Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I'm going to be showing my friend, Dominique, around town today. She's dying to meet you, if you'd like to join us.
Vincent (to Poppy): Somehow, I think I can find a way 2 make myself available 2 a pair of lovely ladies. ;-}
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, you know just what to say to a girl... we're walking over to the café now, if you want to meet us.
Mouse (to Eep): Hey there, Captain Mopey... you feeling any better? Any chance I might get to see you before work?
Eep (to Mouse): Hey! I'm hanging in there. I'm at the day job right now, but I get off early today if you wanna hang out after.
Mouse (to Eep): I'd really like that... is there anything I can say to get you to stop beating yourself up about all of this?
Eep (to Mouse): God. I'm that fucking obvious, huh?
Mouse (to Eep): Well, cut it out... please.
Eep (to Mouse): Sorry. I'm just... I'm having a real hard time not feeling like the biggest douchenozzle in the world. And everybody's being all nice and understanding about it... It's freaking me out a little.
Mouse (to Eep): What? You're freaking out because no one is staying pissed at you?
Eep (to Mouse): Kinda. Well... not freaking out exactly. I'm just a little, um, surprised, I guess. Wasn't really the reaction I was expecting.
Mouse (to Eep): So, if we were being mad @ you, would you feel better? Because your acting like this is upsetting me & I'm trying to move past it. I don't expect you to be chipper or anything, but the whole avoiding me thing is beginning to be almost as bad as the break up.
Eep (to Mouse): Fuck! I'm sorry. I swear to God at some point I'm gonna get my head out of my ass. I'm just not used to... You know what? Fuck it. It isn't about me. I'm being an idiot. Again. How can I make it up to you?
Mouse (to Eep): You don't have to do anything to make it up to me... that's what I've been trying to get through that thick skull of yours.
Eep (to Mouse): You sure? Now would be a great time to get me to do something dumb. Like wear my yogurt hat to the club. That, uh, that was a joke. Seriously though. I can't promise I'll stop feeling like a jerk right away. But I can promise to try. It might surprise you to know, but I have a hard time letting things go.
Mouse (to Eep): Really? But, you seemed so willing to let me go... Oh... sorry, that came out way meaner than I intended.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah, well... It's not like I didn't deserve it. Shit! I just said I wasn't gonna say shit like that... Fuck. Sorry. God. You're still hurt. I'm still humiliated... How about you just punch me in the guts and then we can move on?
Mouse (to Eep): hmmm... I'd be willing. :-p
Eep (to Mouse): OK. One free shot after I get off from work. Uh, just don't hit me in the face. If your brother is any indication, you hit hard as fuck and I HATE being punched in the face.
Mouse (to Eep): HAHAHAHA! No, no, that's ok. I don't really want to hit you at all. But, it's really nice of you to make the offer.
Eep (to Mouse): You sure? If you don't take me up on this offer, you'll have to wait til I say something stupid again before you can hit me... That could take hours.
Mouse (to Eep): I guess I'll just have to take my chances... unless, you really want me to punch you. Would that make you feel better? Wait. No, no... this is not a good precedent to start.
Eep (to Mouse): God. Probably not. I'll end up in a coma by the end of the week.
Mouse (to Eep): How about you just make some empanadas & we'll call it even?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I can manage that. Tomorrow night?
Mouse (to Eep): Sounds good.
Eep (to Mouse): And... Um, I know I should have said this earlier, way WAY earlier. I know that, um, this dumb thing I did, dumping you, I mean. It probably make you think, or worry at least, that I didn't love you. Didn't love you as much as you love me, anyway. But I do. Everytime I see you, I get all, flustered and excited, and I feel an idiot, and like I'm gonna fall all over myself. That, uh, that was supposed to be a compliment, by the way. I'm kinda awestruck by you, you know. You're more than a little bit amazing. I mean, you're smart and talented and gorgeous. You've had so much terrible shit happen to you, and you're still... I dunno. That's what freaked me out, you know. I just couldn't figure out why, or HOW someone like you could be with me. I... God. Sorry. I'm kinda shit at this. Shit. I'm just rambling all over myself. But, um, yeah. I love you, and I... I do NOT know what to say now.
Mouse (to Eep): I love you too... and you don't ever give yourself enough credit. I know, you've been through some really horrible stuff too... There's a quote that springs to mind... "One can judge a man by the company he keeps". And it's true, you know, if you had said all of this earlier, we could have probably avoided all this stupid stuff? Would you have so many people who care about you, if you were this awful loser, you think you are?
Eep (to Mouse): I, um, I don't know. I never really thought of it that way. I, uh, I guess not. And, yeah. I know I could have avoided everything if I had opened my fucking mouth. Lesson learned.
Mouse (to Eep): Now, that's all out of the way... I don't know if you have ever had it & I really hope I made it right... but I made an Argentinian stew, if you're hungry.
Eep (to Mouse): Uh, yeah. What kinda stew did you make?
Mouse (to Eep): I think the recipe called it Locro de Mondongo, but I actually made it without the tripe... as I don't like it. I thought it would be fun to make it... and I didn't want to teach myself how to make empanadas, since that's your thing. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Oh wow. Uh, yeah. I've had it. I haven't had it in a LONG time though. It, uh, it kinda takes ALL day, so I've never tried it.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, it does... I started this morning on it. I was going to bring it over to you in hopes to coax you out of your mood.
Eep (to Mouse): Wow. I, uh, I don't know what to say. Heh. My my mom used to make it for the restaurant where she worked. It's been a while. Anyway. Almost there. See you in a few.
Four hours later:
Mouse (to Delia & Vincent): Did you two purposefully dress like the Goth Wonder Twins?
Leon (to Mouse, Vincent & Delia): Yeah, I was wondering the same thing. Was I not supposed to wear black leather pants tonight?
Vincent (to Mouse): The Wonder Twins? Rlly? U can't fault a man 4 wearing silver lamé?
Mouse (to Vincent): No, but you, sort of, match... Was there a memo that I missed?
Vincent (to Mouse): Sweetie, if we had a theme u KNOW I wld have insisted u participate.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, that's good to know. :-)
Delia (to Vincent & Mouse): I'm the girl so at least I'm the cool wonder twin. How DID you convince me to wear silver lamé, sugar butt?
Vincent (to Delia): Charm & charisma. What else. Besides, it looks GOOD. (to Leon) FYI new guy: Leather pants r always a yes.
Delia (to Leon): I like em but... if you want help out of em...
Leon (to Delia): They are pretty tight...for a variety of reasons.
Delia (to Leon): hmmm... is that so? Well, I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable. Maybe I could fix those things... if you want?
Leon (to Delia): With the cold and crappy weather, I'm betting you'd rather not walk. Besides, I make a good bed warmer. Just ask Big Pete.
Delia (to Leon): oh I remember... but I wouldn't mind a reminder.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, can you get these gargantuan amazons away from the bar, so I can order our drinks?
Vincent (to Poppy): Awww. Of course, sweetie.
A couple hours later:
Eep (to Mouse): OK. Who's been putting what in the water?
Mouse (to Eep): Huh? I've been busy spinning... What's going on?
Eep (to Mouse): Everyone is talking about their pants. I'm really trying not to pay attention beyond that.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, um, I like your pants, too? Wait... Sorry, I'm having a technical issue here.
Eep (to Mouse): Wait. What?
Mouse (to Eep): Sorry, I was distracted by a faulty CD player. What's going on with everyone's pants? Is that why everyone's acting odd?
Eep (to Mouse): I don't know. Everyone seems a little more, uh, enthusiastic tonight. About their pants.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I feel, sort of, left out... I feel indifferent about pants, maybe it's because I'm wearing a skirt. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Well, no one is interested in my pants either. Which... I'm actually REALLY grateful for. And, um, I'm not complaining about your skirt.
Mouse (to Eep): Um... thanks. Is it hot in here?
Eep (to Mouse): I'm alright. I mean, it's a little warm from the heat, but it's not that bad. Are you OK? You look a little flushed.
Mouse (to Eep): Uh, yeah, I think so... just suddenly feel a little, um... odd.
Eep (to Mouse): How do you feel? Do you want me to drive you home?
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, that would be great...
Eep (to Mouse): Are you sure you're OK? You're, uh, you're worrying me a little bit. I'd almost think you were drunk, but I know you didn't have that much to drink.
Mouse (to Eep): Ummm, I'm not sure what's wrong with me... I'm suddenly feeling very excited, if you know what I mean...
Eep (to Mouse): Anxious? Shit. Maybe it's an allergic reaction to something? Did you eat anything different?
Mouse (to Eep): No, not anxious, exactly...
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. OH! Um, you should, uh... You should really probably put that back on, and I should take you home.
Mouse (to Eep): But, it's soooo warm.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Yeeeeah. But it's gonna be cold outside, so, um, clothes are a good thing.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, alright... you're no fun.
Eep (to Mouse): No. No I'm not. C'mon. I'll take you home. (to Vincent) Hey. Um, I'm taking Mouse home. She's acting REALLY weird. I think someone might have slipped something into her drink... And you are totally making out with Poppy and... Oh God. And possibly Leon. So I'm talking to myself. Right.
