Poppy (to Wanda): Honey, you tell anyone we held hands & skipped down the street last night. I have two people in my phone who will kill you.
Wanda (to Poppy): Bwuh... with this hangover, you'd be doing me a favor. Now would PROBABLY be a bad time to mention Mouse was taking pictures, huh?
Poppy (to Wanda): Oh, Really? Well, that can be easily dealt with, honey... Oh, which sounds better as an apology breakfast... Blueberry pancakes or Crepes? I have a feeling I'm going to need to make one of those for Vincent, when he wakes up.
Wanda (to Poppy): Oooo! Crepes! Or even better, blintzes! Mmmm, blintzes... Sorry. I was in a breakfast foods daydream there for a minute. Eww. And now I'm nauseous. Ugh. Hangovers blow. How come you owe Vincent apology breakfast? What'd you do to him? Ooo. Is this a sexy story? Say yes!
Poppy (to Wanda): Yes, it's a bit of a sexy story & one that I am not sure I want to share. And, one that I have a feeling is going to bite me in the behind, honey, and not in a good way.
Wanda (to Poppy): Well, poo.You can't blame a girl for trying. If it's something you wanna talk about, I'll listen. Though, I'm guessing you probably won't. Yeesh! Between you, Eep and Vincent... I have no idea what you folks have against opening up to people.
Poppy (to Wanda): Oh honey, telling you about sexy times is not real sharing. It's Penthouse Forum material.
Wanda (to Poppy): I didn't mean about sexy stuff, specifically. But, yeah, pretty much. :-p
Poppy (to Wanda): Honey, I've been staying with Vincent, temporarily. There's been a lot of tension between us & well, we're trying to be friends.
Wanda (to Poppy): Ohhhh. Yikes! Yeah, that's more than a little complicated. The tension should get better with time. I gotta say that I'm really impressed you're trying to be friends. I mean, you were pretty broken up when you two split. I think my response to being dumped when I was in my early 20s was keying the person's car.
Poppy (to Wanda): So, it's a little complicated.
Wanda (to Poppy): Change can be a good thing! Good luck with Vincent. I'm going to see if a long hot bath can kill this headache...
Poppy (to Wanda): Well, honey, you could say that I'm kind of a different person... (to Vincent) Hey honey, I've made crepes & coffee...
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmm. So, I see. It's smells divine, hun. Thank you.
Poppy (to Vincent): My pleasure, honey... I thought I should apologize for last night.
Vincent (to Poppy): It's not entirely your fault, Poppy. I shouldn't have agreed to kiss you at the club. I forgot myself for a moment.
Poppy (to Vincent): I know, honey, but I shouldn't have asked. I was just feeling cuddly & you seemed the safest option, but it was rude of me. I'll try to control those impulses from now on, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): I shall do the same, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Alright then, well I have a job interview to go to, so I'll see you later, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Good luck, sweetie! They'd be mad not to hire you.
An hour or so later:
Mouse (to Eep): Sweet man o' mine, we really need to get out of bed & start the day...
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah, says you. I'm perfectly content to stay here until we have to go to work.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... well, that sounds good. Speaking of work, when do you start your new job?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. If you've got shit to do, we can get up. I'm just being lazy and enjoying your company. I start next week on Wednesday.
Mouse (to Eep): I don't have anything important to do. Though, I do need to feed the cat before Otto burns a hole in my head.
Eep (to Mouse): It's not a lot of hours, like 15 a week or something, but it's something. It's a bit of a cushion at least. At least this way, I won't be in the apartment by myself all week while you're at work, looking for shit to do. Heh. Damn cat taught you how to box, but still needs us to operate the can opener... Ouch! You gray, furry fucker! Jesus Christ! You'd better feed him before he kicks my ass.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm going, I'm going... You should know better than to say that kind of stuff within earshot.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yeah, probably. Keep that up you fluffy little shithead, and we'll see how fast your catnip supply dries up.
Mouse (to Eep): Alright, he's fed and I started a pot of coffee... wow, I leave for a minute & you hog the whole bed... bed hog.
Eep (to Mouse): Those are the rules: you get up you cede any prior claims on bed space. Besides, you don't need that much room, tiny.
Mouse (to Eep): Tiny, really? I'm going to push you outta this bed if you're not careful. :-p
Eep (to Mouse): Hey, I just call them like I see them... Ha ha ha! Ouch. I didn't think you were REALLY gonna push me off the bed. You're a violent tiny person.
Mouse (to Eep): Only when people call me tiny, Sasquatch.
Eep (to Mouse): Don't make me throw you over my shoulder and carry you off to my sasquatch hut in the woods.
Mouse (to Eep): You wouldn't dare.
Eep (to Mouse): Don't tempt me. :p
Poppy: Well, it looks like I'm back to being one of the employed.
Vincent (to Poppy): That's wonderful news, hun! Where shall you be toiling your days away?
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm going to be a hostess at Rolled Stockings. You know, it's the retro-burlesque house next to Pandora's Box.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh my. That sounds... Ahem. This is one of those situations in which the prudent thing to do is keep my bloody mouth shut.
Poppy (to Vincent): I know, honey, but they're the only one that's called back & I need a job. I'll keep looking, though.
Vincent (to Poppy): Don't misunderstand me, hun. I wasn't passing judgment. I know you'll only be hostessing, but I'm familiar with The Rolled Stocking, and their uniforms and I'm attempting not to say something awkward.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, you can say whatever you like, honey. They liked my whole flapper look & thought I'd be a fitting hostess. I was asked if I had any interest in performing, but I said I didn't know the first thing about it, so who knows? I've never really tried it before... and, honestly, it's better than some of the places I worked in growing up.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Very true. All I was going to say is that the idea of you wearing the Rolled Stocking's uniform is quite the happy thought.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh well, in that case maybe I should make sure I get one of them, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh dear.... Hee hee. You enjoy making me flustered, don't you, hun?
Poppy (to Vincent): Just a little, honey... You probably shouldn't tell that kind of stuff, if you don't want me to try & fluster you.
Vincent (to Poppy): If I had brain cell one in my pretty little head, I would, hun. But, I'm afraid I tend to react before I think.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, if it's any consolation, I think you're adorable when you're flustered.
Vincent (to Poppy): Of course. I'm adorable all the time. :-P
Several hours later:
Ripper (to Eep); Hey, thanks again for calling off your roommate last night.
Eep (to Ripper): Oh. No problem. I'm, uh, really sorry about her, by the way.
Ripper (to Eep): Not your fault, I just wasn't expecting her to be a groper.
Eep (to Ripper): Yeeeeeah. Yeah, she is. God...
