Delia (to Mouse): So.. question. When precisely was it I turned into the bar mom?
Mouse (to Delia): 29… Wait... uh no, probably after you turned 25. How's Leon?
Delia (to Mouse): Damn. I'm sittin' here waiting at the dr. office while Leon gets checked out and started thinking… after the convos I had this week I really am everyone's mom lol. Don't know yet looks like an eyepatch is in order thus far.
Mouse (to Delia): Any permanent damage or is it all just superficial?
Delia (to Mouse): Nose was definitely broken. But he apparently learned to set it when he played hockey in high school. I'll know more later. I think he'll be okay though. From the sounds of it he's lucky he didn't lose the eye when he hit the knob.
Mouse (to Delia): God. I know I didn't beat him up, but I feel bad that it happened because I told him what needed to be done. Seriously, if I had known this was going to happen, I might not have told him.
Delia (to Mouse): Actually this is better then the alt. Apparently all the men in the family eventually kill themselves w/ that gun. Better a beating now than eventual suicide.
Mouse (to Delia): Uh, where is the gun now?
Delia (to Mouse): Right now? Back at his apt. I convinced him doctor comes first and that yes, while I don't have a car I CAN drive. Why?
Mouse (to Delia): Well, if the gun is cursed & it's tied to the bloodline, he probably shouldn't be around it. You may want to hide it until it's time to chuck in a big fiery pit.
Delia (to Mouse): Yeah I've considered that. I'm def staying close for now until that thing gets chucked.
Mouse (to Delia): Well, just give a holler if you need anything.
An hour later:
Eep (to Mouse): Hey pretty lady. How are you holding up?
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, just peachy... The sun needs a dimmer switch. How are you?
Eep (to Mouse): Yikes. That good, huh? Believe it or not, I'm OK. Headachey as fuck, but I can manage.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, and I'm sorry I told you to fuck off & die when you tried to carry me to bed.
Eep (to Mouse): Don't worry about the fuck off and die. Heh. It was, um, kinda funny. Least Ripper and Vincent thought so. Besides, I've said the same thing to you. Only fair. Speaking of those two, are they still sprawled out on the floor, or did they finally wander home?
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, apparently I am a bit of a bastard when I'm asleep... I always suspected. They're both currently cuddled up on the floor, I threw a blanket over both of them... it's quite adorable, I took a picture. I'm about to make breakfast & try not to feel like a snarky killer zombie.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well if you were nice all the time, it'd only make us assholes feel bad and get a complex. :p Lord. Vincent'll probably be insufferable about that for the next month.
Mouse (to Eep): I don't think so... nothing happened, all clothes still on. Vincent's head is laying on Ripper's chest.
Eep (to Mouse): He was weirdly subdued last night. For him, I mean. I was surprised.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, that's why I was on the phone for so long last night... Vincent doesn't know how to handle the fact that Ripper likes him. And, of course, he has to talk to me & I'm the worst person to give any sort of relationship advice.
Eep (to Mouse): Could have been worse. He coulda asked me. Still... Vincent not knowing how to handle someone liking him? Is this Bizarro World?
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I'm not sure if you're aware, but Vincent's not nearly as world-wise as he likes to appear. This has thrown him for a loop.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I kinda suspected after the whole Asher thing. I guess I'm just surprised he didn't keep up the whole King Perv facade.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I think that's part of it & he really likes Poppy, which just adds to the whole confusion thing. But, she said that she's fine with him having a boyfriend as long as she gets to okay him.... which in its weird way is sweet.
Eep (to Mouse): That is so... so THEM. Oh! There's coffee & water in the maker, and there should be pastry thingies on the counter. Thought you might need 'em.
Mouse (to Eep): God, you are wonderful. Marry me right now! Umm, that was a joke... uh, god, I'm a idiot.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yeah, no. I guessed. No freak outs from me. Promise. Oh. In case you're wondering what the fuck I left you, the pastry thingies are guava pastelillos. They taste better than they smell, I swear.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, I know, I just bit into one. It's wonderful... and you think I'm going to make you fat? When I become as round as a beachball, you have only yourself to blame. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Oh OK good. It suddenly dawned on me I left you pastries that smell vaguely like feet. And that is not something you should spring on the hungover. And yes. You're gonna make me fat. That cake pie cream thing... Holy fucking God. That's why I'm not super hungover. I kept shoving cake-pie in my face.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I'm glad you liked it. I was actually wondering what had happened to it. I was going to give some to Ripper before he ran off to work. Apparently he was running late.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeeeah. God. Sorry. That was mostly me. At least we can be horrible beach ball people together. Shit! I didn't realize he had work. I would've woken him up before I left.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, he said it wasn't too big a deal, he just had a couple more papers to grade & office hours before his class at 3pm.
Leon: Looks like I'm going to have a patch over the left eye for a while. Scratched cornea and bruised cheekbone. Nose was set fine. I'll live.
Mouse (to Leon): Well, I'm glad to hear there's no permanent damage.
Eep (to Leon): Fat Christ! That sounds painful as fuck. Glad there's no permanent damage. I can drop off food after work. Need anything else?
Leon (to Eep): I'm good. Delia has been driving my sorry half blind ass around. Pain is tolerable, so no meds for now.
Eep (to Leon): Hang in there. See you around 5ish?
Leon (to Eep): Sounds good. Getting my ass stomped by my dad has left me plenty hungry for stew. Easier on my loose teeth, too.
A couple hours later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Hey honey, I thought we were going to do lunch, today or had we said tomorrow? I neglected to write it down.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ohhh, sweetheart. I'm so sorry. It was 2day. I am Hungover. Capital H indeed. If you don't mind me looking worse for wear, I can meet you in 15.
Poppy (to Vincent): No, it's alright, I was actually worried that I had stood you up, as I had to be in a stupid workshop. I just got out. What did you get up to last night, honey? I thought you were going to languish some more in your room.
Vincent (to Poppy): That was the plan. My sister & Eep talked me in2 going ovr 2 their Anti Super Bowl soiree. Which quickly turned in2 an Evil Dead drinking game. Which quickly went pear shaped.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh honey, a man of your delicate nature shouldn't succumb to too many nights of drunkenness in a row. No wonder you feel bad.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm sure 1 day I will begin 2 act in a manner both reasonable & responsible. Heaven help us all.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I will mourn that day. :-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Um. Ripper was there. He asked me out 2 dinner. & I said yes.
Poppy (to Vincent): Really, honey? I thought you were unsure about that course of action.
Vincent (to Poppy): I am. But, I already knew u didn't mind, & it's just dinner & he said he won't b offended if I turned him down...
Poppy (to Vincent): Do you know when you're going for dinner?
Vincent (to Poppy): Not yet. We were spending 2 much time drinking every time Bruce Campbell maimed himself.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, did you have fun last night?
Vincent (to Poppy): I did, but I felt a little ill @ ease. I stayed on the couch w/ Mouse most of the evening.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh honey, makes me wish I had come with you. Did something happen besides drinking games & movies?
Vincent (to Poppy): That was the extent of the evening. Tho we all ended up passed out on Eep's floor. I wld have liked 2 have u there 2, sweetness. Tho bringing u 2 a drinking game is SO unfair 2 the other competitors.
Poppy (to Vincent): I could always be a judge for drinking disputes. Besides, I would be there for moral support.
Vincent (to Poppy): This is all vry true. Nxt time I'll make sure ur w/ me. I cld use u as a pinch drinker. Clearly I'm incapable of drinking.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, if nothing else you just slip your drinks to me. :-) Would you like me to come and take care of you this evening? I can make you some soup & grilled cheese sandwich... I think.
Vincent (to Poppy): Darling that wld b wonderful. I have every confidence that u will make spectacular grilled cheese & soup.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well honey,I will pop over to the store and grab some ingredients & be at your place momentarily. (to Mouse) Honey, If you were going to make soup & grilled cheese sandwiches for Vincent, what would you get?
Mouse (to Poppy): Tomato Soup & Muenster Cheese for the sandwiches.
Poppy (to Mouse): Perfect, honey, thank you!
Ripper (to Eep): Hey, thanks again for inviting me over last night. I had fun.
Eep (to Ripper): No problem. Sorry I didn't wake you up before I left. I didn't think.
Ripper (to Eep): No problem, I had thought I had set the alarm on my phone.
Eep (to Ripper): Um, sorry too I kinda talked your ear off about Evil Dead. I get mouth diarrhea when I'm drunk, I guess. Sorry!
Ripper (to Eep): No, I liked your theories regarding the symbolism in the movie... I may use it for class, sometime.
Eep (to Ripper): Oh God. I was really hoping I dreamed going on and on and on about that. But hey, if you can make monster rapist trees symbolizing primal fear in a post-Industrial, urban society sound like anything more intelligent than pretentious Art School clap trap, be my guest. Heh.
Ripper (to Eep): Ah, so you've been in my class? I'm actually teaching a class on the literary symbolism in film, this semester.
Eep (to Ripper): Oh. Uh, I didn't mean to imply...it's just my roommate and I in college used to watch all this trash cinema... Fuck. Nevermind. Sorry. Open mouth, insert boot.
Ripper (to Eep): No apologies necessary. Trust me some of my students try to pass off some utter shit movies for their critiques. I actually teach English Lit. I needed to fill my schedule this term or I have to work the summer semester, so a film class it is. I actually had someone try to show the cinematic merit of a MST3k movie with riff track included.
Eep (to Ripper): Heh. I wasn't much better. Once I turned in a portrait of the Tick. claimed it was a study on the perversity of hero worship. Really I just wanted to paint the Tick. I ended up turning it into a whole "trash culture" series. Divine, Ed Wood, MST3k...
Ripper (to Eep): Wait... Was this for Norm Miller's painting class? Because he's got a Tick painting in his office that one of his students did. He had mentioned to me some former student gave him one of the best bullshit answers as to why they painted it. He said he keeps it to remind himself that art is not only subjective but total crap.
Eep (to Ripper): Oh Jesus. He STILL has that shitty thing? God, of all my college portfolio to survive, THAT'S the painting that makes it.
Ripper (to Eep): Well, don't feel bad... he has nothing but nice things to say about you. You should hear what he says about his current students. Norm is a man that does not know the meaning of the term 'job satisfaction'.
Eep (to Ripper): Heh. Probably the same shit that he used to say about all my classmates 10 years ago. Which is why we got along. Mr. Miller was always decent to me. He was the only one of my professors who didn't flunk me entirely.
Ripper (to Eep): Well, after a couple faculty meetings, we sit in his office drinking and he will point to that painting & say something, like "Now, take this guy. I envy him, he got out of this bullshit before his ego smothered him... And, here I am teaching these twats. Not a single one of them can paint anything worth a damn. But, I have to tell them they're all going to be the next Picasso…" I'm not sure he ever mentioned your name in the speech, which is why I asked.
Eep (to Ripper): Pffft. Yeah. That's me. Keeping it "real." Heh. He probably doesn't remember my name, which is why he never mentions it.
Ripper (to Eep): Well, I'll give him hell about it the next time I see him. I like to torment him anyway, especially after he asked me to model for one of his live model classes & he didn't tell me it was nude until I got there.
Eep (to Ripper): Oh Jesus! He always did get... uh, unusual people to model for our class. There was that one guy that stood up suddenly and declared he was the Antichrist in the middle of class. And the other model that was apparently SUPER excited to have a bunch of college students starting at his naked form.
Ripper (to Eep): He had me pose as a saint getting shot full of arrows... Valentine or Sebastian? I can't remember which.
Eep (to Ripper): That's St. Sebastian, patron saint of athletes and soldiers, I think.
Ripper (to Eep): I will take your word for it. Hey, I don't mean to cut out on you, but I've got to get ready for my next class. It was nice chatting with you. I'm sure I'll see you at the club this weekend.
Eep (to Ripper): Oh. Uh, thanks. You too. See you later. (to Leon & Delia) Hey guys. I'm almost done w/ the day job. Is now OK to drop off this stew. There's, uh... There's a lot.
Delia (to Eep): Leon should be. He should be home and I'll be back there in a few. Just went to my place to feed the cat.
An hour later:
Eep (to Delia): Hey, uh, I just left a container of stew w/Leon. Goddamn, he looked rough!
Delia (to Eep): yeah, tell me about it. He insists he's fine. I'm less inclined to believe that.
Eep (to Delia): Christ. I can see why. He looks like shit, but he'll probably be OK.
Delia (to Eep): yeah I think so. The only lasting damage might be his relationship with his dad.
Eep (to Delia): Maybe. Maybe not. You'd be shocked what people will forgive their families for doing. Anyway, I hope it all turns out OK. (to Mouse) How you doing, pretty lady? Feeling better?
Mouse (to Eep): I'm feeling better, but I think if you ever wanted to see me in a scowly, angry at the world mood, now's your chance. Is there any stew left?
Eep (to Mouse): Believe it or not, yes. Even AFTER I dropped some off for Leon & Delia. Want me to heat some up and head over? Leon looked like hell.
Mouse (to Eep): Yes please... though, I should warn you, enter at your own peril. It sounded pretty bad from what Delia told me this morning. (to Vincent) How you feeling, little brother?
Eep (to Mouse): Goddamn. She wasn't kidding. And I think I'll be able to chance your company.
Vincent (to Mouse): I'm going 2 dig a hole & bury myself in it. 2 nites of obscene drinking was apparently 2 nites 2 many.
Mouse (to Vincent): Awww, I'm sorry. And now I don't even have the heart to tease you about the pretty picture I took this morning
Vincent (to Mouse): Wait. What picture? Did u take another pic of me passed out on the floor?
Mouse (to Vincent): It was just a picture of you & Ripper curled up on the floor sleeping, you both looked so cute. I couldn't help it.
Vincent (to Mouse): What? When did THAT happen?
Mouse (to Vincent): This morning. You had your head on his chest, he had his arm around you & touching your head.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh dear. For Heaven's sake... Tell me I didn't do anything else utterly humiliating last nite.
Mouse (to Vincent): Sweetie, you were both fully clothed & nothing happened other than sleeping.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh, I know. But I was trying 2 behave myself yesterday. I never realized I was a cuddle slut. Well, OK. I KNOW I'm a cuddle slut... But I'm trying not 2 focus on how hot that sounds.
Mouse (to Vincent): It was sweet. Well, you could always bring up my absolutely inappropriate behavior last night for contrast, if you'd like.
Vincent (to Mouse): R u talking abt ur epically long makeout session on the porch or your "victory dance"?
Mouse (to Vincent): Um, either or... Wait. I did a victory dance?
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, Ripper asked me 2 throw a bucket of water on u 2 when I walked up, so I'm guessing it's the former rather than the later. & yes. U did quite an impressive victory dance when u got the "Klaatu Barada, N--..." line rite & Eep didn't. There were pelvic thrusts.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh god, I'm such a smug asshole when I'm drunk.
Vincent (to Mouse): Ur hilarious is what u r. & don't worry, ur beau was giving as good as he got. I believe his response was 2 grab u, pick u up & sit u on his lap.
Mouse (to Vincent): See, so your being a cuddle slut is not so bad in comparison.
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, I'm sure ur victory dance did more 2 ingratiate u to ur boy than me crawling in2 bed w/ the nearest warm body. &... I don't suppose u'd b willing 2 FORWARD that photo 2 me? 4 posterity's sake?
Mouse (to Vincent): HAHAHA, no. I'm holding on to the photo. So, I can remind myself that underneath the perv king is my sweet little brother. And, you were on the floor, so there was no crawling into bed. I'm the one who threw the blanket on you when I woke up.
Vincent (to Mouse): Sweet little brother? Don't go spreading rumors like that!
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm offended by the very accusation. And, I would never spread such vicious rumors about you.
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, it's not as if any1 wld believe u. :-P
A couple hours later:
Vincent (to Ripper): So. It sounds like I owe u an apology 4 treating u like a mattress last nite.
Ripper (to Vincent): Oh, no worries. I should have been reasonable, not have drank so much & ended up on the floor. C'est la vie! Having just spent the earlier part of the evening with my family, it left me a bit vulnerable to a booze up. I hope I didn't make you too uncomfortable by being there.
Vincent (to Ripper): I shld have known better myself after Sat nite. Good gracious, I don't have the stature 4 that much alcohol. & dealing w/ family usually brings out the best in most of us. I suppose I wasn't my usual charming self, then? U didn't make me uncomfortable.
Ripper (to Vincent): Well, you seemed a bit more subdued then the last couple of times I've seen you.
Vincent (to Ripper): Just... Well, looking the way u do, I'm sure ur used 2 ppl getting all twitterpated arnd u.
Ripper (to Vincent): I don't usually pay that much attention. And, I think I owe you an apology... I didn't mean to come on all strong, my ego's been a little bruised & I think the fact that you turned me down the 1st time made me want to keep trying. And, to be honest, I didn't realize how young you were until I saw you asleep this morning... And well, I think it might be for the best if we don't go to dinner. You're clearly not interested & I probably shouldn't date for awhile.
Vincent (to Ripper): Ah. I understand. Ur not the 1st person 2 think I'm older than 21. Or, creepily--VRY CREEPILY--younger. &, for the record, it wasn't that I wasn't interested. After all, I'm not BLIND & u do seem like an awfully decent gent. I'm just a little... Well, I won't bore u w/ trivial details. I don't suppose it sounds vry sincere when I say, it wasn't u?
Ripper (to Vincent): Well, it's nice to hear. Forgive me for being so blunt. But, you don't really have a lot of experience with dating, do you?
Vincent (to Ripper): LOL My sister wld LOVE 2 know u said that. And, no. I don't, as huge a tragedy as that seems 2 b.
Ripper (to Vincent): Why would your sister love to her that I said that? And, how you've been acting around me, reminded me of something.
Vincent (to Ripper): It amuses her anytime she, or any1 else, catches me acting like anything other than the braggadocios "King of the Pervs."
Ripper (to Vincent): Well, you know what they say,'Be careful what you pretend to be, for you just might become it'.
Vincent (to Ripper): Mmmm. Well, I think that's what I was counting on. It's rather better than the alternative. Anyway, satiate my curiosity, what does it remind u of?
Ripper (to Vincent): Oh well... it made me remember when I came out to my family, I introduced them to a boy I liked in college... And then, I started dating Rebecca, whom I dated for four years. I'm sure they were relieved & thought I had been cured... And, then I dated Marco for the last 2 years. I think at this point they're just waiting for me to pick a side. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I understand what you're going through. It can be confusing.
Vincent (to Ripper): Heh. Yeah. 2 say the least. When I came out 2 my father & mother, I got a broken wrist & a black eye 4 my troubles. So, as much as it mite infuriate me... I guess ur more than rite when u say things get confusing sometimes.
Ripper (to Vincent): If it makes you feel any better, when I came out, my brother took me to a soccer match thinking it would toughen me up. We got into a fist fight with some assholes. This wasn't the first time Ben tried to "toughen me up'. So I get it. Just don't let the stupid notions of your family bog you down. Besides, your sister & Poppy seem to love you no matter who you are, so that's gotta count for something.
Vincent (to Ripper): RLLY? I think taking me 2 a field full of sweaty men in shorts wld do vry little 2 assuage my same sex attractions. :-P Believe me. I'm not exactly thrilled this is still putting a whammy on me. It's not my proudest moment.
Ripper (to Vincent): Well, don't tell my father or brother that, they seem to think it's the most hetero thing in the world. :-P
Vincent (to Ripper): & I know I'm lucky 2 have Mouse & Poppy. I'm vry, vry aware of it. TY 4 the advice & 4 listening, tho.
Ripper (to Vincent): Think of it as my penance for acting like a pushy asshole.
Vincent (to Ripper): U realize now is the time u shld be SO grateful that I'm feeling more subdued than normal, rite? B/C if I had a mind 2, I cld SO manipulate this whole penance routine. ;-} U weren't a pushy asshole. Quite the contrary. U were vry charming. So charming that u threw me off my game. Believe me when I tell u that doesn't happen often.
Ripper (to Vincent): You're now going to make me regret my decision, aren't you? So, charming that you became subdued & quiet. Wait... Did I just get put in the "friend zone"?
Vincent (to Ripper): Hee hee. Srry. I cldn't resist. My ego wld never 4give me if I didn't try 2 push ur buttons a little. & don't u go claiming I "friend zoned" u. I thought I was 2 young 4 u, professor. ;-} It's fine. I rlly do appreciate ur candor. & I promise I won't show up 2 the club this wk dressed like an English school boy. Even if that wld make a GREAT routine 4 the next bar dance Delia & I do...
Ripper (to Vincent): You can wear a schoolboy outfit, if you like, you are very lucky it's a goth club & not a gay club. The attention you would get wearing something like that, might not be the kind you like.
Vincent (to Ripper): Oh Lord, ur rite. Ewww. Satanica wld prolly come running back panting like a yard dog. Gross.
Ripper (to Vincent): Besides, I do not want to be anyone's Daddy.
Vincent (to Ripper): Mmmm hmmm. U r RLLY trying 2 see if u can make me drop this whole "subdued" routine, aren't u?
Ripper (to Vincent): That really depends. Are you going to do it because you want me to change my mind or simply because I'm now "safe"?
Vincent (to Ripper): I don't know. Do u wanna change ur mind? Oh... Goodness. I'm srry. That came out like on autopilot. When ppl catch me off guard, I go 2 perv. It's my defense. Which I'm guessing u know all abt. How abt 4 rite now we say... I don't know. Not a satisfying answer, I'm afraid, but... well, I rlly don't know.
Ripper (to Vincent): I'll give you credit for it being an honest answer.
Vincent (to Ripper): Well, that's something.
Mouse: Note to self: When in a bad mood, do not play any competitive games with boyfriend... You will get snarky & stomp off at some point.
Vincent (to Mouse): Hey, sweetie. R u OK?
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh. hey. I'm just hiding. I've been in a grumpy ass mood all day & I just behaved like an spoiled brat during card game. So I'm sulking, I suppose.
Vincent (to Mouse): Awww, sweetie. We all have off days.
Mouse (to Vincent): Apparently, drinking or single player games are the only things I can play without acting like an ass… Wait. I take that back, I probably shouldn't play drinking games, either.
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, it's just been a banner day 4 the Potters! How r u feeling? I know u tend 2 get upset w/ urself if you think u've behaved poorly.
Mouse (to Vincent): Yeah, I do feel bad about it. I warned Eep that I was in a foul mood. I don't think he believed me.
Vincent (to Mouse): Or, maybe he didn't care & was just trying 2 cheer u up. Any particular reason ur in such a snit?
Mouse (to Vincent): No special reason that I can think of, just hungover & cranky... Oh, & possibly some guilt because Leon got hurt cuz of me. I know Eep was trying to cheer me up & that just irritated me more. I'm seriously beginning to think he might be an alien.
Vincent (to Mouse): LOL An alien? What?
Mouse (to Vincent): He's been smiling, outgoing, friendly, next he's going be wearing pastels... It's a bit frightening. I have to admit, i kinda miss my surly bastard.
Vincent (to Mouse): Yes. Ur rite. Clearly he's an alien. I'm sure it's not b/c he was drunk last nite & that's how he gets when he's drunk & in a good mood. & u know what happened w/ Leon isn't ur fault, rite? U CAN'T think that it is, sweetie. U don't have any control ovr some1 else's violent reaction. That's like saying it's my fault my father broke my wrist b/c I told him I was bi.
Mouse (to Vincent): I know it's not really my fault. I just feel bad that he got hurt following advice that I delivered to him. Look I just want to be cranky for one day... It takes a lot out of me to be everybody's cheering section. I'll be fine.
Vincent (to Mouse): OK. OK. Don't get ur grumpy little bloomers in a twist. U can be as cranky as u like.
Mouse (to Vincent): I just wish everyone would stop trying to cheer me the fuck up.
Vincent (to Mouse): I just don't want u blaming urself 4 what happened 2 Leon, is all.
Mouse (to Vincent): I know it's all irrational. I'll be fine, I promise. I'm gonna go to bed, now.
Vincent (to Mouse): OK, hun. Try 2 sleep sweet. Love u, grumpy ass sister o' mine.
