Mouse (to Eep): Hey Mister man! I'm on my way home from work...
Eep (to Mouse): Oh yeah? How come you're off so early today?
Mouse (to Eep): Umm, I got fired. Or possibly I quit... Can't really tell. Things got heated. Words were said... I've never gotten fired before.
Eep (to Mouse): What? Shit!
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah... I don't really want to talk about it right this second, suffice it to say that I will be drunk in very short order.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, shit. I'm working at the bookstore til 4 today. Are you OK?
Mouse (to Eep): I'll be fine. I'm just going to be mopey for a bit.
Eep (to Mouse): Do you want me to bring you anything? Food? Booze? Someone's head on a plate?
Mouse (to Eep): No, I think I'm good... It was my own damn fault, I shouldn't have argued with Annie. But, she snapped at me & I responded. At least, I didn't punch her. :-/
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. You're doing better than I did with the Yog Hut. :p
Mouse (to Eep): I just feel like an idiot. I should have just kept my mouth shut & done what she wanted me to do, but I didn't agree with her.
Eep (to Mouse): I can't say I'd have done differently. Course, I'm not exactly the poster boy for keeping my mouth shut.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I hope you don't mind dating an unemployed idiot for awhile. I guess it's a good thing I know my landlord... :-P
Eep (to Mouse): You mean you can't be my sugar mamma anymore? Damn! Kidding! I'm kidding, by the way. It'll be alright.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sure it will be.
Eep (to Mouse): I wish I could tell you something that would make you feel better.
Mouse (to Eep): Thanks! You're a sweet man... I'm going to lay on the floor and listen to sad bastard music, now. If you find me passed out on the floor when you get home, just leave me there. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): I'll throw a blanket on you and leave you for the rats. Just don't stew too much, or I'll sick your brother on you.
Mouse (to Eep): You wouldn't DARE!
Eep (to Mouse): Oh yes I would.
Mouse (to Eep): Alright, I give... I will not stew for too long. The last thing I need is little brother making fun of me.
Eep (to Mouse): I won't lie. It kinda amuses the crap outta me there's someone else I can threaten to sick Vincent on.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah well, I'm glad it amuses you.
Eep (to Mouse): I didn't mean it like that! It's just that Robert & Wanda were sicking him on me whenever I was holed up in my room forever.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm tempted to let you do it... because I guarantee you'd never want to do it again. He uses totally different tactics on me. You're used to the pervy Vincent, the concerned brother is way more annoying.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh Jesus... Wow. I can't even imagine a Vincent more annoying than pervy Vincent.
A couple hours later:
Vincent (to Mouse): Hiya, sweetie! When you get a chance, there's something I want to talk to you about. Everything is fine, no drama, but it's a vis-à-vis kind of conversation, I'm afraid.
Mouse (to Vincent): Ye gods, what is it? I'm drunk & laying on the floor.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh dear. Then perhaps today ISN'T the best day to discuss this with you. Why are you drunk on the floor, sister dearest?
Mouse (to Vincent): I got fired.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh shit. I'm sorry, hun. Do you need more booze?
Mouse (to Vincent): No, I think I'm good in the drunken wallowing department. I think Eep is getting a kick out of it, though. What's up with you, little brother?
Vincent (to Mouse): Hee hee. I'm sure he is. It's nothing that can't wait, hun. I wanted to talk to you about my day job. We can chat another time.
Mouse (to Vincent): Sweet little brother of mine, you can talk to me about it now. Trust me I'm more than likely to tell you what you want to hear, right now.
Vincent (to Mouse): If you say so. This seems like terrible timing to me. And before you ask, YES, I'm stalling more than a little bit… Poppy asked about taking over the contacts from my pirating business from me, because as she said, she wanted to help people. She even offered me a cut to keep the connections, and organize things, which is more than generous. With this arrangement, I could reap many of the benefits, without any of the potential danger.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh? Well, that sounds cool, since you've been talking about retiring.
Vincent (to Mouse): I know. Sounds perfect, doesn't it?
Mouse (to Vincent): So, what's wrong, little brother?
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, for one, being an inter-dimensional office manager sounds like a fate worse than eternal hellfire. :-P For two, well, now that it's time, I'm having a hard time actually giving it up. It's hard to explain, but I took a lot of pride in the job I did, and I let Poppy borrow my ship... It's hard to explain, and this very well could be a "guy thing," which is no end of embarrassing, but it was hard to go back to being second in command.
Mouse (to Vincent): So, you decided to give up on the retiring plan, huh?
Vincent (to Mouse): No. Not entirely. If I keep doing this, I can't promise I'll be safe, or that you and Eep will be safe.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, hey, I need a job... I should totally come and work with you...
Vincent (to Mouse): Wait... What? That... that was not the answer I was expecting.
Mouse (to Vincent): Why not? I'm smart, I cook, I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty, I'm good in a fight & I've got a super smart cat.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh. No, I know. I'm not disputing any of that. I, uh... Well. I suppose I was waiting to get blasted for being a selfish ass. You know that what I do is technically illegal over there, so we DO run the risk of imprisonment... And although it's not generally, it can be dangerous. There are marauders, other pirates, CLANNG, and Hiiri's still about.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, sweetie, I'm drunk, so don't quote me on anything that I say at this moment, but if you like doing it than you should keep doing it. I mean, too many people go through life having jobs they hate, so if you can find one that you love & have a knack for then you should do it. Wait.. So, does that mean you're going to tell Poppy she can't have your ship & take over your business?
Vincent (to Mouse): I'll talk to her. Are you serious about going into business with me, or should I ask you again on a day you're not drunk?
Mouse (to Vincent): I might be serious, but let's talk when I'm sober.
Vincent (to Mouse): Fair enough.
Several hours later:
Vincent (to Poppy): Hi, hun. Sorry I've been MIA all day. How has your day been?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, hey honey. All the better now that you're here.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh really? Heehee. Half the time, hun, I think you only say things like that to see if you can get me to blush. :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, I don't mean to... well, maybe a little, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Yes, yes. Everyone loves to throw me off balance. Can I ask you something, sweetie?
Poppy (to Vincent): Of course. What is it?
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, honestly? I'm not sure how to put it... I've been thinking a lot about what you asked me about taking over my ship and my contacts? There's no way I can say this without feeling a bit like a conceited ass. But, I don't think I'm quite ready to retire just yet, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): It's okay, honey, I didn't really think you were... I just wanted to make sure you realized it. I mean, really? Can you see me being a pirate?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, if the truth has to be told, I don't think you did too poorly. If you can believe it, of all things, my sister asked if she could go into business with me. And if you ever wanted to join us, I certainly wouldn't turn down your help. I wasn't trying to flatter you when I said I was impressed by you, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh well, honey, I would love to join your crew.... I could be the Ianto Jones to your Captain Jack Harkness. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Oh my... Have you made it past the first season of "Torchwood"? Not that I'm complaining about the comparison, mind you.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh… I mean, in the assistant way... not the other way... oh... I'm going to be quiet, now.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Hee hee. Well, that answers my question, then.
Poppy (to Vincent): So, uh, your sister wants to work with you, huh? Was she serious? And, what about Eep?
Vincent (to Poppy): She said she did, but to be fair, when I spoke to her, she was drunk and laying on the floor of her apartment. So, I'm not sure how serious she was. We agreed to discuss it when she was sober.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I'd completely understand If you'd rather take her on as crew, if she turns out to be serious. I mean, I wouldn't want to get in the way of family bonding.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, hun, if she's serious, there's no reason all three of us can't work together. Honestly, I've never taken on crew... Not because I didn't have the contracts to support it, but because I had trouble finding people I trusted. I trust both of you.
Poppy (to Vincent): That's sweet of you to say, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh, I'm not sure if it's sweet, or just weirdly paranoid. Perhaps both. I'm certainly interested if you are, hun. I suppose we'll just have to wait on my sister to see if she's interested when she's not drunk. Oh! and if her beau doesn't pitch a fit. He's a bit of an unknown...
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I'd be honored to be on your crew, honey... Maybe, you could talk to Eep, first? Or would that be bad?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hmm. I'm not sure. I'll try talking to him tomorrow & won't mention sister dearest's interest until I gently, ever so gently, explain to him why I'm not retiring. Good heavens. I have no idea how he'll take this all. We'll have to see.
Poppy (to Vincent): You'll do fine, honey... You have a way with people.
Vincent (to Poppy): I do alright. Of course, when I'm wrong, I tend to be wrong in huge, SPECTACULAR ways. Speaking of hugely, spectacularly wrong, I'm going to read a few more chapters of Ripper's novel and head to bed. Do you want the bedroom tonight, hun? It's only fair, since I had it last night.
Poppy (to Vincent): Any chance we can share the bed tonight, honey? I was feeling lonely on the couch.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Well, of course. Is everything OK?
Poppy (to Vincent): Nothing serious, honey, I just had a bad dream last night. I know it sounds silly, but I'd sleep better knowing you're right there.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ah. Well, of course, hun. Let's head to bed.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh yeah? How come you're off so early today?
Mouse (to Eep): Umm, I got fired. Or possibly I quit... Can't really tell. Things got heated. Words were said... I've never gotten fired before.
Eep (to Mouse): What? Shit!
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah... I don't really want to talk about it right this second, suffice it to say that I will be drunk in very short order.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, shit. I'm working at the bookstore til 4 today. Are you OK?
Mouse (to Eep): I'll be fine. I'm just going to be mopey for a bit.
Eep (to Mouse): Do you want me to bring you anything? Food? Booze? Someone's head on a plate?
Mouse (to Eep): No, I think I'm good... It was my own damn fault, I shouldn't have argued with Annie. But, she snapped at me & I responded. At least, I didn't punch her. :-/
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. You're doing better than I did with the Yog Hut. :p
Mouse (to Eep): I just feel like an idiot. I should have just kept my mouth shut & done what she wanted me to do, but I didn't agree with her.
Eep (to Mouse): I can't say I'd have done differently. Course, I'm not exactly the poster boy for keeping my mouth shut.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I hope you don't mind dating an unemployed idiot for awhile. I guess it's a good thing I know my landlord... :-P
Eep (to Mouse): You mean you can't be my sugar mamma anymore? Damn! Kidding! I'm kidding, by the way. It'll be alright.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm sure it will be.
Eep (to Mouse): I wish I could tell you something that would make you feel better.
Mouse (to Eep): Thanks! You're a sweet man... I'm going to lay on the floor and listen to sad bastard music, now. If you find me passed out on the floor when you get home, just leave me there. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): I'll throw a blanket on you and leave you for the rats. Just don't stew too much, or I'll sick your brother on you.
Mouse (to Eep): You wouldn't DARE!
Eep (to Mouse): Oh yes I would.
Mouse (to Eep): Alright, I give... I will not stew for too long. The last thing I need is little brother making fun of me.
Eep (to Mouse): I won't lie. It kinda amuses the crap outta me there's someone else I can threaten to sick Vincent on.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah well, I'm glad it amuses you.
Eep (to Mouse): I didn't mean it like that! It's just that Robert & Wanda were sicking him on me whenever I was holed up in my room forever.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm tempted to let you do it... because I guarantee you'd never want to do it again. He uses totally different tactics on me. You're used to the pervy Vincent, the concerned brother is way more annoying.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh Jesus... Wow. I can't even imagine a Vincent more annoying than pervy Vincent.
A couple hours later:
Vincent (to Mouse): Hiya, sweetie! When you get a chance, there's something I want to talk to you about. Everything is fine, no drama, but it's a vis-à-vis kind of conversation, I'm afraid.
Mouse (to Vincent): Ye gods, what is it? I'm drunk & laying on the floor.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh dear. Then perhaps today ISN'T the best day to discuss this with you. Why are you drunk on the floor, sister dearest?
Mouse (to Vincent): I got fired.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh shit. I'm sorry, hun. Do you need more booze?
Mouse (to Vincent): No, I think I'm good in the drunken wallowing department. I think Eep is getting a kick out of it, though. What's up with you, little brother?
Vincent (to Mouse): Hee hee. I'm sure he is. It's nothing that can't wait, hun. I wanted to talk to you about my day job. We can chat another time.
Mouse (to Vincent): Sweet little brother of mine, you can talk to me about it now. Trust me I'm more than likely to tell you what you want to hear, right now.
Vincent (to Mouse): If you say so. This seems like terrible timing to me. And before you ask, YES, I'm stalling more than a little bit… Poppy asked about taking over the contacts from my pirating business from me, because as she said, she wanted to help people. She even offered me a cut to keep the connections, and organize things, which is more than generous. With this arrangement, I could reap many of the benefits, without any of the potential danger.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh? Well, that sounds cool, since you've been talking about retiring.
Vincent (to Mouse): I know. Sounds perfect, doesn't it?
Mouse (to Vincent): So, what's wrong, little brother?
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, for one, being an inter-dimensional office manager sounds like a fate worse than eternal hellfire. :-P For two, well, now that it's time, I'm having a hard time actually giving it up. It's hard to explain, but I took a lot of pride in the job I did, and I let Poppy borrow my ship... It's hard to explain, and this very well could be a "guy thing," which is no end of embarrassing, but it was hard to go back to being second in command.
Mouse (to Vincent): So, you decided to give up on the retiring plan, huh?
Vincent (to Mouse): No. Not entirely. If I keep doing this, I can't promise I'll be safe, or that you and Eep will be safe.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, hey, I need a job... I should totally come and work with you...
Vincent (to Mouse): Wait... What? That... that was not the answer I was expecting.
Mouse (to Vincent): Why not? I'm smart, I cook, I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty, I'm good in a fight & I've got a super smart cat.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh. No, I know. I'm not disputing any of that. I, uh... Well. I suppose I was waiting to get blasted for being a selfish ass. You know that what I do is technically illegal over there, so we DO run the risk of imprisonment... And although it's not generally, it can be dangerous. There are marauders, other pirates, CLANNG, and Hiiri's still about.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, sweetie, I'm drunk, so don't quote me on anything that I say at this moment, but if you like doing it than you should keep doing it. I mean, too many people go through life having jobs they hate, so if you can find one that you love & have a knack for then you should do it. Wait.. So, does that mean you're going to tell Poppy she can't have your ship & take over your business?
Vincent (to Mouse): I'll talk to her. Are you serious about going into business with me, or should I ask you again on a day you're not drunk?
Mouse (to Vincent): I might be serious, but let's talk when I'm sober.
Vincent (to Mouse): Fair enough.
Several hours later:
Vincent (to Poppy): Hi, hun. Sorry I've been MIA all day. How has your day been?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, hey honey. All the better now that you're here.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh really? Heehee. Half the time, hun, I think you only say things like that to see if you can get me to blush. :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, I don't mean to... well, maybe a little, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Yes, yes. Everyone loves to throw me off balance. Can I ask you something, sweetie?
Poppy (to Vincent): Of course. What is it?
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, honestly? I'm not sure how to put it... I've been thinking a lot about what you asked me about taking over my ship and my contacts? There's no way I can say this without feeling a bit like a conceited ass. But, I don't think I'm quite ready to retire just yet, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): It's okay, honey, I didn't really think you were... I just wanted to make sure you realized it. I mean, really? Can you see me being a pirate?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, if the truth has to be told, I don't think you did too poorly. If you can believe it, of all things, my sister asked if she could go into business with me. And if you ever wanted to join us, I certainly wouldn't turn down your help. I wasn't trying to flatter you when I said I was impressed by you, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh well, honey, I would love to join your crew.... I could be the Ianto Jones to your Captain Jack Harkness. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Oh my... Have you made it past the first season of "Torchwood"? Not that I'm complaining about the comparison, mind you.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh… I mean, in the assistant way... not the other way... oh... I'm going to be quiet, now.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Hee hee. Well, that answers my question, then.
Poppy (to Vincent): So, uh, your sister wants to work with you, huh? Was she serious? And, what about Eep?
Vincent (to Poppy): She said she did, but to be fair, when I spoke to her, she was drunk and laying on the floor of her apartment. So, I'm not sure how serious she was. We agreed to discuss it when she was sober.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I'd completely understand If you'd rather take her on as crew, if she turns out to be serious. I mean, I wouldn't want to get in the way of family bonding.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, hun, if she's serious, there's no reason all three of us can't work together. Honestly, I've never taken on crew... Not because I didn't have the contracts to support it, but because I had trouble finding people I trusted. I trust both of you.
Poppy (to Vincent): That's sweet of you to say, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh, I'm not sure if it's sweet, or just weirdly paranoid. Perhaps both. I'm certainly interested if you are, hun. I suppose we'll just have to wait on my sister to see if she's interested when she's not drunk. Oh! and if her beau doesn't pitch a fit. He's a bit of an unknown...
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I'd be honored to be on your crew, honey... Maybe, you could talk to Eep, first? Or would that be bad?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hmm. I'm not sure. I'll try talking to him tomorrow & won't mention sister dearest's interest until I gently, ever so gently, explain to him why I'm not retiring. Good heavens. I have no idea how he'll take this all. We'll have to see.
Poppy (to Vincent): You'll do fine, honey... You have a way with people.
Vincent (to Poppy): I do alright. Of course, when I'm wrong, I tend to be wrong in huge, SPECTACULAR ways. Speaking of hugely, spectacularly wrong, I'm going to read a few more chapters of Ripper's novel and head to bed. Do you want the bedroom tonight, hun? It's only fair, since I had it last night.
Poppy (to Vincent): Any chance we can share the bed tonight, honey? I was feeling lonely on the couch.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Well, of course. Is everything OK?
Poppy (to Vincent): Nothing serious, honey, I just had a bad dream last night. I know it sounds silly, but I'd sleep better knowing you're right there.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ah. Well, of course, hun. Let's head to bed.
