Mouse (to Eep): I made coffee & muffins, if you want any... and Delia is nowhere to be seen.
Delia (to Mouse): crap! Sorry, I'll be around soonish. Left Leon’s not long ago and had a couple errands to run before I came back.
Mouse (to Delia): No worries! I couldn't quite tell if you had gotten up ridiculously early or just not come home.
Delia (to Mouse): yeeeeeah... >.> it. Was the former or, latter rather. lol. Need to learn to read apparently!
Mouse (to Delia): heehee, it's okay... there are muffins in the kitchen when you get back.
Eep (to Mouse): That sounds amazing. Didn't get much sleep last night.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh? Why not?
Eep (to Mouse): I don't... I mean, you probably don't... God. Robert's new piece of ass is a screamer. I think it was revenge for yesterday. He looked pretty fucking smug this morning when he was eating my cereal. Again.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, I'm sorry... You are more than welcome to take a nap in my room. I was going to work in my studio for a bit. And, I'll pick you up some cereal, so you can have a hidden stash at my place. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. That doesn't sound like a bad plan. Robert already promised to replace the cereal.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, it's a much better plan than the other one I was thinking of...
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I dunno. I kinda like the idea of a secret cereal stash.
Three hours later:
Mouse: Damn it! I just sliced my hand open on some broken glass. (to Leon) Hey, Leon... you may need to spin tonight. I'll be there, but I just sliced my hand open & I may need stitches.
Leon (to Mouse): K. Hope the damage is not too bad. I'll start off easy and work the crowd up like my mentor taught me. See you later on.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh noes! R U OK?
Mouse (to Vincent): I think so... I'm sitting in the ER... shit! I just realized that Eep is still sleeping in my room. I'm probably going to need a couple stitches... I'm feeling a little woozy.
Vincent (to Mouse): Stay there. I'll go grab ur boy & we'll come pick U up. Did U drive urself to the ER?
Mouse (to Vincent): No, Delia drove me, but she had a quick errand to run, so I told her not to worry about me.
Vincent (to Mouse): Well then, I'm going 2 worry abt U. Besides, after waking up ur beau, I may need a few stitches of my own.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, you could just pin a note on him & leave him be... if you don't want to risk it.
Delia (to Mouse): hey, I'm headed back to the hosiptal with your car. Is there anything you need?
Mouse (to Delia): No, I don't think so... you can actually just take the car home. Vincent is coming to the hospital. Thank you for driving me!
Delia (to Mouse): No worries. I’ll make sure everything runs smooth at the club tonight then.
Vincent (to Mouse): On our way, sweetie.
Eep (to Mouse): Are you OK? Vincent said you're in the ER! No. Of course you're not OK. Sorry. Dumb question. OK. We'll see you soon.
Mouse (to Eep): I gashed my hand open on broken glass while I was washing the dishes... I'm not quite sure how it happened. Luckily, Delia was there... we wrapped it with a towel & headed here. I think I'm going to need stitches.
Eep (to Mouse): Jesus! You should of woken me up. Are you OK?
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sorry... there was a lot of blood & I spaced.
Eep (to Mouse): No. No. It's OK. I, uh, I just got scared. Worried.
Mouse (to Eep): umm, I think I might be in shock... I could have sworn I saw Greg in here.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, it is a hospital. They're, uh, they're not the best places to be. We're waiting for you out in the ER waiting room.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh right... sorry, not thinking clearly. They're getting ready to give me stitches. I'll probably be out soon.
Eep (to Mouse): Um, do you want any company?
Mouse (to Eep): Umm... not sure you want to be back here right this sec. They’re cleaning up my hand.
Eep (to Mouse): I think I'll be OK. Honest. I do wanna check on you. It seems like it's taking forever.
Vincent (to Mouse): How are U holding up, sweetness?
Mouse (to Vincent): I've been better.
Vincent (to Mouse): Awww, poor thing. Make sure 2 let us pamper U later. I think ur prolly doing better than ur beau. He looks terrible.
Mouse (to Eep & Vincent): Stitches are done, they're just writing a script for meds... I'll be out in a minute.
Two hours later:
Mouse: Well, I now have a dozen of the tiniest stitches across the palm of my left hand... ow.
Brad (to Mouse): There is an upside. If people get nosy, you can tell 'em they came from a necromantic rituals. It's what I would do. If people actually talked to me.
Mouse (to Brad): I know what all those words mean & yet, I have no idea what you just said... (to Leon) I'll be there as soon as I can.
Vincent (to Mouse): How R U feeling, sweet? Have those pain meds kicked in yet? Ur in for an interesting few days I think. ;-} How is Eep? He looked a little green when I dropped U 2 off.
Mouse (to Vincent): I sent him to go get ready for work... He was trying to put me to bed. I feel a bit lightheaded but I think I'm okay... I was going to go to work & just direct Leon, if need be.
Vincent (to Mouse): Ur going 2 go 2 WORK? What in the world R U thinking, woman? U just don't know how 2 take it easy, do U? Did U take any of those painkillers? Tell me ur going 2 let me or Delia or Eep drive U 2 work.
Mouse (to Vincent): Not to worry! Sasha just called me & told me that I better keep my ass at home & if I had someone to keep an eye on me, which is a good thing as the painkillers have kicked in & I'm sitting on my floor trying to put pajamas on with one hand.
Vincent (to Mouse): Yes. Funny how he seemed to find out abt that isn't it? It's almost as if someone tattled on U.
Mouse (to Vincent): yes… I wonder who did it?
Vincent (to Mouse): Can't imagine. Also Eep shld B there soon. He took the nite off. Don't bother protesting either.
Mouse (to Eep): You don't have to take the night off because of me. I'm just going to curl up on the couch & watch TV.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Yeah. Like you wouldn’t stay home if it were me. Quit your bitching & let me take care of you.
Mouse (to Vincent): Could you please tell Eep to stop doting on me? I just cut my hand...
Vincent (to Mouse): Srry sweet sister o' mine, but ur going 2 have 2 deal w/ some1 who loves U doting on U.
A couple hours later:
Poppy (to Eep): How's our little injured Miss Mouse doing, honey?
Eep (to Poppy): She's fine. She got 12 stitches in the palm of her left hand, and she's a little out of her head on pain killers. She'll be fine. She's also a terrible fucking patient.
Poppy (to Eep): Why? Is she roaming around trying to do handstands or something, honey?
Eep (to Poppy): Heh. No. No. She's just not very good at letting people take care of her. She keeps trying to get up and tripping over herself. I almost got a bloody nose trying to help her into her pajamas.
Poppy (to Eep): Awww, she's darling when she's feeling helpless.
Eep (to Poppy): She's like a wet cat. So, um, yeah. Kinda adorable.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be difficult.
Eep (to Mouse): I know. You're fine. You're not very good at being taken care of, you know.
Mouse (to Eep): Sorry... I feel weird.
Eep (to Mouse): That's probably the drugs. Which would explain why you're texting me from the couch.
Mouse (to Eep): heehee, my mouth feels like it's full of cotton candy... Typing seemed easier.
Eep (to Mouse): I think you might be a little loopy.
Vincent (to Eep & Mouse): How R U 2 doing? How's our fav accident prone DJ?
Eep (to Vincent): Resting against her will.
Mouse (to Vincent): Eep is taking care of me despite my valiant efforts & I feel funny like I'm made of pudding.
Vincent (to Mouse): U sound like ur having a good time w/ those pain killers.