robert): Oh, I am so looking forward to it, honey.
Robert (to Poppy): I'll see you tonight. Look for a chubby redhead hanging out with a blue-haired waif.
Delia (to Vincent): ummmm... sugar butt? Not sure how to say this but. Well. Our little performance has made it onto youtube.
Vincent (to Delia): Oh dear. I don't know if Sasha is going to like that.
Delia (to Vincent): yeeeah. I mean.. he didn't seem too upset since we kept it pretty pg-13 last night. But.. still.
Vincent (to Delia): Well, I suppose we'll find out 2nite how he feels. Eek! Now, on 2 the important part. How many pg views does our video have & how many people r saying we're hotness incarnate?
Delia (to Vincent): heheh.. actually? It looks like it got put up a couple hours ago and there's a couple thousand views. But its tagged as 'goth coyote ugly' so make of it what you will. I don't normally read youtube comments but.. seems pretty well received. We'll just have to see if attendance spikes.
Vincent (to Delia): As if there was a doubt it would be well-received. ;-} Plus, it looks like we've upset poor ickle Satanica.
Delia (to Vincent): lord.. she probably is going to take it as a challenge then get herself in trouble for having nudity without a permit...
Vincent (to Delia): Here's hoping.
An hour or so later:
Eep (to Mouse): How's it going? Or do I not want to know?
Mouse (to Eep): Ok, I guess. I'm really tempted to give him a copy of that old 70's book 'What's Happening to me?' Some of these questions... sheesh.
Eep (to Mouse): God... I would say that's a good idea, but if you did, he'd probably ask us a million questions about what's in the book. I can just imagine the questions now, "Eep, have you noticed that you've developed 'secondary sex characteristics?'"
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I think we're done with questions for today... so, he may be coming your way. He seems to be more interested in the emotional aspect or at least, that's what he was asking me about... but who knows?
Eep (to Mouse): Great. Cause I'm so fucking good at talking about that. :p
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, well, how do you think I feel, my "ex" wants to talk to me and my present boyfriend about relationships? Talk about awkward.
A few minutes later:
Eep (to Mouse): God, this is about as bad as I thought it would be
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, what is he asking you about?
Eep (to Mouse): Uh... mostly, um, physical stuff. And how that "effects the emotional bond." God. You SO don't wanna know anything else.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm so sorry... Wow, that's not uncomfortable, at all!
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Remember when I said I didn't mind Greg visiting me? Fat Christ!
Several hours later:
Mouse (to Eep): Uh, is that Robert & Wanda sitting with Poppy?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh Jesus. Yes. Tonight is gonna be SO interesting. I was being sarcastic.
Mouse (to Eep): Is this Robert's first time here?
Eep (to Mouse): Yes.
Mouse (to Eep): Why after all of this time has he decided to come out? And, why is he hanging out with Poppy? No good can come of them hanging out together.
Delia (to Eep): ... is your roommate making eyes at Poppy? Are both your roommates gay?
Eep (to Delia): Fucked if I know. (to Robert) OK. Going goth are we? What the fuck are you doing here, Robert?
Poppy (to Mouse): Tell Eep to focus his outrage where it belongs... At his father. I like Robert, he's been getting us free drinks.
Eep (to Poppy): Ha ha. You're almost funny.
Robert (to Poppy, Mouse & Eep): That is my talent.
Poppy (to Robert): You are fabulous, honey... If I was a man, I'd totally take you home. (to Eep) honey, it's very rude to eavesdrop.
Eep (to Poppy): Stop talking about me then.
Robert (to Poppy): Heh. You're not the first straight girl to tell me that.
Delia (to Leon): ... wow. Was I that awkward before our first date? I think Eep's female roomie is trying to flirt w/ Poppy.
Poppy (to Robert): Oh honey, I may be straight but I'm not narrow... Is your hag mad at me? She keeps narrowing her eyes at me. (to Eep) Ooh honey, you wanna make your girlfriend jealous?
Eep (to Poppy): No.
Robert (to Poppy): Ha! Wanda really isn't my hag, and she's probably staring at you because she thinks you're cute.
Poppy (to Robert): Really? Well, if she was a boi, she'd totally be my type. (to Vincent) What do you think of Wanda, honey? (to Eep) Oh honey, trust me, in the end, this will be nothing but good for you...
Eep (to Poppy): Yeah... No.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ooo. Totes adorbz! She has 0 interest in me, tho. Tragically. ;-}
Delia (to Vincent): ...yeah but I think wanda likes your gf though... I've been watching this. Its awkward and weird.
Robert (to Poppy): Ha! She's drunk. Just ignore her. Unless, you don't want to, of course.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, she's apparently making eyes at me...
Vincent (to Poppy): Well who wldn't make eyes @ u, sweetness?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh honey, remember that fantasy I told you about?
Vincent (to Poppy): How can I forget it? What r u thinking?
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, what about her? Or would that be weird?
Vincent (to Poppy): Rlly? Do u think she'd wear the costume?
Poppy (to Vincent): We're in negotiations now, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Godspeed. Remember: if she vetoes me, take lots & lots of pics!
Poppy (to Vincent): You don't wanna watch? That's not gonna be any fun without you, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hun, if she will let me watch, I'm more than willing.
Eep (to Mouse): God. Robert just keeps looking over at me and smirking.
Mouse (to Eep): I'd give you a hug, but I'm afraid the smirk would be bigger & there would, possibly, be more of them.
Eep (to Mouse): Fuck them both. I've had a weird fucking night. I would love a hug.
Mouse (to Eep): Alrighty then, I'll be right there.
Delia (to Leon): oh wow.. I am learning way more about Vincent and Poppy's intimate life then I want to know just by suggestive looks alone.
Leon (to Delia): Poppy is quite a creature. Flirts and makes out with everything even remotely attractive and shrugged off last weekend. Fun.
Delia (to Leon): in small doses? Yes. She's very much like espresso. Too much makes you crazy.
Mouse (to Eep): oh god, Robert & Wanda made song requests... They apparently don't seem to understand where they are.
Eep (to Mouse): God... Probably not.
Mouse (to Poppy): Could you & Wanda please take your game of perv chicken outside? It's a bit distracting.
Poppy (to Mouse): Party pooper!
Robert (to Eep): This evening was VERY interesting. You and Mouse are so very cute together.
Eep (to Robert): Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Mouse (to Robert): Oh Daddy, you say the sweetest things!
Robert (to Mouse): Your mom and I like to think we done raised you right.
Delia (to Mouse): ...o.O. that would creepy just on an ex-bf basis. . Nevermind anything else.
Mouse (to Delia): You're telling me. So, not cool.
Delia (to Mouse): Apparently boundaries isn't something he grasps very well. But it does explain why Tesla was spazzing this morning.
Mouse (to Delia): Well, cats really like him for some weird reason... Otto was in heaven, you'd think Greg was coated in catnip.
Eep (to Mouse): Jesus! He did that to you too, huh? He scared the shit out of me this morning when I was shaving. He never had a good grasp of too early.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, let's just say if my hair wasn't already white, it would be now. Did he try to ask you a bunch of personal questions, too?
Eep (to Mouse): Really. I'm just glad I use an electric razor. I'm not sure what he was talking about, actually. He kept asking something about companionship, but I wasn't awake enough to process it. What was he asking you?
Mouse (to Eep): God, he asked me, why did I feel the need or "desire" to be with you? And, was it you specifically or just anyone?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh Christ. That's a conversation you wanna have first thing in the fucking morning.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, before coffee, not so good.
Eep (to Mouse): So, uh, what did you tell him? "Fuck off, Greg. It's too damn early?" Heh. I think that's what I said.
Mouse (to Eep): I told him that he needed to give me a couple hours & to come back.
Eep (to Mouse): So prep myself for an onslaught of uncomfortable questions fro Greg later. Got it.
Mouse (to Eep): Probably... sorry about this.
Eep (to Mouse): Don't worry about it. It's not your fault. Greg's been popping up like this since I was 15. I'm used to it. Besides, Leon needed the help and, well... Knowing my mom asked Greg to look in on me... It's dumb... but it's weirdly comforting, I guess?
Mouse (to Eep): Well, you've had a lot longer to get used to him showing up out of the blue, it's a little new to me... we didn't have that kind of relationship before. I guess, I'm just going to have to get used it.
Eep (to Mouse): Jesus. Yeah. It takes some getting usd to that's for sure. I'm sorry. You can always tell him to fuck off, you know. I do. All the time.
Mouse (to Eep): I would but it always makes me a little nervous to be rude to him, since the reason that I'm here is because of him, you know?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. No, I get that. But I figured if he had a real good grasp of rude, he wouldn't appear first thing in the morning.
Mouse (to Eep): True... maybe, I should give him etiquette lessons. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. He'd probably like that. Proper human interaction and all.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, you're probably right... Well, he's back, 20 question time...
Robert: I now have a Twitter account. Call it an exercise in brevity. This is the only social networking tool my severely taciturn roommate, Eep, will use. I thought that made it worth checking out. What could he be saying on here? The allure of mystery was too great to resist.
Eep (to Robert): So you got a Twitter account just to spy on me?
Robert (to Eep): Would I do a thing like that?
Eep (to Robert): Yes.
Robert (to Eep): Well, I can't argue with you when you're right. You've been on Twitter so often lately, you've made me curious.
Eep (to Robert): Hey, Robert. Fuck off.
Robert (to Eep): I love you too, roommate o' mine.
Poppy (to Robert): Hi there, honey! And, who might you be?
Robert (to Poppy): I don't think you and I have ever met face-to-face. I'm Eep's non-female roommate. I know your boyfriend Vincent as well.
Poppy (to Robert): Oh wait, honey, you're that Robert? I have heard SO much about you from Vincent.
Robert (to Poppy): Likewise. I think it's best we both agree, everything we've heard about one another from Vincent is complimentary. Of course, in your case, it's true. He borders on gushing about you. It's adorable.
Poppy (to Robert): Oh honey, I like you... I think you should be my new best friend!
Robert (to Poppy): Well, from what Vincent says, you drink too much, ogle too many men, and are a bit of an egomaniac. So we have a TON in common.
Poppy (to Robert): Oh honey, you are comin' in loud & queer! You should come to the club with me, tonight and we can dish, drink & ogle the bois. You can even bring your hag with you, if you'd like, honey.
Robert (to Poppy): Well, I don't really have the wardrobe for a goth club. I go with more the "casual slob" look. But, I would love to put a name to Vincent's braggadocios tales. Plus, it's always fun to harass poor, hapless Eep. Are they very strict about the dress code at Dracula's Daughter? And, by "hag," I assume you mean Wanda.
Poppy (to Robert): Is that her name, honey? I don't normally pay attention to other women's names... Do you have a black t-shirt & a pair of dark trousers?
Robert (to Poppy): I can do you one better. I believe I own a dark button up shirt and a pair of black jeans. Shall we consider it a date?
Poppy (to Robert): That will work, honey! Just make sure Wanda's not wearing the plaid ensemble I've heard about... If she wears that, it'll be a four day drive & a boat trip to a place called 'hope' before any hot bois want to talk to us.
Robert (to Poppy): I've never had Wanda's fashion choices inhibit me before, but I'll pass along the info: plaid has been banned.
Poppy (to Robert): Oh, I am so looking forward to it, honey.
Robert (to Poppy): I'll see you tonight. Look for a chubby redhead hanging out with a blue-haired waif.
Delia (to Vincent): ummmm... sugar butt? Not sure how to say this but. Well. Our little performance has made it onto youtube.
Vincent (to Delia): Oh dear. I don't know if Sasha is going to like that.
Delia (to Vincent): yeeeah. I mean.. he didn't seem too upset since we kept it pretty pg-13 last night. But.. still.
Vincent (to Delia): Well, I suppose we'll find out 2nite how he feels. Eek! Now, on 2 the important part. How many pg views does our video have & how many people r saying we're hotness incarnate?
Delia (to Vincent): heheh.. actually? It looks like it got put up a couple hours ago and there's a couple thousand views. But its tagged as 'goth coyote ugly' so make of it what you will. I don't normally read youtube comments but.. seems pretty well received. We'll just have to see if attendance spikes.
Vincent (to Delia): As if there was a doubt it would be well-received. ;-} Plus, it looks like we've upset poor ickle Satanica.
Delia (to Vincent): lord.. she probably is going to take it as a challenge then get herself in trouble for having nudity without a permit...
Vincent (to Delia): Here's hoping.
An hour or so later:
Eep (to Mouse): How's it going? Or do I not want to know?
Mouse (to Eep): Ok, I guess. I'm really tempted to give him a copy of that old 70's book 'What's Happening to me?' Some of these questions... sheesh.
Eep (to Mouse): God... I would say that's a good idea, but if you did, he'd probably ask us a million questions about what's in the book. I can just imagine the questions now, "Eep, have you noticed that you've developed 'secondary sex characteristics?'"
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I think we're done with questions for today... so, he may be coming your way. He seems to be more interested in the emotional aspect or at least, that's what he was asking me about... but who knows?
Eep (to Mouse): Great. Cause I'm so fucking good at talking about that. :p
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, well, how do you think I feel, my "ex" wants to talk to me and my present boyfriend about relationships? Talk about awkward.
A few minutes later:
Eep (to Mouse): God, this is about as bad as I thought it would be
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, what is he asking you about?
Eep (to Mouse): Uh... mostly, um, physical stuff. And how that "effects the emotional bond." God. You SO don't wanna know anything else.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm so sorry... Wow, that's not uncomfortable, at all!
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Remember when I said I didn't mind Greg visiting me? Fat Christ!
Several hours later:
Mouse (to Eep): Uh, is that Robert & Wanda sitting with Poppy?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh Jesus. Yes. Tonight is gonna be SO interesting. I was being sarcastic.
Mouse (to Eep): Is this Robert's first time here?
Eep (to Mouse): Yes.
Mouse (to Eep): Why after all of this time has he decided to come out? And, why is he hanging out with Poppy? No good can come of them hanging out together.
Delia (to Eep): ... is your roommate making eyes at Poppy? Are both your roommates gay?
Eep (to Delia): Fucked if I know. (to Robert) OK. Going goth are we? What the fuck are you doing here, Robert?
Poppy (to Mouse): Tell Eep to focus his outrage where it belongs... At his father. I like Robert, he's been getting us free drinks.
Eep (to Poppy): Ha ha. You're almost funny.
Robert (to Poppy, Mouse & Eep): That is my talent.
Poppy (to Robert): You are fabulous, honey... If I was a man, I'd totally take you home. (to Eep) honey, it's very rude to eavesdrop.
Eep (to Poppy): Stop talking about me then.
Robert (to Poppy): Heh. You're not the first straight girl to tell me that.
Delia (to Leon): ... wow. Was I that awkward before our first date? I think Eep's female roomie is trying to flirt w/ Poppy.
Poppy (to Robert): Oh honey, I may be straight but I'm not narrow... Is your hag mad at me? She keeps narrowing her eyes at me. (to Eep) Ooh honey, you wanna make your girlfriend jealous?
Eep (to Poppy): No.
Robert (to Poppy): Ha! Wanda really isn't my hag, and she's probably staring at you because she thinks you're cute.
Poppy (to Robert): Really? Well, if she was a boi, she'd totally be my type. (to Vincent) What do you think of Wanda, honey? (to Eep) Oh honey, trust me, in the end, this will be nothing but good for you...
Eep (to Poppy): Yeah... No.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ooo. Totes adorbz! She has 0 interest in me, tho. Tragically. ;-}
Delia (to Vincent): ...yeah but I think wanda likes your gf though... I've been watching this. Its awkward and weird.
Robert (to Poppy): Ha! She's drunk. Just ignore her. Unless, you don't want to, of course.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, she's apparently making eyes at me...
Vincent (to Poppy): Well who wldn't make eyes @ u, sweetness?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh honey, remember that fantasy I told you about?
Vincent (to Poppy): How can I forget it? What r u thinking?
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, what about her? Or would that be weird?
Vincent (to Poppy): Rlly? Do u think she'd wear the costume?
Poppy (to Vincent): We're in negotiations now, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Godspeed. Remember: if she vetoes me, take lots & lots of pics!
Poppy (to Vincent): You don't wanna watch? That's not gonna be any fun without you, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hun, if she will let me watch, I'm more than willing.
Eep (to Mouse): God. Robert just keeps looking over at me and smirking.
Mouse (to Eep): I'd give you a hug, but I'm afraid the smirk would be bigger & there would, possibly, be more of them.
Eep (to Mouse): Fuck them both. I've had a weird fucking night. I would love a hug.
Mouse (to Eep): Alrighty then, I'll be right there.
Delia (to Leon): oh wow.. I am learning way more about Vincent and Poppy's intimate life then I want to know just by suggestive looks alone.
Leon (to Delia): Poppy is quite a creature. Flirts and makes out with everything even remotely attractive and shrugged off last weekend. Fun.
Delia (to Leon): in small doses? Yes. She's very much like espresso. Too much makes you crazy.
Mouse (to Eep): oh god, Robert & Wanda made song requests... They apparently don't seem to understand where they are.
Eep (to Mouse): God... Probably not.
Mouse (to Poppy): Could you & Wanda please take your game of perv chicken outside? It's a bit distracting.
Poppy (to Mouse): Party pooper!
Robert (to Eep): This evening was VERY interesting. You and Mouse are so very cute together.
Eep (to Robert): Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Mouse (to Robert): Oh Daddy, you say the sweetest things!
Robert (to Mouse): Your mom and I like to think we done raised you right.
1.28.2012
A Strange New Day: Day 23
Leon (to Vincent): Wondering how Poppy is holding up. Have not talked to her since The Morning After. Is she mad at me or something?
Vincent (to Leon): Don't think so. I think it was more that she was upset b/c she did something w/o making a conscious choice to do it.
Leon (to Vincent): So…she's not upset that she slept with Delia and I, just that she did it while drugged. Did you see the pics?
Vincent (to Leon): Well, frm what Poppy told me, there was no sex involved. @ least not 4 her. Even still, I can understand y she was upset. & no. I didn't see any pics. U lot had deleted them all b4 I ever regained consciousness. Party poopers.
Leon (to Vincent): The only pics I saw were the super blurry ones Delia took. Wait…did you see the ones of us making out @ the club?
Vincent (to Leon): Oh my! I had completely forgotten that some1 sent me pics of that. Hmmmm... not bad.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh honey, don't be sad. I didn't actually delete them all... only the unflattering ones. I saved the highlights.
Vincent (to Poppy): Darling, I knew I liked u 4 a wide variety of good reasons, & this is top on the list. ;-}
Poppy (to Vincent): Thank you honey! I was thinking of printing my favorites & making a collage. ;-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Ooo! I can't say that I wldn't b interested in the final product. Speaking of which, do u have copies of the pics of Leon & I making out? I can send u some. ;-}
Poppy (to Vincent): Oooh honey, you just know the way to this girl's heart... and by heart, I mean pants. ;-)
Delia (to Mouse): Soo… I signed the lease on a new place. I'll be moving the first of the month. I don't want you to think its because of what you told me though...
Mouse (to Delia): No, that's great! I'm happy that you found a place. I know what I told you was a little fantastically weird, so I wouldn't blame you if that was the reason.
Delia (to Mouse): not at all. Fantastically weird seems to be my thing now especially since I'm actually seeing Leon now.
Mouse (to Delia): Yeah, I can imagine. Has he had any luck figuring out how to make the dreams stop after I told him what Greg said?
Delia (to Mouse): Not that he's mentioned to me. I think he needs to find something first before he can do anymore. The gun, I think?
Mouse (to Delia): Yeah, there might be another solution, but trust me, he should really try to find the gun before we ask Greg for help again. There's always a price and it's not always one that's easy to pay...
Delia (to Mouse): so I can imagine after your story. This is going to take a lot of doing.. I can already tell. I just realized.. Tesla and Otto will be heartbroken when I move.
Mouse (to Delia): Oh god, that is so true... maybe I'm gonna need to get Otto a new friend.
Delia (to Mouse): or we can jump on the crazy catlady bandwagon early and arrange time for them to play together lol
Mouse (to Delia): Oh god, we totally could... a kitty play date would be quite cute.
An hour or so later:
Vincent (to Mouse): Sweet sister, you'll b pleased 2 know I am back up 2 vry nearly 100%. I've got on lipstick 2day & everything. Thank goodness! I think last nite was the 1st nite I've ever worked sans makeup. It was terrible! Not 1 guy drunkenly told me I was pretty!
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh god, do you think that's why no one was buying drinks last night? Don't ever do that again! :-P
Vincent (to Mouse): We can only assume. Don't worry, I'll never let it happen again.
Mouse (to Vincent): Please do... Our livelihood may depend on it. :-p
Vincent (to Mouse): It wldn't surprise me in the slightest. ;-} U seem 2 b in a good mood 2day. Ur not usually this spunky til u've had a couple of drinks.
Mouse (to Vincent): What!?! I can be in a good mood sober... I mean, I don't like to, but I can do it. :-P
Vincent (to Mouse): Vry true. U CAN b. Doesn't mean u usually r, however. :-P I was just wondering if u had a reason 4 being so chipper. U've been in an AWFULLY good mood lately. It's prtty adorbz.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, I don't know, I've just been feeling in a good mood.
Vincent (to Mouse): Hmmmm. Well I have my suspicions. Regardless, it's good 2 see.
Mouse (to Vincent): Huh, what do you think is going on?
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, I can't help but notice that ur beau seems a lot more attentive since u 2 made up. I've even caught him being physically affectionate w/ u @ the club. In public! I wondered if that had something 2 do w/ ur mood.
Mouse (to Vincent): I actually hadn't really noticed a difference, but if you say so... why don't you bug him about it?
Vincent (to Mouse): Dost mine ears deceive me, sister dearest? R u actually ENCOURAGING me 2 go bug Eep?
Mouse (to Vincent): Ummmm, if it'll get you to stop bugging me then yes.
Vincent (to Mouse): Throwing ur bf under the bus, eh? I'll let him know u said that. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, honestly, if he has been more attentive & affection, I certainly don't want to discourage it.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh, alright, fine. I'll just bug him abt something else, then. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, I guess someone is feeling better. :-P
Vincent (to Mouse): U know u missed me.
Mouse (to Vincent): Of course, I did.
Several hours later:
Mouse: The crowd has started really early tonight. That's great!
Delia (to Mouse): I think its because Vincent put on his makeup.
Vincent (to Delia): Damn straight.
Mouse (to Delia): Don't encourage him! :-p
Delia (to Mouse): To wear makeup and be the prettiest princess?
Mouse (to Delia): No, to think that we're busy, all because of him.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh come on now. I already know that's true.
Delia (to Mouse): Could be that they're all expecting the signature roofie colada we had last week.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, then there's no need for Leon or I to be here, then... So, have fun deejaying. :-p
Vincent (to Mouse): Time 4 a strip tease then. Put on something saucy as u leave. :-P
Delia (to Vincent & Mouse): Wait… striptease? I'm not wearing the right underpants for this.
Mouse (to Vincent): will do!
Leon (to Mouse, Vincent & Delia): Hang on, now. He might be what the kids are here to see, but they are listening to us. We can't abandon them!
Mouse (to Leon): Well, you stay here, then...
Leon (to Delia & Vincent): Guess I'm going to go for a long walk with Mouse and maybe find some quiet place to make out…later!
Eep (to Mouse): Uhhhh... Where the fuck are you guys going?
Mouse (to Eep): we're trying to teach Vincent a lesson.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh God. Could you teach him a lesson that involves him keeping his pants on?
Mouse (to Eep): Not to worry, Sasha is about to come out of the office. I told him what we were doing, but we'll be back in a minute...
Delia (to Leon & Mouse): wait... but...oh. well. (to Vincent) Are you ready for this, sugarbutt? welp. Here goes. Ready to put on a show?
Vincent (to Delia): Aren't I always?
Delia (to Vincent): Alright.. but pants stay on. Health reasons of course.
Vincent (to Delia): Boo! Alright. But the shirt is coming off!
Delia (to Vincent): ... apparently this is more popular then I thought it'd be. I wonder if they can hear the cheering?
Vincent (to Delia): I hope they can. ;-}
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I think you guys should come back in now. I'm not sure if Sasha is amused or pissed about the "bar show."
Vincent (to Mouse & Leon): Alright. Alright. U 2 have proved ur point. Get ur fine asses in here.
Mouse (to Vincent): Ok, we're heading back to the booth.
An hour or so later:
Vincent (to Mouse): U missed quite the show, hun. & yes, of course we all know the folks r here 2 hear u 2. But u have 2 admit Delia & I don't hurt.
Delia (to Leon): you missed quite the show.
Mouse (to Vincent): That was never the issue, sweetie.
Vincent (to Mouse): :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): Real mature, little brother. I love you. I'm heading out. See ya tomorrow!
Vincent (to Mouse): Heaven forbid I b accused of being something as dreadful as being mature! ;-} Love u 2, sweetness. See you 2morrow.
Vincent (to Leon): Don't think so. I think it was more that she was upset b/c she did something w/o making a conscious choice to do it.
Leon (to Vincent): So…she's not upset that she slept with Delia and I, just that she did it while drugged. Did you see the pics?
Vincent (to Leon): Well, frm what Poppy told me, there was no sex involved. @ least not 4 her. Even still, I can understand y she was upset. & no. I didn't see any pics. U lot had deleted them all b4 I ever regained consciousness. Party poopers.
Leon (to Vincent): The only pics I saw were the super blurry ones Delia took. Wait…did you see the ones of us making out @ the club?
Vincent (to Leon): Oh my! I had completely forgotten that some1 sent me pics of that. Hmmmm... not bad.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh honey, don't be sad. I didn't actually delete them all... only the unflattering ones. I saved the highlights.
Vincent (to Poppy): Darling, I knew I liked u 4 a wide variety of good reasons, & this is top on the list. ;-}
Poppy (to Vincent): Thank you honey! I was thinking of printing my favorites & making a collage. ;-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Ooo! I can't say that I wldn't b interested in the final product. Speaking of which, do u have copies of the pics of Leon & I making out? I can send u some. ;-}
Poppy (to Vincent): Oooh honey, you just know the way to this girl's heart... and by heart, I mean pants. ;-)
Delia (to Mouse): Soo… I signed the lease on a new place. I'll be moving the first of the month. I don't want you to think its because of what you told me though...
Mouse (to Delia): No, that's great! I'm happy that you found a place. I know what I told you was a little fantastically weird, so I wouldn't blame you if that was the reason.
Delia (to Mouse): not at all. Fantastically weird seems to be my thing now especially since I'm actually seeing Leon now.
Mouse (to Delia): Yeah, I can imagine. Has he had any luck figuring out how to make the dreams stop after I told him what Greg said?
Delia (to Mouse): Not that he's mentioned to me. I think he needs to find something first before he can do anymore. The gun, I think?
Mouse (to Delia): Yeah, there might be another solution, but trust me, he should really try to find the gun before we ask Greg for help again. There's always a price and it's not always one that's easy to pay...
Delia (to Mouse): so I can imagine after your story. This is going to take a lot of doing.. I can already tell. I just realized.. Tesla and Otto will be heartbroken when I move.
Mouse (to Delia): Oh god, that is so true... maybe I'm gonna need to get Otto a new friend.
Delia (to Mouse): or we can jump on the crazy catlady bandwagon early and arrange time for them to play together lol
Mouse (to Delia): Oh god, we totally could... a kitty play date would be quite cute.
An hour or so later:
Vincent (to Mouse): Sweet sister, you'll b pleased 2 know I am back up 2 vry nearly 100%. I've got on lipstick 2day & everything. Thank goodness! I think last nite was the 1st nite I've ever worked sans makeup. It was terrible! Not 1 guy drunkenly told me I was pretty!
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh god, do you think that's why no one was buying drinks last night? Don't ever do that again! :-P
Vincent (to Mouse): We can only assume. Don't worry, I'll never let it happen again.
Mouse (to Vincent): Please do... Our livelihood may depend on it. :-p
Vincent (to Mouse): It wldn't surprise me in the slightest. ;-} U seem 2 b in a good mood 2day. Ur not usually this spunky til u've had a couple of drinks.
Mouse (to Vincent): What!?! I can be in a good mood sober... I mean, I don't like to, but I can do it. :-P
Vincent (to Mouse): Vry true. U CAN b. Doesn't mean u usually r, however. :-P I was just wondering if u had a reason 4 being so chipper. U've been in an AWFULLY good mood lately. It's prtty adorbz.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, I don't know, I've just been feeling in a good mood.
Vincent (to Mouse): Hmmmm. Well I have my suspicions. Regardless, it's good 2 see.
Mouse (to Vincent): Huh, what do you think is going on?
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, I can't help but notice that ur beau seems a lot more attentive since u 2 made up. I've even caught him being physically affectionate w/ u @ the club. In public! I wondered if that had something 2 do w/ ur mood.
Mouse (to Vincent): I actually hadn't really noticed a difference, but if you say so... why don't you bug him about it?
Vincent (to Mouse): Dost mine ears deceive me, sister dearest? R u actually ENCOURAGING me 2 go bug Eep?
Mouse (to Vincent): Ummmm, if it'll get you to stop bugging me then yes.
Vincent (to Mouse): Throwing ur bf under the bus, eh? I'll let him know u said that. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, honestly, if he has been more attentive & affection, I certainly don't want to discourage it.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh, alright, fine. I'll just bug him abt something else, then. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, I guess someone is feeling better. :-P
Vincent (to Mouse): U know u missed me.
Mouse (to Vincent): Of course, I did.
Several hours later:
Mouse: The crowd has started really early tonight. That's great!
Delia (to Mouse): I think its because Vincent put on his makeup.
Vincent (to Delia): Damn straight.
Mouse (to Delia): Don't encourage him! :-p
Delia (to Mouse): To wear makeup and be the prettiest princess?
Mouse (to Delia): No, to think that we're busy, all because of him.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh come on now. I already know that's true.
Delia (to Mouse): Could be that they're all expecting the signature roofie colada we had last week.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, then there's no need for Leon or I to be here, then... So, have fun deejaying. :-p
Vincent (to Mouse): Time 4 a strip tease then. Put on something saucy as u leave. :-P
Delia (to Vincent & Mouse): Wait… striptease? I'm not wearing the right underpants for this.
Mouse (to Vincent): will do!
Leon (to Mouse, Vincent & Delia): Hang on, now. He might be what the kids are here to see, but they are listening to us. We can't abandon them!
Mouse (to Leon): Well, you stay here, then...
Leon (to Delia & Vincent): Guess I'm going to go for a long walk with Mouse and maybe find some quiet place to make out…later!
Eep (to Mouse): Uhhhh... Where the fuck are you guys going?
Mouse (to Eep): we're trying to teach Vincent a lesson.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh God. Could you teach him a lesson that involves him keeping his pants on?
Mouse (to Eep): Not to worry, Sasha is about to come out of the office. I told him what we were doing, but we'll be back in a minute...
Delia (to Leon & Mouse): wait... but...oh. well. (to Vincent) Are you ready for this, sugarbutt? welp. Here goes. Ready to put on a show?
Vincent (to Delia): Aren't I always?
Delia (to Vincent): Alright.. but pants stay on. Health reasons of course.
Vincent (to Delia): Boo! Alright. But the shirt is coming off!
Delia (to Vincent): ... apparently this is more popular then I thought it'd be. I wonder if they can hear the cheering?
Vincent (to Delia): I hope they can. ;-}
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I think you guys should come back in now. I'm not sure if Sasha is amused or pissed about the "bar show."
Vincent (to Mouse & Leon): Alright. Alright. U 2 have proved ur point. Get ur fine asses in here.
Mouse (to Vincent): Ok, we're heading back to the booth.
An hour or so later:
Vincent (to Mouse): U missed quite the show, hun. & yes, of course we all know the folks r here 2 hear u 2. But u have 2 admit Delia & I don't hurt.
Delia (to Leon): you missed quite the show.
Mouse (to Vincent): That was never the issue, sweetie.
Vincent (to Mouse): :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): Real mature, little brother. I love you. I'm heading out. See ya tomorrow!
Vincent (to Mouse): Heaven forbid I b accused of being something as dreadful as being mature! ;-} Love u 2, sweetness. See you 2morrow.
1.27.2012
A Strange New Day: Day 22
Eep (to Poppy): Hey. Um... Do you have a minute, or am I catching you at a bad time.
Poppy (to Eep): Oh hey, honey... I think I have a moment. What is it?
Eep (to Poppy): Um, well firstly, I wanted to apologize. I, uh, I was a real dick when you were talking to me about Mouse. So, I'm sorry. What you said made sense, and I guess I just didn't want anyone pointing out to me what a dumbass I was being.
Poppy (to Eep): Oh honey, don't mention it... seriously, don't. I've got a reputation to maintain.
Eep (to Poppy): And secondly, uh... Fuck. I'm shitty at this so, whatever. Pretend there was finesse to this. Vincent is really fucking worried about you. He's afraid you're a lot more upset than you're letting on about being roofied, and wants me to talk to you. So. Uhhhhh... Yeah. Are you OK?
Poppy (to Eep): Oh really? That's sweet & all, honey, but unnecessary... I, uh… I appreciate the concern, really I do, but I, uh... wow, I've never been tongue-tied before... tied up, sure, but not this...
Eep (to Poppy): Wow. DID NOT want to know that last part. Uhhhh, but yeah. Well, I got drugged once at a party. So, I know what a shitty feeling it is to wake up someplace strange and wonder what the fuck happened. It's scary as shit. So, if you wanna talk about it, or something, and feel too guilty to go to Vincent, you know, or whatever, the offer's open.
Poppy (to Eep): Well, honey, did you have pictures? I mean, actually photographic evidence of what happened? Because, well I did. Not to mention the fact that I woke up in bed with Leon & Delia just to cement everything in nicely for me.
Eep (to Poppy): No, not when I was drugged. Uh... Not that I know of anyway. But, there's PLENTY of other humiliating imagery from that time. You fucking saw it.
Poppy (to Eep): Hahaha, it's funny 'cause it's true... and sad.
Eep (to Poppy): But, for what it's worth, seems like Vincent is way more concerned with YOU rather than what you might of done. God, I can't believe I'm gonna say this. I might choke on the irony. Look, there's no reason to beat yourself up for something you did while you weren't in control of yourself. You didn't choose to get drugged, you know?
Poppy (to Eep): Honestly, honey, if I'm going to get caught doing something lecherous, I'd like to remember it...
Eep (to Poppy): Uh, right. I dunno what else to tell you. Sorry. Just... Well, Vincent's worried about you. I'm not sure what else I can say.
Poppy (to Eep): Thank you, honey... the nice things I say about you behind your back are all true.
Eep (to Poppy): Oh. Um.... Thanks? (to Vincent) Well, talked to Poppy for you. I dunno if any good was done, but I did it.
Vincent (to Eep): THANK U. Did she seem OK?
Eep (to Vincent): Uh, I dunno. She seemed pretty upset she did something and didn't remember it.
Vincent (to Eep): Well, I'll just have 2 do what I can 4 her. If she wants me 2, that is. Thank u again, Eep. I know it was tough 4 u. So, I appreciate it. I'll make it up 2 u somehow.
Eep (to Vincent): Please don't. Just... Yeah. Don't. The idea of you "making it up to me" fills me with dread.
Vincent (to Eep): U r SO not any fun.
An hour or so later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Hey there, honey, I uh, just wanted to say thank you for all of the concern, but it's not necessary... I'm feeling better. I think I just needed some sleep & a little perspective.
Vincent (to Poppy): Awww, sweetie. I'm so glad 2 hear it.
Poppy (to Vincent): It was a bit weird to have Eep talk to me, but what he said made sense... It gives me hope that I'll get him to make out with me, eventually. ;-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, I'm glad. Good luck w/ the makeouts. I've been trying 4 years! :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, honey, it's probably because he likes you too much to make out with you. Me, on the other hand, he holds in slight disdain... makes for good angry, hateful kissing. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): He likes u more than he lets on. He likes MOST people more than he lets on. But, if u do manage 2 make out w/ him, remember. Lots & lots of pictures!
Poppy (to Vincent): But, of course, honey!
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm rlly quite glad 2 hear ur better, sweetie. I don't mind mentioning that I was concerned.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh honey, I'm sorry I worried you... That's really terribly sweet!
Vincent (to Poppy): Awww, hun. I wasn't the only 1. Sister dearest was asking after u 2.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I'd really like to forget all about this, put this nasty chapter behind me & move on, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Of course! If u shld like company again 2nite when u have 2 get some sleep, I officially volunteer my services.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, honey, I had planned on a bubble bath tonight, but your company is soo much better.
Several hours later:
Mouse (to Eep): Is there a reason why that girl standing next to you is staring at me like that?
Eep (to Mouse): Fuck. I don't know. She keeps yakking at me.
Mouse (to Eep): Awww, she's flirting you.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I don't think so. She keeps insulting me. She keeps telling me how she hates guys with glasses and long hair, blah, blah.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh? Tell her to fuck off. But, why does she keep looking at me?
Eep (to Mouse): Probably, because I told her that my girlfriend has no problem with the way I look.
Mouse (to Eep): Damn skippy, I like the way the way you look.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. And that's all I give a shit about. But yet this obnoxious twat is still here.
Mouse (to Eep): Alright, I've got a long song playing... I'll take care of her. :-D
Eep (to Mouse): Should I be excited or terrified?
Mouse (to Eep): You'll see.
Two minutes later:
Vincent (to Mouse): What did u say 2 this poor child @ the bar? She came ovr here & ordered a large drink after u smiled @ her.
Mouse (to Vincent): I just said that if she didn't stop insulting my boyfriend I was going to punch her in the neck... I said it very nicely. :-D
Vincent (to Mouse): Go threaten some more ppl. This crowd is a bunch teetotalers.
Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee, I'll see what I can do.
Eep (to Mouse): OK. That was kinda hot.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, um... Am I blushing or did it get really hot in here all of a sudden?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um, sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you.
Mouse (to Eep): It's ok... I'm a bit embarrassed that I acted like a thug. That girl's behavior pissed me off. Just because she doesn't find you attractive is no reason to be rude to you.
Eep (to Mouse): Really. I don't know why she kept hanging around if I was so "not her type." And, uh, I didn't mind you acting like a thug. I did the same thing a few weeks back. At least, you're cute when you're doing it.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I'm glad you think so... Wanna come back to my place, handsome?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. That same building where I live? Yeah. I think I could be persuaded. :p
Poppy (to Vincent): If you're available after work, honey, I'd love some company.
Vincent (to Poppy): 4 u, of course I am! We're almost finished up.
Poppy (to Vincent): Wonderful, I'll see you soon, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'll b counting the minutes. And loosing clothing as I go. ;-}
Poppy (to Eep): Oh hey, honey... I think I have a moment. What is it?
Eep (to Poppy): Um, well firstly, I wanted to apologize. I, uh, I was a real dick when you were talking to me about Mouse. So, I'm sorry. What you said made sense, and I guess I just didn't want anyone pointing out to me what a dumbass I was being.
Poppy (to Eep): Oh honey, don't mention it... seriously, don't. I've got a reputation to maintain.
Eep (to Poppy): And secondly, uh... Fuck. I'm shitty at this so, whatever. Pretend there was finesse to this. Vincent is really fucking worried about you. He's afraid you're a lot more upset than you're letting on about being roofied, and wants me to talk to you. So. Uhhhhh... Yeah. Are you OK?
Poppy (to Eep): Oh really? That's sweet & all, honey, but unnecessary... I, uh… I appreciate the concern, really I do, but I, uh... wow, I've never been tongue-tied before... tied up, sure, but not this...
Eep (to Poppy): Wow. DID NOT want to know that last part. Uhhhh, but yeah. Well, I got drugged once at a party. So, I know what a shitty feeling it is to wake up someplace strange and wonder what the fuck happened. It's scary as shit. So, if you wanna talk about it, or something, and feel too guilty to go to Vincent, you know, or whatever, the offer's open.
Poppy (to Eep): Well, honey, did you have pictures? I mean, actually photographic evidence of what happened? Because, well I did. Not to mention the fact that I woke up in bed with Leon & Delia just to cement everything in nicely for me.
Eep (to Poppy): No, not when I was drugged. Uh... Not that I know of anyway. But, there's PLENTY of other humiliating imagery from that time. You fucking saw it.
Poppy (to Eep): Hahaha, it's funny 'cause it's true... and sad.
Eep (to Poppy): But, for what it's worth, seems like Vincent is way more concerned with YOU rather than what you might of done. God, I can't believe I'm gonna say this. I might choke on the irony. Look, there's no reason to beat yourself up for something you did while you weren't in control of yourself. You didn't choose to get drugged, you know?
Poppy (to Eep): Honestly, honey, if I'm going to get caught doing something lecherous, I'd like to remember it...
Eep (to Poppy): Uh, right. I dunno what else to tell you. Sorry. Just... Well, Vincent's worried about you. I'm not sure what else I can say.
Poppy (to Eep): Thank you, honey... the nice things I say about you behind your back are all true.
Eep (to Poppy): Oh. Um.... Thanks? (to Vincent) Well, talked to Poppy for you. I dunno if any good was done, but I did it.
Vincent (to Eep): THANK U. Did she seem OK?
Eep (to Vincent): Uh, I dunno. She seemed pretty upset she did something and didn't remember it.
Vincent (to Eep): Well, I'll just have 2 do what I can 4 her. If she wants me 2, that is. Thank u again, Eep. I know it was tough 4 u. So, I appreciate it. I'll make it up 2 u somehow.
Eep (to Vincent): Please don't. Just... Yeah. Don't. The idea of you "making it up to me" fills me with dread.
Vincent (to Eep): U r SO not any fun.
An hour or so later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Hey there, honey, I uh, just wanted to say thank you for all of the concern, but it's not necessary... I'm feeling better. I think I just needed some sleep & a little perspective.
Vincent (to Poppy): Awww, sweetie. I'm so glad 2 hear it.
Poppy (to Vincent): It was a bit weird to have Eep talk to me, but what he said made sense... It gives me hope that I'll get him to make out with me, eventually. ;-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, I'm glad. Good luck w/ the makeouts. I've been trying 4 years! :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, honey, it's probably because he likes you too much to make out with you. Me, on the other hand, he holds in slight disdain... makes for good angry, hateful kissing. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): He likes u more than he lets on. He likes MOST people more than he lets on. But, if u do manage 2 make out w/ him, remember. Lots & lots of pictures!
Poppy (to Vincent): But, of course, honey!
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm rlly quite glad 2 hear ur better, sweetie. I don't mind mentioning that I was concerned.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh honey, I'm sorry I worried you... That's really terribly sweet!
Vincent (to Poppy): Awww, hun. I wasn't the only 1. Sister dearest was asking after u 2.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I'd really like to forget all about this, put this nasty chapter behind me & move on, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Of course! If u shld like company again 2nite when u have 2 get some sleep, I officially volunteer my services.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, honey, I had planned on a bubble bath tonight, but your company is soo much better.
Several hours later:
Mouse (to Eep): Is there a reason why that girl standing next to you is staring at me like that?
Eep (to Mouse): Fuck. I don't know. She keeps yakking at me.
Mouse (to Eep): Awww, she's flirting you.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I don't think so. She keeps insulting me. She keeps telling me how she hates guys with glasses and long hair, blah, blah.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh? Tell her to fuck off. But, why does she keep looking at me?
Eep (to Mouse): Probably, because I told her that my girlfriend has no problem with the way I look.
Mouse (to Eep): Damn skippy, I like the way the way you look.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. And that's all I give a shit about. But yet this obnoxious twat is still here.
Mouse (to Eep): Alright, I've got a long song playing... I'll take care of her. :-D
Eep (to Mouse): Should I be excited or terrified?
Mouse (to Eep): You'll see.
Two minutes later:
Vincent (to Mouse): What did u say 2 this poor child @ the bar? She came ovr here & ordered a large drink after u smiled @ her.
Mouse (to Vincent): I just said that if she didn't stop insulting my boyfriend I was going to punch her in the neck... I said it very nicely. :-D
Vincent (to Mouse): Go threaten some more ppl. This crowd is a bunch teetotalers.
Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee, I'll see what I can do.
Eep (to Mouse): OK. That was kinda hot.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, um... Am I blushing or did it get really hot in here all of a sudden?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um, sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you.
Mouse (to Eep): It's ok... I'm a bit embarrassed that I acted like a thug. That girl's behavior pissed me off. Just because she doesn't find you attractive is no reason to be rude to you.
Eep (to Mouse): Really. I don't know why she kept hanging around if I was so "not her type." And, uh, I didn't mind you acting like a thug. I did the same thing a few weeks back. At least, you're cute when you're doing it.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I'm glad you think so... Wanna come back to my place, handsome?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. That same building where I live? Yeah. I think I could be persuaded. :p
Poppy (to Vincent): If you're available after work, honey, I'd love some company.
Vincent (to Poppy): 4 u, of course I am! We're almost finished up.
Poppy (to Vincent): Wonderful, I'll see you soon, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'll b counting the minutes. And loosing clothing as I go. ;-}
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