Vincent (to Mouse): I said I wldn't tattle on him, but I have 2. Ur beau stopped by this AM & dropped off a bucket of Gatoraide 2 help "flush my system." I think he just wanted 2 check on me.
Mouse (to Vincent): Yeah, he was concerned…
Vincent (to Mouse): How adorbz is that? Somewhere under all that anger is a soft marshmallow center.
Mouse (to Vincent): Aww, I think that's why he's so surly... Are you feeling any better? Legs working yet?
Vincent (to Mouse): Very nearly. I don't feel as shaky, but I can't seem 2 get rid of the headache & vertigo.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, if you're still feeling like that by tomorrow, I'm taking you the doctor's office.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh now. Don't fret. I'll b fine, sweetie. I've had worse hangovers.
Mouse (to Vincent): Fine, but this could be serious... There are adverse side effects to that stuff. So tell me if you still feel ill, please?
Vincent (to Mouse): I know sweetie. I also know how u get. I don't want u fretting urself in2 a state. I promise I'll tell u if I don't feel better.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm sorry... You're the only family I have. Of course, I'm gonna worry.
Vincent (to Mouse): I'll b fine. How is every1 else fairing?
Mouse (to Vincent): Delia is still in her room, I tried to coax her out with coffee a few minutes ago but she said no thanks. I haven't heard from Leon or Poppy, but they both have day jobs. So hopefully they're holding up okay.
Vincent (to Mouse): How r u feeling?
Mouse (to Vincent): A bit rundown, but not too bad. I'm actually kinda surprised by that, but I'm not complaining.
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, I'm glad I'm the only 1 2 get knocked on his butt at least. I just hope none of the club patrons got sick. That wld b TERRIBLE 4 Drac's Daughter.
Mouse (to Vincent): Yes, it would. Sasha's looking into it. He was really angry when I told him... I don't think I've ever seen him like that.
Vincent (to Mouse): Do we all suspect the same obnoxious old lady of dosing us?
Mouse (to Vincent): Yes, I believe we do.
Vincent (to Mouse): Ooo. That Inga! I wish I cld say I was surprised.
Mouse (to Vincent): Really? I have to admit that I'm a little shocked. I mean, I knew she could be a bit cruel & vicious verbally but this is just evil.
Vincent (to Mouse): Not me. She's nastier than she lets on. She followed me in2 the bathroom 1 nite when I 1st started working there. She was trying 2 pull me in2 a stall w/ her when Jules walked in & kicked her out. The nxt day he got roofied. Every1 thought it was that crazy blonde. I was never so sure.
Mouse (to Vincent): God, that hag... You were 18. I'm gonna kill her.
Vincent (to Mouse): It's 1 of the main reasons she & I cld nvr b civil 2 1 another. That & all the shit she talked abt u. She'll get her's, sweet sister. Don't wrry abt it.
Mouse (to Vincent): I wouldn't be surprised by anything she says about me. When I first started, she accused me of being Sasha's mistress. Said that was the only way a pretty, untalented thing like me could get a job there. Which was quite funny, because Sasha hired me after listening to a demo that I emailed him. He actually thought I was a guy until he met me.
Vincent (to Mouse): That's b/c u get work based on ur ability & merits, sweetie. Inga has no idea what that entails. It's prolly y she opened her own club. She cldn't get another place 2 hire her. & since she won't b able 2 compete w/ her bro fairly, she's trying 2 ruin Drac's Daughter's rep.
Mouse (to Vincent): You're probably right... I wish you weren't.
Vincent (to Mouse): Me 2, b/c then I wldn't feel like I got hit by a bus. ;-} Speaking of which. I'm going 2 try 2 get some more sleep. I'm exhausted. I've been having TERRIBLE nightmares since Sat nite.
Mouse (to Vincent): Awww, sweetie. That's rough. Get some sleep. Give me a call if you need anything.
Vincent (to Mouse): Ur on speed dial. & say TY 2 Eep 4 me. I tried 2 thank him but he kept insisting my apt was on his way 2 work, the liar. Love u, sweet. See u when I'm up 2 snuff.
An hour or so later:
Delia: Ugh.. I wasn't feeling it before but I sure am now. Damn you drugged water. Tesla loves me.. I think I'm just gonna stay here and cuddle him.
Mouse (to Delia): Can I get you anything? Some water, tea, food?
Delia (to Mouse): No.. thanks. I'm good for now. I might emerge later for food. I have some water already.. just trying to sleep this off.
Mouse (to Delia): Ok. There's some stew in the fridge & if you want something a little lighter, let me know & I'll whip something up. (to Eep) Hey there, mister man... I hope the yog isn't giving you too much trouble. Thank you for the coffee...
Eep (to Mouse): No problem. It wasn't too strong, was it? I'm still trying to learn how to brew that weak swill you drink. :p
Mouse (to Eep): I don't like weak swill... I just don't like my coffee to slap me in the face, I like it to be a warm hug. :-P And, it was perfect, by the way... Was the reason you asked to borrow my car, so you could go check on Vincent?
Eep (to Mouse): Uh... Should I even bother saying no? I get the feeling that you already know the answer to that question.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, for whatever you reason you wanted to keep it secret from me... just know that I think it was nice & Vincent appreciated it.
Eep (to Mouse): I wasn't really trying to keep it from you. I was gonna tell you. Um, eventually. I didn't want to worry you about Vincent too much. And, um, I didn't want you to think I was trying to gain points or something.
Mouse (to Eep): Points? Oh, my sweet Felix, you already have all of the points. :-) Besides, I know you care about the little perv. It's okay to worry about him.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um, yeah... I do, I guess. He's an endearing little weirdo.
Mouse (to Eep): Yes, he is... so, do you think he's okay?
Eep (to Mouse): Well, he looked pretty rough this morning when I saw him, but he said he hadn't been sleeping. You guys all seem to be shaking this off pretty well & Vincent is super tiny. Whatever this is probably just hit him hardest.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, that's because I'm a superhero... :-P Seriously though, Dr. Addison said that people are affected by it differently, not to mention the dosage.
Eep (to Mouse): I forgot about your almost-but-not-quite-super powers.
Mouse (to Eep): My superhero name is Not-Quite Dead Girl... but yeah, Vincent did mention something to me about nightmares. I wonder if the nightmares are from the drug or from Leon?Delia had some weird dreams after staying over there a couple weeks ago.
Eep (to Mouse): What? How would Leon cause bad dreams?
Mouse (to Eep): Oh yeah, I didn't tell you the whole Leon story… he's being haunted in his dreams by an aboriginal medicine man. It's something to do with his ancestors in Australia.
Eep (to Mouse): Huh. Which is why you were talking to Greg about it. Right. I should have been able to figure that one out.
Mouse (to Eep): It's okay... a lot has happened since then.
Eep (to Mouse): No shit. Hey, uh, do you want to do empanadas tonight, or should we wait until you're feeling better? I know you're not 100% yet.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm feeling much better, just a little sluggish. So, tonight would be good... or did you have something else you needed to do?
Eep (to Mouse): Nah. I can pick up supplies on my way home from work tonight. I'm gonna be off in a few. Does that sound OK?
Mouse (to Eep): Yes, sounds perfect... you do realize that you're going to spoil me & then I'm going to demand homemade empanadas weekly? :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, if it keeps you wanting me around, I'm not gonna complain. I should probably make extra. My roommates will want some, and we can give some to Leon, Delia & Vincent. They keep pretty well & I'll bet no one wants to cook.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I'll happily help. Put me to work... I promise to do whatever you tell me. My kitchen is yours for the evening.
Eep (to Mouse): Uh... Whatever I say? Oh God! Sorry! Sorry. Um, I clearly spent too much time around your brother first thing in the morning. Jesus. Sorry. Um, right. Kitchen. And food. I need to get food. Right. I'll, um, I'll see you soon.
Mouse (to Eep): Sorry, I didn't mean to distract you. See you soon. :-)
Four hours later:
Eep (to Mouse & Delia): Hey. Dinner's gonna be on in about 10 min. Delia, we have LOTS of empanadas if you feel up to eating some. If not, don't worry. There'll be leftovers.
Delia (to Eep): wha? Oh thanks. Sorry.. I was asleep. I'm gonna grab a quick shower and I'll be out.
Mouse (to Eep): Am I allowed back in the kitchen?
Eep (to Mouse): Yep. Um... Sorry. Didn't realize I got territorial when I cooked. No one has ever tried to join me in there before.
Mouse (to Eep): Ha! Territorial, he says... you smacked my hand with a wooden spoon... my wooden spoon, I might add.
Eep (to Mouse): Sorry. Sorry! You were trying to add the meat too early. ...Sorry.
Mouse (to Eep): It's ok... I, uh, actually found it kinda hot. You being all bossy in the kitchen, I mean, not the hitting me with a spoon.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um. Wow. I, uh, I don't know what to say. You really are trying to get me to make you empanadas every week, aren't you?
Mouse (to Eep): Quite possibly. :-P I mean, seriously can you blame me? It's nice to have someone cook for me, as I'm usually the one who does it.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh, heh. I guess not. I'm not gonna lie. When you first made that Thai food, I was knocked on my ass.
Mouse (to Eep): Thank you. I seriously thought about opening my own tiny café, at one point, but after the whole Greg thing. I didn't want to be tied down & I was a bit afraid to.
Eep (to Mouse): Jesus! Yeah. I can see how your whole history with Greg might make you hesitate to do anything with food. My mom used to work as a cook in an Argentinian restaurant called The Knife. I'm not super good at it, but sometimes I feel like I grew up in kitchens. It's a miracle I wasn't a fat kid.
Mouse (to Eep): I think you're pretty damn good at it. Hell, if you ever want to learn more, I'd be happy to show you.
Eep (to Mouse): And I wouldn't mind learning some more tricks. But, uh, only if you promise not to smack me with a spoon. :p
Mouse (to Eep): I suppose... but, how else am I going to get my revenge? :-P
Eep (to Mouse): I thought you didn't want to hit me.
Mouse (to Eep): I meant with the spoon, silly.
An hour or so later:
Delia: Amazing how much a shower and good food make you feel human again. Thanks for dinner, Eep!
Eep (to Delia): No problem.
Delia (to Eep): Tesla certainly looks less worried now. I think he was afraid I would die then would have no one to feed his fluffy butt.
Eep (to Delia): Heh. Well, I'm glad you're feeling better. Vincent is still feeling pretty rough, though. Mouse is pretty worried about him.
Delia (to Eep): Not surprised. They're tiny and drank more then anyone else. I am going to BEAT Satanica. Offer me a job then ruin my rep? Bitch.
Eep (to Delia): You may have to get in line.
Delia (to Eep): Happily. I don't mind sharing a beating if it means she gets the point. I'm also for filing a police report.
Leon (to Vincent): So...if you happen to have had a long dead aboriginal medicine man show you a terrible accidental shooting, that's my fault. (to Poppy) Feel I should apologize for any weird dreams you might have had while staying at my place. And for any incidental soreness.
Poppy (to Leon): Oh, honey, thanks for the heads up... but, it's not really necessary. I don't dream, at least, not that I can ever recall.
Vincent (to Leon): Mmm? Oh. Srry. Still a little loopy. Aboriginal man? What r u talking about?
Leon (to Vincent): People who stay too close to me seem to get this weird spill over from my nightmares. Sorry if they freaked you out.
Vincent (to Leon): Ah. I've been having nightmares 2 b sure, but I don't recall any shootings. Mostly moments frm my past I'd rather not relive. After 1 horribly vivid dream, b4 I woke up, there was a scene where I was sitting w/ an older Shaman looking gent at a fire. He shared a beer w/ me. I guess ur Aborigine just liked me. Who can blame him, honestly?
Leon (to Vincent): He took it easy on you, then. Buy me a drink some time and I'll tell you one hell of a story about an unfortunate haunting. (to Mouse) Hey...wanted to let you know that I'm on my feet. Not doing great, but I'll live. I want to know who's ass needs kicking 4 this.
Vincent (to Leon): Well, if he wanted 2 scare the shit out of me, he picked the rite memories 2 do it. I may take u up in that drink once I'm better.
Mouse (to Leon): I'm glad to hear you're feeling better. The working theory is Satanica, however, we don't have any proof. (to Eep) Thank you for the empanadas... I think I consumed my body weight.
Eep (to Mouse): So, uh, am I forgiven for being a dick now?
Mouse (to Eep): Honestly, I forgave you, yesterday, when you were being all concerned about Vincent. But, I really wanted the empanadas. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): I feel so used.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh. I'm sorry.
Eep (to Mouse): Kidding. Kidding! I'm just teasing to hide my massive relief.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I thought it was fairly obvious after last night, but if you need me to actually say it. I forgive you.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I know I'm being really stupid, but if you say it... Um. Well, I can remind myself that you said it. Later.
Mouse (to Eep): Why? What's going to happen later?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Nothing's going to happen, really. But sometimes, you know, I start turning things over in my head. And, um, worrying. So, uh, it helps I know, w/ no questions, that you're not pissed at me anymore. Cause otherwise I might stress. Cause I'm dumb.
Mouse (to Eep): I think I'm about to march you into my room & show you that I forgive you... again.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um. Wow. Uh... Should I send my roommates home?
Mouse (to Eep): No, I want it to be a surprise, if I decide to. And, they can find their own way home. But, if you keep talking about how dumb you are, you're going to give me no choice. ;-)
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. God. Um, am I blushing? I feel like I'm blushing. Robert's grinning at me like I'm blushing...
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, you're blushing a little... sorry. I'm gonna go outside for a clove...
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Mind if I join you? I could use a smoke.
Mouse (to Eep): hmmm... I don't know. if you come out here, I may be distracted too much… Of course, you can, silly.
Eep (to Mouse): Sorry. I didn't think that Robert & Wanda would follow us out here. They are SO fucking goddamn nosy.
Mouse (to Eep): It's ok... I actually like both of them.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. They like you too. I've been getting an earful lately. Not that I'm surprised.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um, yeah. They kinda were telling me what they think of you. I think they were worried I'd sabotage it. They wanted to make sure I knew how good they though you were for me, & how lucky I was, & how happy they were to see me happy. This, uh... This was the day AFTER I, um, told you we should take a break. Of course.
Mouse (to Eep): Awww, I have such a desire to give them both hugs & call them Mom & Dad, right now and tell them not to worry, that I'll take good care of their little boy. Just to see what they'd do... :-p
Eep (to Mouse): Oh... Heh. I have no idea. But, uh, I wouldn't stop you if you wanted to.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm so going to do it.
A couple minutes later:
Eep (to Mouse): Wow. I don't think I've ever seen Robert laugh that hard.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh come on, you had to have loved the look on Wanda's face. I thought she was going to slap me.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, I'm glad she didn't. But, yeah... That was pretty fucking funny.
Mouse (to Eep): Thank you, thank you.... I'll be here all night. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, I can hope so.
Mouse (to Eep): You know, it's very difficult to behave myself when you keep saying sweet things to me.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um, I'm not trying to, uh... Ah. Yeah. But, I'm not encouraging you to behave yourself either.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, then your choices are to say good night to your roommates or to me, as I think I'm going to head to bed in a minute...
Eep (to Mouse): Oh, um... Well, I'd rather not say good night to, uh, to you. Um, unless you want me to.
Mouse (to Eep): Of course, I want you to stay with me. I'm going to say good night to Wanda & Robert. I'm going to grab your hand then you can either give me a kiss & send me on my way or come with me & say good night to them... I leave it to you. :-)
