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. ;-}
