Poppy (to Mouse): Hey there, Miss Mouse... I was wondering, if you'd like to accompany me on a little trip to the other side today? I'd like to take you to meet a couple friends of mine who can help get you properly kitted up. You can even bring your cat, if you like.
Mouse (to Poppy): Oh? Can you give me a couple hours to get ready?
Poppy (to Mouse): Of course, honey. I have some errands to run on this side before I go, so just give a holler.
An hour later:
Mouse (to Eep): Hey sleepyhead, want some breakfast & coffee?
Eep (to Mouse): Hmmm? Yeah. Coffee'd be good. Sorry. Been up long?
Mouse (to Eep): Just a little while. Poppy asked me to go to the other side with her on a shopping trip. Are you going to be okay with me going?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Jesus. Um, yeah. I guess so. Just, uh, just be careful.
Mouse (to Eep): Of course! We're just going shopping. I'll bring Otto with me, if it'll make you feel better.
Eep (to Mouse): No, I know. Um, actually, that might make me feel a little better.
Mouse (to Eep): I've never been over there when there's not something worrisome going on, so I'm anxious to see the regular stuff. Do you want to come with us?
Eep (to Mouse): Um. Yeah. I guess so. I mean, I'll have to be back in time for work.
Mouse (to Eep): Really? You wanna go shopping with me & Poppy? Are you serious? You know, you're going to have to let me go to the other side on my own at some point.
Eep (to Mouse): I... Fuck. You're right. Sorry. I'm being stupid. And no. I REALLY don't wanna go shopping with Poppy.
Mouse (to Eep): I'll make sure to be back quickly... I love you. (to Poppy) Hey, I'm ready to go. I'll come by & pick you up. Be there in 10 minutes.
Eep (to Mouse): I love you too. I'll, uh, I'll see you soon.
Poppy (to Mouse): Alright, honey. I'll see you shortly. (to Vincent) Hey honey, I'm going over with your sister. I want to take her to meet a couple of friends of mine. We'll be back in a few hours.
Vincent (to Poppy): Have fun!
Poppy (to Vincent): We will. Anything you want us to pick up, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Nothing pressing, hun. I think I may wander over to see how Gloomy Gus is doing. I'm sure he's brewing up quite a pout.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'll see you later, honey.
An hour or so later:
Vincent (to Eep): Why am I not surprised to find you on the porch sucking down cancer sticks? Hiya, Slim. How are you holding up?
Eep (to Vincent): I am SO not in the mood for this shit right now, Vincent. Fuck off.
Vincent (to Eep): Awww! Don't be like that, sexy. You and I hardly ever hang out anymore. Don't get in a snit. They'll be fine.
Eep (to Vincent): What?
Vincent (to Eep): Mouse and Poppy will be FINE, Eep. They're just going shopping. It's no more dangerous going into the city. Really.
Eep (to Vincent): Yeah. Sure.
Vincent (to Eep): Oh stop. You're brewing up a pout that could choke a camel. Why are you being such a nervous Nelly about this?
Eep (to Vincent): Oh, I dunno. Maybe because I spent weeks listening to Mouse have nightmares about the fucked up shit Smythe did to her?
Vincent (to Eep): It's not the place that hurt her, Eep. It was a person. No one reality has a monopoly on fucked up people. You know that. Believe me, I feel no end to remorse about that. You already know this; you're not as dense as you pretend to be. Did it ever occur to you that this is how my sister is coping with what happened?
Eep (to Vincent): Oh. Uh, no. I didn't... I didn't think about that.
Vincent (to Eep): She tried to go back to "normal," and she couldn't right now. This could be a chance for her to feel in control again. Isn't this around the time of year when your mom died? It's a couple of months before your birthday, right?
Eep (to Vincent): Oh. Uh, yeah. The end of May. What has that gotta do with anything?
Vincent (to Eep): Well, maybe, just maybe, you're feeling the teeniest bit on edge, because you lost someone you love right around now?
Eep (to Vincent): Or, maybe I'm just legitimately scared! When we were looking for her, you carried a sword and GUNS, Vincent! You mentioned getting hit with one of those Tesla things Mouse was tortured with. This shit isn't as safe as you want me to believe.
Vincent (to Eep): That was a special circumstance, Eep. A madman had kidnapped my sister. Please believe me, the vast majority of the time. It is nothing like that. Yes, when I first started crossing over, and pirating, I crewed with the less than reputable sometimes. And yes, I took some idiotic chances, and did some idiotic things, that I would never volunteer to do again. I don't take those kinds of jobs anymore. And I still think you're being hyper-paranoid right now due to the time of year.
Eep (to Vincent): ... Maybe.
A few hours later:
Mouse (to Eep): Hey sweetie, I'm home.
Eep (to Mouse): Hey. How was your, uh, inter-dimensional shopping trip?
Mouse (to Eep): It was fine. A little weird... But pretty uneventful. What did you do while I was gone?
Eep (to Mouse): Uh, not much. Vincent stopped by for a while. But, nothing much. What did you guys do?
Mouse (to Eep): Poppy took me to this custom clothing shop and the owners were... well, they were the counterparts of my parents... We had tea.
Eep (to Mouse): Wait... They were what?
Mouse (to Eep): Poppy said she recognized them from the photo on the mantle & she thought it might do me some good to meet them. I mean, I know they're not my parents, but it was nice to sit with them & chat.
Eep (to Mouse): I... Uh. Wow. I don't know what to say. Are you OK? I mean...
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, I know... I'm going to grab a smoke.
Eep (to Mouse): Do you mind if grab a cigarette with you?
Mouse (to Eep): Of course, you can come with me. I'm just a little shaken, but I'm good.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I can imagine. Christ... That was kinda nice of Poppy. Kinda fucked up, but nice.
Mouse (to Eep): The Trubshaws never had children, and I don't know... It's nice to know that there are versions of my parents alive somewhere.
Eep (to Mouse): Um, yeah. I can imagine. I wonder...
Mouse (to Eep): What is it?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh... Sorry. Nothing. You, uh, you want a hug? You kinda look like you could need one.
Mouse (to Eep): I would love a hug...
Eep (to Mouse): Look, I'm sorry I've been kinda nuts, lately. I love you, and I... um, your brother thinks I'm more paranoid than usual. 'Cause of the time of the year, and all, I mean.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, I didn't realize... Are you okay? I mean, I know how I feel around the anniversary of my parents...
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Uh, no! I'm fine. I mean, it's still like more than a month out. I'm OK. Vincent just thinks I might be a little more, uh... I guess touchy than usual. I'm fine. Really. I mean, it's been a long time. I was 15 when Mom died. Well, 14 technically... I turned 15 almost a month later, but whatever. It's been a long time. I'm OK, but I, uh, I might be touchy.
Mouse (to Eep): It's coming up soon for me too... next month. So, I understand. You don't have to apologize for being concerned. I really don't intend to go anywhere for a long time... I mean, to say, you're stuck with me.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Well, I'm glad as hell to hear you say that. When, uh, when did your parents pass?
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... it was the 17th of May. I just get a little mopey a few days before and then, I'm fine.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I understand. Mom died May 29th. Heh. We can hate May together.
Mouse (to Eep): Look, can we talk about something cheery? You're about to head to work & I don't want either of us being down while you're gone.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Uh, yeah. Sorry. So... Um. Kittens?
Mouse (to Eep): Actually, speaking of kittens... I have come to find out that our Mister Otto has been making time with a lovely female alley cat in the neighborhood and well, he's going to be a papa.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh Jesus! That little gray sonofa... I'll neuter him myself if he doesn't keep it in his kitty britches.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, I just worry that the kittens are going to be super smart, too.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh good God. That's just what we need. 5 tiny Ottos running around.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I hope Otto isn't going to be an absentee dad... I wonder what kitten support is like?
Eep (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! Well, I keep telling him he needs to get a job, and pay some damn rent.
A couple hours later:
Ripper (to Mouse): Hey, can you come down to the club & look at the gear? We're having something glitchy happen & we can't figure it out.
Mouse (to Ripper): Is it only playing ethereal or downtempo CDs?
Ripper (to Mouse): Uh, yeah... Now that you mention it...
Mouse (to Ripper): It's the Saturday the 14th curse... Hit the left deck 3 times, rub it twice while saying something sweet to it then smack it.
Ripper (to Mouse): Really?
Mouse (to Ripper): Yes... Would I steer you wrong? Trust me, it'll work.
Ripper (to Mouse): God, I feel like an idiot...
Vincent (to Ripper): Professor, far be it from me to criticize the professional's choice in music, but you're making folk cry into their beers.
Ripper (to Vincent): I'm working on it, Captain. We're having technical difficulties. I asked Mouse & she's telling me some nonsense...
Vincent (to Ripper): Well, if anyone knows how to work those decks it's her. Oh! It's the 14th, isn't it? You'll need some extra juju tonight.
Mouse (to Vincent): Has Ripper fixed the music issue?
Vincent (to Mouse): Not yet. It's a very dour night so far. I don't think he believes you about Sat the 14th.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, he'll figure it out, eventually... or just lay his ego aside & do what I told him to do to fix it.
Vincent (to Mouse): Sounds like he finally got it sorted.
Mouse (to Vincent): That's good. I hope Delia got a video of him doing what I told him.
Vincent (to Mouse): Hee hee. I think she did. I hope she zoomed in on the "talk nice to it" part. So going on You Tube.
Ripper (to Vincent): Okay, I think it's working...
Vincent (to Ripper): Sounds like it. Thank goodness! I told you sister dearest wouldn't steer you wrong.
Ripper (to Vincent): It just sounded like she was yanking my chain. (to Mouse) Thanks for the advice! It totally worked.
Mouse (to Ripper): It really worked? Cuz I was totally making it up... Just kidding, it's happened to me before.
Vincent (to Ripper): Really? Was it any stranger than anything else you've experienced with this group? :-P
Ripper (to Vincent): When you put it like that, Uh, no.
Vincent (to Ripper): Mmm hmm. Thought so. By the by, I think Delia got your "repairs" on video. :-P
Ripper (to Vincent): Oh god...
Vincent (to Ripper): Hee hee. Oh for heaven sakes. Don't look so put out. It's just silly video. You can keep all your cool DJ points. Realize that this is ME about to say this; you are WAY too concerned with your image sometimes, Professor. :-P
Ripper (to Vincent): Alright, alright, I submit! I've been learning to relax about it from Robert, but it still gets to me every now & then.
Vincent (to Ripper): Hee hee. Listen to the wise ginger. Things are going well between you two, I take it?
Ripper (to Vincent): I guess. We've got a lot in common & it's uncomplicated. What about you & the real girl? You seem awfully cozy lately.
Vincent (to Ripper): Real girl, huh? :-P We're just friends. Right now, that's all either of us is looking for. Besides, it's far too odd to be anything else, especially if we're going to be living and working together.
Ripper (to Vincent): Oh... "just friends"... Really?
Vincent (to Ripper): YES. Just friends. I know this seems impossible to everyone. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): Ummm, did Poppy mention to you that she's performing at the Rolled Stocking? Because... Um, Wow!
Vincent (to Mouse): She mentioned that she was hosting there, and they had asked her to perform. Are you watching her act?
Mouse (to Vincent): Yes, yes I am... She's performing to 'Wouldn't it be loverly' from my fair lady & everyone has stopped talking to watch.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh my... Something tells me I should probably skip seeing her perform then. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm sure she'd give you a private show, if you asked her nicely. ;-P
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh dear... I think that might be an exceptionally bad idea. Or a good one. I'm not sure.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, judging by the applause she just received you've got a lot of stiff competition. :-p
Vincent (to Mouse): Hee hee. I don't doubt it.
Two hours later:
Mouse (to Eep): Hey, Mister man!
Eep (to Mouse): Hey! I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight.
Mouse (to Eep): I went & checked out the place where Poppy works. And, she wanted to come here when her shift was finished.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh yeah? Huh. Well, I'm not gonna complain about getting to see you.
Poppy (to Vincent): Hey honey, is that a new shirt?
Vincent (to Poppy): It is! I picked it up this afternoon. What do you think?
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, it's quite flattering on you, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Glad to hear it, hun. That means the tips should be good. :-P My sister said your performance tonight was quite a show.
Poppy (to Vincent): News travels fast, honey...
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. In this group, it does indeed. I think you impressed her.
Mouse (to Poppy): Oh? Can you give me a couple hours to get ready?
Poppy (to Mouse): Of course, honey. I have some errands to run on this side before I go, so just give a holler.
An hour later:
Mouse (to Eep): Hey sleepyhead, want some breakfast & coffee?
Eep (to Mouse): Hmmm? Yeah. Coffee'd be good. Sorry. Been up long?
Mouse (to Eep): Just a little while. Poppy asked me to go to the other side with her on a shopping trip. Are you going to be okay with me going?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Jesus. Um, yeah. I guess so. Just, uh, just be careful.
Mouse (to Eep): Of course! We're just going shopping. I'll bring Otto with me, if it'll make you feel better.
Eep (to Mouse): No, I know. Um, actually, that might make me feel a little better.
Mouse (to Eep): I've never been over there when there's not something worrisome going on, so I'm anxious to see the regular stuff. Do you want to come with us?
Eep (to Mouse): Um. Yeah. I guess so. I mean, I'll have to be back in time for work.
Mouse (to Eep): Really? You wanna go shopping with me & Poppy? Are you serious? You know, you're going to have to let me go to the other side on my own at some point.
Eep (to Mouse): I... Fuck. You're right. Sorry. I'm being stupid. And no. I REALLY don't wanna go shopping with Poppy.
Mouse (to Eep): I'll make sure to be back quickly... I love you. (to Poppy) Hey, I'm ready to go. I'll come by & pick you up. Be there in 10 minutes.
Eep (to Mouse): I love you too. I'll, uh, I'll see you soon.
Poppy (to Mouse): Alright, honey. I'll see you shortly. (to Vincent) Hey honey, I'm going over with your sister. I want to take her to meet a couple of friends of mine. We'll be back in a few hours.
Vincent (to Poppy): Have fun!
Poppy (to Vincent): We will. Anything you want us to pick up, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Nothing pressing, hun. I think I may wander over to see how Gloomy Gus is doing. I'm sure he's brewing up quite a pout.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'll see you later, honey.
An hour or so later:
Vincent (to Eep): Why am I not surprised to find you on the porch sucking down cancer sticks? Hiya, Slim. How are you holding up?
Eep (to Vincent): I am SO not in the mood for this shit right now, Vincent. Fuck off.
Vincent (to Eep): Awww! Don't be like that, sexy. You and I hardly ever hang out anymore. Don't get in a snit. They'll be fine.
Eep (to Vincent): What?
Vincent (to Eep): Mouse and Poppy will be FINE, Eep. They're just going shopping. It's no more dangerous going into the city. Really.
Eep (to Vincent): Yeah. Sure.
Vincent (to Eep): Oh stop. You're brewing up a pout that could choke a camel. Why are you being such a nervous Nelly about this?
Eep (to Vincent): Oh, I dunno. Maybe because I spent weeks listening to Mouse have nightmares about the fucked up shit Smythe did to her?
Vincent (to Eep): It's not the place that hurt her, Eep. It was a person. No one reality has a monopoly on fucked up people. You know that. Believe me, I feel no end to remorse about that. You already know this; you're not as dense as you pretend to be. Did it ever occur to you that this is how my sister is coping with what happened?
Eep (to Vincent): Oh. Uh, no. I didn't... I didn't think about that.
Vincent (to Eep): She tried to go back to "normal," and she couldn't right now. This could be a chance for her to feel in control again. Isn't this around the time of year when your mom died? It's a couple of months before your birthday, right?
Eep (to Vincent): Oh. Uh, yeah. The end of May. What has that gotta do with anything?
Vincent (to Eep): Well, maybe, just maybe, you're feeling the teeniest bit on edge, because you lost someone you love right around now?
Eep (to Vincent): Or, maybe I'm just legitimately scared! When we were looking for her, you carried a sword and GUNS, Vincent! You mentioned getting hit with one of those Tesla things Mouse was tortured with. This shit isn't as safe as you want me to believe.
Vincent (to Eep): That was a special circumstance, Eep. A madman had kidnapped my sister. Please believe me, the vast majority of the time. It is nothing like that. Yes, when I first started crossing over, and pirating, I crewed with the less than reputable sometimes. And yes, I took some idiotic chances, and did some idiotic things, that I would never volunteer to do again. I don't take those kinds of jobs anymore. And I still think you're being hyper-paranoid right now due to the time of year.
Eep (to Vincent): ... Maybe.
A few hours later:
Mouse (to Eep): Hey sweetie, I'm home.
Eep (to Mouse): Hey. How was your, uh, inter-dimensional shopping trip?
Mouse (to Eep): It was fine. A little weird... But pretty uneventful. What did you do while I was gone?
Eep (to Mouse): Uh, not much. Vincent stopped by for a while. But, nothing much. What did you guys do?
Mouse (to Eep): Poppy took me to this custom clothing shop and the owners were... well, they were the counterparts of my parents... We had tea.
Eep (to Mouse): Wait... They were what?
Mouse (to Eep): Poppy said she recognized them from the photo on the mantle & she thought it might do me some good to meet them. I mean, I know they're not my parents, but it was nice to sit with them & chat.
Eep (to Mouse): I... Uh. Wow. I don't know what to say. Are you OK? I mean...
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, I know... I'm going to grab a smoke.
Eep (to Mouse): Do you mind if grab a cigarette with you?
Mouse (to Eep): Of course, you can come with me. I'm just a little shaken, but I'm good.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I can imagine. Christ... That was kinda nice of Poppy. Kinda fucked up, but nice.
Mouse (to Eep): The Trubshaws never had children, and I don't know... It's nice to know that there are versions of my parents alive somewhere.
Eep (to Mouse): Um, yeah. I can imagine. I wonder...
Mouse (to Eep): What is it?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh... Sorry. Nothing. You, uh, you want a hug? You kinda look like you could need one.
Mouse (to Eep): I would love a hug...
Eep (to Mouse): Look, I'm sorry I've been kinda nuts, lately. I love you, and I... um, your brother thinks I'm more paranoid than usual. 'Cause of the time of the year, and all, I mean.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, I didn't realize... Are you okay? I mean, I know how I feel around the anniversary of my parents...
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Uh, no! I'm fine. I mean, it's still like more than a month out. I'm OK. Vincent just thinks I might be a little more, uh... I guess touchy than usual. I'm fine. Really. I mean, it's been a long time. I was 15 when Mom died. Well, 14 technically... I turned 15 almost a month later, but whatever. It's been a long time. I'm OK, but I, uh, I might be touchy.
Mouse (to Eep): It's coming up soon for me too... next month. So, I understand. You don't have to apologize for being concerned. I really don't intend to go anywhere for a long time... I mean, to say, you're stuck with me.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Well, I'm glad as hell to hear you say that. When, uh, when did your parents pass?
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... it was the 17th of May. I just get a little mopey a few days before and then, I'm fine.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I understand. Mom died May 29th. Heh. We can hate May together.
Mouse (to Eep): Look, can we talk about something cheery? You're about to head to work & I don't want either of us being down while you're gone.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Uh, yeah. Sorry. So... Um. Kittens?
Mouse (to Eep): Actually, speaking of kittens... I have come to find out that our Mister Otto has been making time with a lovely female alley cat in the neighborhood and well, he's going to be a papa.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh Jesus! That little gray sonofa... I'll neuter him myself if he doesn't keep it in his kitty britches.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, I just worry that the kittens are going to be super smart, too.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh good God. That's just what we need. 5 tiny Ottos running around.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I hope Otto isn't going to be an absentee dad... I wonder what kitten support is like?
Eep (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! Well, I keep telling him he needs to get a job, and pay some damn rent.
A couple hours later:
Ripper (to Mouse): Hey, can you come down to the club & look at the gear? We're having something glitchy happen & we can't figure it out.
Mouse (to Ripper): Is it only playing ethereal or downtempo CDs?
Ripper (to Mouse): Uh, yeah... Now that you mention it...
Mouse (to Ripper): It's the Saturday the 14th curse... Hit the left deck 3 times, rub it twice while saying something sweet to it then smack it.
Ripper (to Mouse): Really?
Mouse (to Ripper): Yes... Would I steer you wrong? Trust me, it'll work.
Ripper (to Mouse): God, I feel like an idiot...
Vincent (to Ripper): Professor, far be it from me to criticize the professional's choice in music, but you're making folk cry into their beers.
Ripper (to Vincent): I'm working on it, Captain. We're having technical difficulties. I asked Mouse & she's telling me some nonsense...
Vincent (to Ripper): Well, if anyone knows how to work those decks it's her. Oh! It's the 14th, isn't it? You'll need some extra juju tonight.
Mouse (to Vincent): Has Ripper fixed the music issue?
Vincent (to Mouse): Not yet. It's a very dour night so far. I don't think he believes you about Sat the 14th.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, he'll figure it out, eventually... or just lay his ego aside & do what I told him to do to fix it.
Vincent (to Mouse): Sounds like he finally got it sorted.
Mouse (to Vincent): That's good. I hope Delia got a video of him doing what I told him.
Vincent (to Mouse): Hee hee. I think she did. I hope she zoomed in on the "talk nice to it" part. So going on You Tube.
Ripper (to Vincent): Okay, I think it's working...
Vincent (to Ripper): Sounds like it. Thank goodness! I told you sister dearest wouldn't steer you wrong.
Ripper (to Vincent): It just sounded like she was yanking my chain. (to Mouse) Thanks for the advice! It totally worked.
Mouse (to Ripper): It really worked? Cuz I was totally making it up... Just kidding, it's happened to me before.
Vincent (to Ripper): Really? Was it any stranger than anything else you've experienced with this group? :-P
Ripper (to Vincent): When you put it like that, Uh, no.
Vincent (to Ripper): Mmm hmm. Thought so. By the by, I think Delia got your "repairs" on video. :-P
Ripper (to Vincent): Oh god...
Vincent (to Ripper): Hee hee. Oh for heaven sakes. Don't look so put out. It's just silly video. You can keep all your cool DJ points. Realize that this is ME about to say this; you are WAY too concerned with your image sometimes, Professor. :-P
Ripper (to Vincent): Alright, alright, I submit! I've been learning to relax about it from Robert, but it still gets to me every now & then.
Vincent (to Ripper): Hee hee. Listen to the wise ginger. Things are going well between you two, I take it?
Ripper (to Vincent): I guess. We've got a lot in common & it's uncomplicated. What about you & the real girl? You seem awfully cozy lately.
Vincent (to Ripper): Real girl, huh? :-P We're just friends. Right now, that's all either of us is looking for. Besides, it's far too odd to be anything else, especially if we're going to be living and working together.
Ripper (to Vincent): Oh... "just friends"... Really?
Vincent (to Ripper): YES. Just friends. I know this seems impossible to everyone. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): Ummm, did Poppy mention to you that she's performing at the Rolled Stocking? Because... Um, Wow!
Vincent (to Mouse): She mentioned that she was hosting there, and they had asked her to perform. Are you watching her act?
Mouse (to Vincent): Yes, yes I am... She's performing to 'Wouldn't it be loverly' from my fair lady & everyone has stopped talking to watch.
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh my... Something tells me I should probably skip seeing her perform then. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm sure she'd give you a private show, if you asked her nicely. ;-P
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh dear... I think that might be an exceptionally bad idea. Or a good one. I'm not sure.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, judging by the applause she just received you've got a lot of stiff competition. :-p
Vincent (to Mouse): Hee hee. I don't doubt it.
Two hours later:
Mouse (to Eep): Hey, Mister man!
Eep (to Mouse): Hey! I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight.
Mouse (to Eep): I went & checked out the place where Poppy works. And, she wanted to come here when her shift was finished.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh yeah? Huh. Well, I'm not gonna complain about getting to see you.
Poppy (to Vincent): Hey honey, is that a new shirt?
Vincent (to Poppy): It is! I picked it up this afternoon. What do you think?
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, it's quite flattering on you, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Glad to hear it, hun. That means the tips should be good. :-P My sister said your performance tonight was quite a show.
Poppy (to Vincent): News travels fast, honey...
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. In this group, it does indeed. I think you impressed her.
