Vincent (to Poppy): TY for bringing us coffee & donuts this AM, darling. Ur a lifesaver!
Poppy (to Vincent): You are so very welcome, handsome! If you need anything, let me know, I'm only a text away. (to Eep): I just left Vincent's place after bringing coffee & donuts. Mouse looks in a frightful state. I know I'm the last person you want to hear from, honey, but were you dropped on your head as a child?
Vincent (to Poppy): I will. I may need ur help disposing of a body later. We'll see.
Eep (to Poppy): You're right. I really don't wanna talk about this with you. Thanks, for rubbing it in, though.
Poppy (to Eep): Why would you do this? I just don't understand... Clearly, you two are in love with each other so much, it's quite nauseating. Well, I hope you're happy, honey, because she's contemplating leaving town, which, of course, Vincent is adamantly opposed to... you need to fix this.
Eep (to Poppy): WHAT? Jesus. Look, I don't know if there IS fixing this, OK? It wasn't Mouse, or us, or something that I even know what to do about. I don't expect you to fucking understand.
Poppy (to Eep): Look, honey, just apologize, tell her it was a mistake & that you're an idiot. Girls like that sort of thing.
Eep (to Poppy): And that doesn't solve the problem, Poppy. I'M the problem here! Why does no one seem to fucking get that? Look, Mouse is smart and talented and sooner or later, having a loser freak of a boyfriend who can't contribute and who can't get his shit together is gonna be a burden on her. And she loves me. Stupidly, amazingly, she loves me too much to care. And I shouldn't have let that happen. I... She deserves better, is all.
Poppy (to Eep): Don't you think that should be her choice? I can't believe that you'd rather be miserable & alone forever than be happy with her even if it's for a short time.
Eep (to Poppy): Look. You don't understand. You're 21. Come give me that same speech in 10 years, OK?
Poppy (to Eep): Well, I know I'm not old enough to necessarily have the experience, but this seems like the act of a scared teenager.
Eep (to Poppy): Yeah, well. You'll forgive me if I don't take relationship advice from someone who married her boyfriend in a drunken haze. And then promptly got it annulled.
Poppy (to Eep): Well, at least, I wasn't afraid to make an actual commitment to someone I care about... even if it was in a drunken haze. And, if I get married, I'd actually like to remember the event...
Eep (to Poppy): Why are you so invested in this anyway?
Poppy (to Eep): I like you two & you're good for each other.
Eep (to Poppy): Yeah. I don't know how "good" I am for her.
Poppy (to Eep): Well, considering that she was in hiding & hadn't bothered having a relationship with anyone until you... I think that counts as good.
Eep (to Poppy): Yeah. Well...
Poppy (to Eep): No, I get it... you want to avoid getting hurt later, so you've decided to end it now. I think it's dumb, but it's your life. I won't bother you about it anymore...
Two hours later:
Mouse: Didn't sleep very well, my head is full of bad dreams. I'm trying to achieve a state of zen-like calm... So far, no luck.
Delia (to Mouse): thanks for letting me know where you last night. I was out late apartment hunting. Hope you had fun on your sleep over.
Mouse (to Delia): Thanks, uh, I don't really want to talk about it right now... Did you have any luck finding a place?
Delia (to Mouse): oh... and yes.. there's a few hopefuls near the club. I hope everything is okay.
Mouse (to Delia): Well, that's cool. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you. It's just some personal stuff... it's fine.
Delia (to Mouse): If you say so. I figure if you want to tell me you will. If not then eh… Whatever's goin' on though Eep looked at me like he expected me to maul him when I went out for a smoke and coffee this morning.
Mouse (to Delia): Well, that's because he broke up with me, last night.
Delia (to Mouse): ahhh... well yes I can see why he looks like a run over cat then. Feel better. Talk to me if you want. I'll be here.
Mouse (to Delia): Thanks. I've just never had someone tell me they love me, want to be with me forever & then the next day, end it...
Delia (to Mouse): yeah, that's pretty messed up. What was the logic behind it?
Mouse (to Delia): He thinks I can do better, that one day I'll figure it out & leave him.
Delia (to Mouse): huh... so basically he's freakin' out over maybes and apparently doesn't think you're smart enough to choose well for yourself.
Mouse (to Delia): Yep... that's the gist of it.
Delia (to Mouse): well.. that sucks. I know how much you love him. Too bad he doesn't love himself enough to let you be with him.
Mouse (to Delia): Yep... I was thinking that if you can't find a place, you can stay at my apartment as long as you need... I may take Otto and go wander for a bit. So, there's no urgency. I've been having a case of wanderlust. I've been here too long, maybe, this is for the best.
Delia (to Mouse): oh yeah? Full blown moving away or just taking a trip to clear the cobwebs? Hate to say it, the club won't do as well w/out you.
Mouse (to Delia): Well, just taking a trip & seeing what's out there... and, if I find somewhere I like, maybe, moving. I haven't decided. I'd miss the club & everybody... I liked actually having some roots again. But, Eep is everywhere I like to be, so...
Delia (to Mouse): ah. Well good luck with that. You've got plenty of people here who love you though. you know... when I find a place you can come with me.
Mouse (to Delia): Thank you, I will definitely keep that in mind.
Delia (to Mouse): Sometimes a small change can do wonders. Besides I wouldn't give up on mr. Emopants just yet. This could just be cold feet.
Mouse (to Delia): Well, if I do decide to go walkabout, it won't be right away... there's too much stuff to get sorted before I do.
Delia (to Mouse): Especially w/ Satanica's club opening. This could all still turn out alright. But loving some1 w/ low self esteem isn't easy.
Mouse (to Delia): Oh god, she'd have a field day, if word of this got to her...
Delia (to Mouse): I'm certainly not going to tell her.... I really don't want to work for her either. Guh.. this is a fine mess. (to Eep) ... I see you scowling at me through the window. If you want a smoke come on out. I'm not going to bite you, you ninny.
Eep (to Delia): I wasn't scowling at you. I was, um, just looking out the window.
Delia (to Eep): yeah sure. Either way its safe to come out. I'm not going to beat on you, even if I think you were a giant moron. That's your biz.
Eep (to Delia): I guess Mouse told you, huh?
Delia (to Eep): Yep. I'm sorry you don't think she's smart enough to choose well or enough of yourself to believe you deserve to be happy.
Eep (to Delia): Yeah. Everyone keeps saying that. That I made the decision for Mouse. It...It's not like that.
Delia (to Eep): I think I nailed it on the head. But feel free to correct me. I'm still your friend too after all.
Eep (to Delia): If you KNOW you're bad for someone, and you love that person, don't you have a responsibility to that person to end it?
Delia (to Eep): hmm. Interesting. I think the apt question is how can you know that? You're grumpy, but its not like you're a drug addict. Honestly? I think you're using that as an excuse. You don't love yourself ergo how can she and it be good for her.
Eep (to Delia): Or I could be a huge fucked up mess. God. I don't fucking know, Delia. I really don't.
Delia (to Eep): and its okay to not know. We don't have all the answers. I'm just sad for you that you won't let her help you find them.
Eep (to Delia): Yeah. Well, I kinda fucked the pooch with that one, didn't I?
Delia (to Eep): maybe. Maybe not. You're not the first person to get cold feet. You might be surprised what might happen if u tell her your worries.
Eep (to Delia): Maybe. Maybe not. Thanks for listening at any rate. Instead of just telling me what an idiot I am.
Delia (to Eep): We all fuck up. if I weren't a good listener I'd be a shitty bartender. Just don't let yourself be too concerned with maybes.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, honey, I talked to Eep a little...
Vincent (to Poppy): Rlly? What did the moron have 2 say 4 himself?
Poppy (to Vincent): Basically, he thinks Mouse is wonderful & that eventually she's going to realize she's with a loser & she deserves better. I think he's being a selfish child..
Vincent (to Poppy): He's being worse than that. That... That fucking IDIOT! I'm tempted 2 go smack the stupid out of him. I wld if I trusted myself 2 b anywhere near him rite now.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, someone should... have you managed to get Mouse talked out of moving?
Vincent (to Poppy): No. :{
Poppy (to Vincent): If she leaves, all chances of him fixing this go right out the window...
Vincent (to Poppy): She keeps saying how it's prolly 4 the best & she's been here 2 long & her wanderlust has been kicking in lately anyway...
Poppy (to Vincent): If she leaves, all chances of him fixing this go right out the window...
Vincent (to Poppy): Rlly. Not 2 mention, I'll never 4give him. I know it's silly, b/c we're both adults, & eventually we'll move apart, but I don't know if I'm ready 2 b by myself again.
Poppy (to Vincent): Aww honey, I know it's not the same, but you have me.
Vincent (to Poppy): I know I do, darling, & I'm grateful 4 it.
Poppy (to Vincent): I just don't understand what he expected her to do... thank him?
Vincent (to Poppy): I don't know what he expected. But he's not a complete fool. He must have known I'd be livid. So whatever stupid idea he has in his head, he's willing 2 not only throw away the woman he loves, but also our friendship ovr it. Fucking jerk.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, honey, is there anything we can do? Or, do we have to just hope that he comes to his senses before he no longer can fix it?
Vincent (to Poppy): I wish I knew, sweet. I rlly do.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, honey, this has made me not ever want to be in love... if this is the kind of stupid stuff that might happen.
Vincent (to Poppy): Awww, don't say that, sweetness. That's the same attitude Eep has adopted. Besides, u can't help falling in love.
Poppy (to Vincent): I know, honey, it's just this, sort of, rampant stupidity scares me.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, don't date Eep. ;-}
Poppy (to Vincent): I guess... it's a shame he's never had to experience this sort of thing for himself. It might have made him think harder.
Vincent (to Poppy): He HAS. That's part of what's frustrating. His high school sweetheart dumped him when they were in college & broke his <3.
Poppy (to Vincent): Wait, really?
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmm, & it ended HORRIBLY frm what he's told me. She was the sculptor frm NYE, Maddie.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... silly me, the way he was carrying on, I thought it was more recent than that.
Vincent (to Poppy): Might as well have been 4 all the experience he has w/ being in relationships: Maddie, Asher & Mouse. There r Mormon Eskimos w/ more experience than that idiot.
An hour or so later:
Mouse (to Poppy): Hey Poppy, do you think with your fantastic organizational skills & contacts, you could get me some out of town gigs?
Poppy (to Mouse): Probably, honey, but when & where were you thinking?
Mouse (to Poppy): Oh, I don't care where... would two months from now be doable?
Poppy (to Mouse): Sure, honey, I can look into it... Honey, how are you doing? Feeling any better than you were this morning?
Mouse (to Poppy): Knowing I've got a travel plan helps... I really just want to curl up in my bed with Otto and sleep until work tonight. But, Vincent is hovering & doesn't want me to go home, yet. I think he's worried that I'm going to book a flight to Timbuktu... but, he has nothing to worry about... it's too cold.
Poppy (to Mouse): Well, he cares & doesn't want you to do anything drastic that you may regret. It's really quite sweet. Besides, if you're going to run off to somewhere exotic to hideout, I can recommend a few places. (to Vincent) Great! Now, Mouse wants me to book some out of town gigs for her in 2 months... you may want to take her phone away.
Vincent (to Poppy): Shit. Y can't I have a sister that just wallows in misery 4 a few wks rather than immediately organizing herself?
Poppy (to Vincent): Do you really want her to wallow? I don't know, if I could handle the two of them wallowing in the same vicinity… Well, I can stall the travel plans on my end, if that helps.
Vincent (to Poppy): Pls do.
Poppy (to Vincent): Will do, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): TY, sweetie! Maybe we cld lock them both in a room 2gether til they both come 2 their senses.
Poppy (to Vincent): I like the simplicity of the plan! The question is, honey, how to get them into that room?
Vincent (to Poppy): We throw a bottle of whiskey and a case of cloves in it.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'll get the whiskey, if you get the cloves.
Eep (to Maddie): Hey. Um, I know I'm like the last person in the world you wanna hear from, but... Um, well, I'm sorry.
Maddie (to Eep): Wait. What are you apologizing for? Were you the one who stole my coat?
Eep (to Maddie): Wait. What? Your coat got stolen? Sorry. Uh, no. You just caught me off guard with that. I just wanted to say sorry for how I acted after we broke up. I know. Old news, but, um... Well, sorry. Also, sorry for getting drunk and rambling on and on about Mouse in front of you. I didn't do it on purpose. But, it was still kinda a dick move. So, uh... Yeah. Sorry. That's all.
Maddie (to Eep): Umm, okay... What's with all of the confessions & apologies? I have to admit, I was kind of being a bitch & deserved it. And yeah, someone stole my coat at the NYE party... but that's not important. Are you okay?
Eep (to Maddie): Just thinking. What makes you think something's wrong?
Maddie (to Eep): Well, you haven't really changed a bit... and when you get all apologetic & introspective that usually means something's up... And, since the last time we actually spoke you said you couldn't forgive me... I'm probably paraphrasing.
Eep (to Maddie): God. I didn't mean it like that. Shit. I really can't do anything right that involves other people, can I?
Maddie (to Eep): What's wrong? What's happened to get you all delving into your past?
Eep (to Maddie): It's... Ehhhh. It's me. Either a decent, really fucked up guy, or the biggest dickhead in the world. Jury is still out on which.
Maddie (to Eep): Look, I should probably apologize to you since you're talking to me... I'm sorry I acted like such a twat. Ever since the divorce, I kept thinking about our relationship & how it seemed much simpler back then. I didn't think about what a manipulative twit, I was & the fact, that it wasn't very healthy.
Eep (to Maddie): Yeah, we weren't really all that good for each other, were we?
Maddie (to Eep): No, we were pretty terrible together... I was using you to get back at my parents & you wanted an escape to get away from yours.
Eep (to Maddie): There's something that hasn't changed about me either.
Maddie (to Eep): What do you mean? The Eep I saw at the NYE party was a far cry from that kid I dated. And, yes it was upsetting to hear you talk about Mouse, but I saw the way she looked at you and it made me happy for you & a bit jealous.
Eep (to Maddie): Yeah. Well, I'm not so far a cry, I think.
Maddie (to Eep): Do you wanna talk about it?
Eep (to Maddie): I dunno. I'm just... This isn't weird?
Maddie (to Eep): Probably... I don't know. I've known you a long time, I'm far away, I'm willing to listen. Clearly, something's bugging you.
Eep (to Maddie): I told Mouse I thought we should take a break last night.
Maddie (to Eep): Oh. Was it not going well?
Eep (to Maddie): Uh, no. Just the opposite. She told me if I asked, she'd probably marry me.
Maddie (to Eep): Wow.
Eep (to Maddie): I'm just... I'm nobody, you know? I barely make ends meet, I'm still fucked up over a lot of stuff that happened a long time ago.
Maddie (to Eep): So, she doesn't know about all of this stuff? You've been lying to her about who you are?
Eep (to Maddie): What? No, of course I haven't been lying to her!
Maddie (to Eep): Then why did you want to cool it off? Or is this because of us? You always hold onto so much old stuff. Do you keep trunks in your head full of everything that you need to worry about?
Eep (to Maddie): No, don't be ridiculous. Of course it's not because of "us." I just... She can do better than me. And yes. I keep lists and flowcharts of things to worry about.
Maddie (to Eep): But she chose you. If I were you, I'd be reveling in it. You told me you loved her... I'd be holding on tight. Do you want to know the real reason why I broke up with you? It wasn't just the proposal...
Eep (to Maddie): Because I was fucking nuts?
Maddie (to Eep): I knew I was holding you back. If we stayed together, you would never be anyone else... I was your safety net. And, it wouldn't be fair, because I loved you, but I wasn't in love with you. You would have just gone along with anything I decided because you didn't want to be alone. We would have been miserable together...
Eep (to Maddie): Yeah. We would have. Not that I did much better on my own.
Maddie (to Eep): No, and I felt terrible about it.
Eep (to Maddie): Honestly, it wasn't your fault. I fuck things up royally on my own. I don't need any extra help.
Maddie (to Eep): I hate to break it to you... but it takes two to make a relationship work. I'm as much to blame... you just like to suffer more. Well, what are you going to do now?
Eep (to Maddie): I don't know. I still think she'd be better off without me. But, fucked if I know.
Maddie (to Eep): So, you'd rather that she was alone than be with you, the man that loves her? I don't understand the logic.
Eep (to Maddie): Fuck.
Maddie (to Eep): Do you want me to agree with you & tell you I think everything is your fault? Would that make you feel better?
Eep (to Maddie): DO you agree with me?
Maddie (to Eep): Hell, no... I think you've been punishing yourself for a decade for the dumbass mistakes of 2 teenagers. I was going to break your heart one way or the other, Eep. I chose to do it in a very stupid manner, but I was a dumb kid. I am really and truly sorry.
Eep (to Maddie): We were both stupid… And thanks.
Maddie (to Eep): You're welcome... do you feel any better? Or do you want to yell at me some more?
Eep (to Maddie): Heh. No. I don't want to yell at you. And I don't know that I feel better. And I'm still not sure if I'm doing the right thing or if I'm just a scared dickhead.
Maddie (to Eep): Well, stop thinking for a minute about doing what's best for Mouse & worrying about being a dick... what do you want? Do you want to be with her? If you don't want to be with her, then it's good you're doing it now rather than later. You'll both recover much faster. But, if you do want to be with her, then you need to go talk to her.
Eep (to Maddie): Yeah. I love her. More than anyone I've ever known. That's why... I don't know.
Maddie (to Eep): Love is unconditional, you don't get to choose.
Eep (to Maddie): Yeah…
Maddie (to Eep): Look, I was in love with my husband, hell, there's a part of me that still is... but, his heart changed, it hurts. But, I got Ashley out of it and I wouldn't have changed that for an instance. No matter what. Not many opportunities come along in this world to find someone to love & share your life with...
Eep (to Maddie): God... I don't know, Mad. I guess I need to talk to her no matter what. Provided she'll actually talk to me, that is.
Maddie (to Eep): Good luck... I really do want you to be happy, Eep. You DO deserve to be happy despite whatever you might think
Eep (to Maddie): Yeah. Maybe. Maybe not.
Maddie (to Eep): I can't possibly be the only one that you talked to about this... what did your friends say?
Eep (to Maddie): That I'm an idiot. Essentially.
Maddie (to Eep): So, you're an idiot. If that's your worst crime against humanity, I think you're doing fairly well. Stop procrastinating and go talk to your girlfriend, you big idiot.
Eep (to Maddie): Yeah. Um, thanks Maddie.
Maddie (to Eep): You're welcome... now, go on.
Eep (to Mouse): Um. Hey. I, uh, I understand if you don't wanna talk to me.
An hour later:
Mouse (to Eep): Hey... sorry, I just woke up from a nap.
Eep (to Mouse): No, it's... Um, it's fine. I figured you just didn't want to talk to me. Right now, I mean. I mean, I probably wouldn't wanna talk to me. Except that you are talking to me. Oh. Um... Sorry. Rambling.
Mouse (to Eep): Um, I don't mean to be rude... but, what do you want? I didn't sleep very well last night & I know it's going to be a long night at work...
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. No, you're right. I, uh, I just wanted... I mean, I thought I should...
Mouse (to Eep): Thought you should what?
Eep (to Mouse): Talk to you. Which I shoulda done yesterday. And now that I'm trying to do it, I've got my foot so far down my throat I don't know what to say. Um, I don't think I'm good for you. And I thought I was doing what was best for you. Without talking to you about it. Which was shitty and stupid and... um... a dumb fuck guy thing, I guess? I dunno.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, it was.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. It was, and I'm a dick. I know it. I, um... I'm sorry. I, uh... Christ! Look. I'm... I don't know what to say. I don't know how to excuse myself or how to explain myself or anything. I just... I love you. And I was afraid. Afraid I was just gonna fuck you up or fuck this up or make you hate me or whatever other bullshit. And I thought if I really loved you that much, I wouldn't do that to you. I'm not good for you, so I shouldn't drag this out. So I just... whatever! I just thought I was doing you a favor. And I know that's shitty...
Mouse (to Eep): What the fuck do you want? You made it damn clear yesterday that you don't want to be with me, despite the fact that I love you and you love me. And, I'm really hurt. You acted like you're the only one that has those concerns... like, I don't know what's best for me.
Eep (to Mouse): I know. You're right, OK? I don't know what else to say other than you're right and I'm a fucking moron. NO ONE should make choices for you, and I have. I'm... I'm exactly what I thought I'd always be in a relationship. I'm a big shitty, macho dick, and I'm sorry. Look. I TOLD you I was broken. I told you that. I'm just... fuck. You don't need me doing this to you before work, OK? I'm sorry. I'll just... I won't be there tonight. Don't worry. I won't. I'm not trying to be this guy. OK?
Mouse (to Eep): Eep, I love you... please don't do this...
Eep (to Mouse): I'm sorry. Look. I'm sorry, but why? Why the fuck would you love a guy like me?
Mouse (to Eep): Why, wouldn't I? You're sweet, smart, talented and damn sexy.
Eep (to Mouse): Mouse, I...
Mouse (to Eep): I love you, for the fact, that when you walk into a room it makes me smile no matter if it's been 4 minutes or 4 hours since I saw you. I love you, for the fact, that I told you all the really freaky weird stuff & you didn't run away. I love you, for the fact, that you trusted me enough to share all the messed up stuff that happened to you. I love you, for the fact, that you unconsciously stick your tongue out when you're concentrating on a painting sometimes. I love you, for the fact, that when you think no one is looking you smile at the cat. I could continue... if you'd like.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. God. You left out the part where I'm a huge massive dick.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I'm not really sure I love that about you. But, all of the other things generally make up for it.
Eep (to Mouse): God. I really didn't think I could feel like a bigger asshole than I did before.
Mouse (to Eep): So, did you just want to tell me again how you don't want to be with me? Because, if this is going to become a daily ritual, I'd really like to skip it.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. No. Sorry. I'm... I'm an idiot. I don't wanna tell you how I don't wanna be with you. Um, again.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, what do you want?
Eep (to Mouse): I, uh... God. You're asking what I want, right? What I actually want?
Mouse (to Eep): Yes. Look, if you don't want to be with me, just say so. But, please don't use the excuse that you're doing it for me. Because, that's not what I want.
Eep (to Mouse): I love you, and, um, I wanna be with you. I'm just... Um, scared that I'm gonna fuck this up somehow. And hurt you. Which I already did. Because I'm a dick.
Mouse (to Eep): I don't think there's any permanent damage... As for the fucking it up... how do you know? How do you know we don't stay together for 80 years? Or if I hurt you? Do you have a crystal ball that I don't know about? But, I will say this... if you ever break up with me again, don't EVER use the excuse that you're doing it for my own good. And, you better be doing it because YOU DON'T want to be with me, anymore.
Eep (to Mouse): No. You're right. That was one of the stupidest things I've ever done. And that's saying something coming from me.
Mouse (to Eep): So... you do realize what you have to do next?
Eep (to Mouse): Um...
Mouse (to Eep): Well, two things, really... first, go talk to Vincent, because he is absolutely livid at you and once he has forgiven you, then you can ask me to be your girlfriend. This is the penalty for the stupid... and then, we will forget all of this happened.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh God. Yeah. OK.
Mouse (to Eep): Count yourself lucky. I was about to buy the "Greatest Pop Hits of the 90's" & turn my speakers to your bedroom wall for the next week.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh God. I wouldn't have blamed you. I, uh, heard Chumbawumba playing last night.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh yeah... sorry about that. I was pissed & it was the first thing that popped in my head.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, Wanda was happy for one.
Mouse (to Eep): So, is there any chance that I can get a hug? Or is that weird?
Eep (to Mouse): Um. I would really like a hug. I may need one after I talk to your brother.
Mouse (to Eep): Let me know when you're done with Vincent & I'll meet you on the porch for a hug & a clove.
Delia (to Mouse): You look happier. Things get sorted?
Mouse (to Delia): Yeah, I think so. I'm sorry for acting a bit crazy... but I did mean what I said you can take as much time as you need to find a place. It's been nice having you here.
Delia (to Mouse): And it's been nice being here. Don't worry about the drama. It happens. I had a talk w/ Eep earlier I hope it helped.
Eep (to Vincent): Um. Hey.
Vincent (to Eep): What?
Eep (to Vincent): I, um, I spoke to your sister.
Vincent (to Eep): Oh. Rlly? Did you make her cry again? Cause that's what she spent all last nite doing, u know.
Eep (to Vincent): God. I managed to apologize to her for being such a huge dick.
Vincent (to Eep): And?
Eep (to Vincent): And she says I have to get you to forgive me, and then I have to ask her to be my girlfriend again.
Vincent (to Eep): REALLY? What will u do 2 get me 2 4give u?
Eep (to Vincent): Oh God... You're going to milk this for all it's worth, aren't you?
Vincent (to Eep): Damn straight.
Eep (to Vincent): God, I know I'm going to regret saying this, but anything you want.
Vincent (to Eep): ANYthing?
Eep (to Vincent): Anything that doesn't involve physical touching.
Vincent (to Eep): I'll think abt it & let u know.
Eep (to Mouse): God, Vincent's thinking about it. I'm in limbo for a while, I guess.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I'll meet you outside for a clove & a hug, anyway...
Eep (to Mouse): Yep. See you in a second. I'm, um, I'm sorry.
A few hours later:
Mouse (to Vincent): So, how long are you going to make Eep squirm?
Vincent (to Mouse): I haven't decided.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, he deserves to suffer a little bit, but please don't drag it out too long.
Vincent (to Mouse): All rite. All rite. (to Eep) So... what do I do with you?
Eep (to Vincent): Oh Lord…
Vincent (to Eep): So... what if I were 2 ask u 4 naked pictures?
Eep (to Vincent): You can't be serious.
Vincent (to Eep): What if I was?
Eep (to Vincent): Jesus Christ, Vincent.
Vincent (to Eep): Well, wld u do it?
Eep (to Vincent): God... Vincent. Could you do something that won't utterly humiliate me? I just got done REALLY pissing off Mouse. Somehow I don't think sending you nudie pics is gonna help my case.
Mouse (to Vincent): Ok, tell him something reasonable or I'm coming over there & smacking you...
Vincent (to Mouse): I will. I will. I'm just making him sweat. (to Eep) Well, how sorry r u? What abt ur infamous film. I'm the only 1 who hasn't seen it u know. Wld u let me watch it?
Eep (to Vincent): WHAT?
Vincent (to Eep): Well?
Eep (to Vincent): No!
Vincent (to Eep): U said *anything*. I guess u weren't serious then.
Eep (to Vincent): Fat Christ, Vincent... What the fuck is wrong is you? ... Fine. If being a sick fucking pervert will satisfy you, FINE. Whatever.
Vincent (to Eep): Wait... rlly?
Eep (to Vincent): Whatever. You wanna see it? Fine. I've made a big enough idiot out of myself this week. What's more fucking embarrassment? Yeah. Whatever.
Vincent (to Eep): OK. Ur 4given. I'm still mad as hell @ u, but if Mouse has 4given u 4 being an idiot, so do I.
Eep (to Vincent): Yeah. Whatever.
Vincent (to Eep): Oh calm down. I'm not rlly going 2 watch it. I just wanted 2 see if u were sufficiently contrite.
Eep (to Vincent): You little... Jesus. (to Mouse) I think your brother has finally forgiven me.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh?
Eep (to Mouse): Um... Yeah. So uh, will you forgive me, and, um... would you be my girlfriend?
Mouse (to Eep): hmmm...
Eep (to Mouse): You're gonna make me work for it, aren't you?
Mouse (to Eep): Well, you certainly would deserve it... But, I missed you.
Eep (to Mouse): I... I'm really sorry.
Vincent (to Mouse): Ur being WAY 2 easy on him. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): I know… (to Eep) I want to be with you, so I guess, that means I should be your girlfriend.:-)
