Ripper (to Eep): Thanks for the loan of the movie! I was a bit skeptical at first but, the more I watched, the better the music fit the storyline.
Eep (to Ripper): I know! It's weird, right? I only bought it when I first saw it because it was too weird too pass up. I ended up liking it.
Ripper (to Eep): I can see why, their music oddly works.
Eep (to Ripper): Well, figure it's theatrical, dramatic, gloomy and a bit over the top, so it works. Plus, modern directors have swiped so many camera angles from German Expressionism films, it doesn't feel anachronistic. Well, not too much anyway.
Ripper (to Eep): I agree. I take it you like a lot of the films from the 20's?
Eep (to Ripper): Yeah. I love stuff from the 20s and 30s. Horror movies are my favorites, but that's probably cause I love horror movies.
Ripper (to Eep): I love horror movies. I'm a big fan of Cronenberg, especially his newer stuff. Have you seen the History of Violence?
Eep (to Ripper): Holy shit! Cronenberg is awesome. I,uh, actually haven't worked up the guts to watch A History of Violence yet. I started the graphic novel and I had to put it down. I mean, it's really well done, but it was a little too brutal for me.
Ripper (to Eep): It's not really gore-filled like his other films, but I think he nailed it. Eastern Promises is pretty damn good, too. I haven't read the graphic novel, so I couldn't tell you if it was a true to the book adaptation.
Eep (to Ripper): It looked good. I can handle the ultra gore, but violence makes me feel sick. I know. Makes no sense. The graphic novel is good. Really good. I just couldn't handle the torture scenes.
Ripper (to Eep): No, that actually makes sense. The gore is usually pretty ridiculous & violence is too possible.
Eep (to Ripper): Christ. I just realized how weird it is to admit I can't handle violence when I work part time as a bouncer.
Ripper (to Eep): Well, good bouncers don't need to resort to violence. I've only ever seen it happen once & that was because it was personal.
Eep (to Ripper): Yeah. Thankfully. I kinda fell into being the door guy by accident. Most nights my job involves telling drunk guys to fuck off.
Ripper (to Eep): Yeah, it doesn't really seem like your kind of gig. But, what I've seen you & Jules make a good team of it.
Eep (to Ripper): Heh. Yeah. It's not. I, uh, kinda strong armed some guy out the door one night, and Sasha offered me a job.
Ripper (to Eep): Really? Well, color me impressed.
Eep (to Ripper): Oh God. I don't know if impressive is the word I'd use.
An hour or so later:
Vincent (to Eep): Hey sexy! Can I ask u a serious question?
Eep (to Vincent): Uhhhh... if you must. I guess so.
Vincent (to Eep):
Eep (to Vincent): Uh. Jesus, Vincent. I dunno. I guess it depends on the people.
Vincent (to Eep): What does it uslly mean when 2 ppl exchange keys 2 their homes? Is it a big relationship turning pnt or something?
Eep (to Vincent): Well, what do you want? Why would you ask me about that kinda shit anyway? I don't know!
Vincent (to Eep): Well, that's no help @ all!
Delia (to Eep): Hey, I was wondering if you'd figured out your new tattoo and when we're going to have them done?
Eep (to Delia): Jesus. Not yet, actually. Do you know what you want?
Delia (to Eep): I've got it narrowed down to a couple of choices. Still mulling it over.
Eep (to Delia): Yeah. Me too. How's Leon doing, by the way?
Delia (to Eep): Okay? Maybe? He's doin this weird kinda vacant stare into forever. Not too sure what to think.
Eep (to Delia): Jesus. That's kinda scary. Has he been able to sleep since the gun was melted?
Delia (to Eep): Yeah. He slept last night and the staring thing comes and goes but I haven't gotten to tell me if he had the dreams. I can't remember if I did. I slept like a rock last night.
Eep (to Delia): God. I wish I knew what to tell you, but it's kinda out of my league.
Delia (to Eep): I'm just gonna give it time and see if he gets better. He may just be in shock.
Several hours later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, are you available for dinner before work, tonight?
Vincent (to Poppy): Of course, sweetness. What r u in the mood 4?
Poppy (to Vincent): How do you feel about Thai, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Ooo. Sounds delish.
Poppy (to Vincent): Do you want to meet at Pongsri or should I pick you up?
Vincent (to Poppy): I can drive myself if u want. I wld hate 2 make u have 2 b responsible 4 me all nite. Unless, of course, u wanted 2 b. ;-}
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I wouldn't mind having you on the end of my leash. ;-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh my. Well, then, how abt u pick me up & I'll make myself pretty 4 u?
Poppy (to Vincent): I'll see you soon, honey.
