Poppy (to Vincent): Good morning, honey. Did you sleep okay?
Vincent (to Poppy): As well as could be expected, I suppose. Did you throw this blanket on me last night, hun? Thank you.
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, I was having trouble sleeping & when I noticed you on the couch, honey, you looked chilly. I'm going to fix myself some coffee, would you like some?
Vincent (to Poppy): That would be faboo. Thanks, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I know a lot happened while we on the other side & that you need time to process it all, but... Well, what I'm trying to say & making a terrible mess of it is... um, are we okay?
Vincent (to Poppy): You and I? Of course! Why do you ask, hun?
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, there's the fact that you slept on the couch, honey. And, when we left Padgett's before crossing over, you pretty much left me on my own, while you were chatting up those dancing girls. It's been awhile since you've done that kinda thing. I was just worried that I had done something wrong.
Vincent (to Poppy): Why Ms Meriwether! It almost sounds as if you were jealous. Oh. From the look on your face, I don't suppose that was as funny as it sounded in my head. I'm sorry, hun. I didn't mean to make you feel neglected. I'm afraid I chat up quite a lot of dancing girls. The ladies and lads of places like Padgett's are WONDERFUL informants. And usually more than willing to dish dirt.
Poppy (to Vincent): I know you do, honey, and I KNOW they are, but you're usually more open with me about your plan of attack... It just seems like we're out of sync, lately. If there's nothing wrong to you, then it must just be my imagination.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, sweetie! Don't look so sullen. It's not like that. It's just that what happened to Alistair has been tough to process. And...good heavens, this is more than a bit embarrassing to admit, but I learned a lot I didn't realize about you this trip. If I've been a bit more insular than usual, I, um, I suppose I was feeling a might... intimidated?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... I'm sorry. This is exactly why I was always discouraged from dating, honey. It gets complicated & weird.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ha ha ha! Oh! Sweetie! It's not your fault your brilliance twitterpated me. I seem to get this way around the people I'm actually interested in. Oh noes. The facade has dropped! I'm laid bare as slightly shy & insecure. Never again will I appear roguish or interesting in your eyes.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, you will always be an interesting, roguish scoundrel to me. So, you're actually interested in me, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Goodness. It isn't bloody obvious? I... Yes, I would qualify as quite interested.
Poppy (to Vincent): I have to admit, honey. I was, honestly, worried that I had scared you off.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. No. Not at all, hun. It was, well, rather quite the opposite. Which was another reason I was keeping a bit of distance.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... Well, now I feel like an idiot.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, that makes two of us. At least we're not alone. :-P
Several hours later:
Ripper: We keep getting requests for deathrock... I may need Mouse's help.
Mouse (to Ripper): Heehee, there was a Blood on the Asphalt show, tonight at the Avalon... I can be there in 15 minutes.
Ripper (to Mouse): Heh, I have no idea what you just said. But I think Leon & I would appreciate the help.
Twenty minutes later:
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh good gracious! Am I glad to see you, hun. Deliver us!
Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee, I'll see what I can do.
Vincent (to Mouse): Thank you, sweetie. The boys were kind of at a loss tonight. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): So, I can see. It's okay, I know these guys. (to Ripper) Hey, I'm here to help. I can jump in whenever.
Ripper (to Mouse): Now, please?
Mouse (to Ripper): Alrighty, then... Move over.
Vincent (to Ripper): Hey, Professor. Called in the Calvary, I see. Hee hee. Would you like a drink?
Ripper (to Vincent): That would be great... You seem to have a fan, Captain.
Vincent (to Ripper): The usual? And, YES I will have Delia make it. What did you say about an admirer?
Ripper (to Vincent): Yes please. And, that redheaded mohawked gent seems to be very enamored with you.
Vincent (to Ripper): Here you go. The redhead at the end of the bar, eh? Hmmm. Well, I can't fault his taste.
Ripper (to Vincent): Thanks. I think he's been trying to work up the courage to talk to you.
Vincent (to Ripper): Hee hee. Oh. Well...
Vincent (to Poppy): As well as could be expected, I suppose. Did you throw this blanket on me last night, hun? Thank you.
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, I was having trouble sleeping & when I noticed you on the couch, honey, you looked chilly. I'm going to fix myself some coffee, would you like some?
Vincent (to Poppy): That would be faboo. Thanks, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I know a lot happened while we on the other side & that you need time to process it all, but... Well, what I'm trying to say & making a terrible mess of it is... um, are we okay?
Vincent (to Poppy): You and I? Of course! Why do you ask, hun?
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, there's the fact that you slept on the couch, honey. And, when we left Padgett's before crossing over, you pretty much left me on my own, while you were chatting up those dancing girls. It's been awhile since you've done that kinda thing. I was just worried that I had done something wrong.
Vincent (to Poppy): Why Ms Meriwether! It almost sounds as if you were jealous. Oh. From the look on your face, I don't suppose that was as funny as it sounded in my head. I'm sorry, hun. I didn't mean to make you feel neglected. I'm afraid I chat up quite a lot of dancing girls. The ladies and lads of places like Padgett's are WONDERFUL informants. And usually more than willing to dish dirt.
Poppy (to Vincent): I know you do, honey, and I KNOW they are, but you're usually more open with me about your plan of attack... It just seems like we're out of sync, lately. If there's nothing wrong to you, then it must just be my imagination.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, sweetie! Don't look so sullen. It's not like that. It's just that what happened to Alistair has been tough to process. And...good heavens, this is more than a bit embarrassing to admit, but I learned a lot I didn't realize about you this trip. If I've been a bit more insular than usual, I, um, I suppose I was feeling a might... intimidated?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... I'm sorry. This is exactly why I was always discouraged from dating, honey. It gets complicated & weird.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ha ha ha! Oh! Sweetie! It's not your fault your brilliance twitterpated me. I seem to get this way around the people I'm actually interested in. Oh noes. The facade has dropped! I'm laid bare as slightly shy & insecure. Never again will I appear roguish or interesting in your eyes.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, you will always be an interesting, roguish scoundrel to me. So, you're actually interested in me, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Goodness. It isn't bloody obvious? I... Yes, I would qualify as quite interested.
Poppy (to Vincent): I have to admit, honey. I was, honestly, worried that I had scared you off.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. No. Not at all, hun. It was, well, rather quite the opposite. Which was another reason I was keeping a bit of distance.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... Well, now I feel like an idiot.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, that makes two of us. At least we're not alone. :-P
Several hours later:
Ripper: We keep getting requests for deathrock... I may need Mouse's help.
Mouse (to Ripper): Heehee, there was a Blood on the Asphalt show, tonight at the Avalon... I can be there in 15 minutes.
Ripper (to Mouse): Heh, I have no idea what you just said. But I think Leon & I would appreciate the help.
Twenty minutes later:
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh good gracious! Am I glad to see you, hun. Deliver us!
Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee, I'll see what I can do.
Vincent (to Mouse): Thank you, sweetie. The boys were kind of at a loss tonight. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): So, I can see. It's okay, I know these guys. (to Ripper) Hey, I'm here to help. I can jump in whenever.
Ripper (to Mouse): Now, please?
Mouse (to Ripper): Alrighty, then... Move over.
Vincent (to Ripper): Hey, Professor. Called in the Calvary, I see. Hee hee. Would you like a drink?
Ripper (to Vincent): That would be great... You seem to have a fan, Captain.
Vincent (to Ripper): The usual? And, YES I will have Delia make it. What did you say about an admirer?
Ripper (to Vincent): Yes please. And, that redheaded mohawked gent seems to be very enamored with you.
Vincent (to Ripper): Here you go. The redhead at the end of the bar, eh? Hmmm. Well, I can't fault his taste.
Ripper (to Vincent): Thanks. I think he's been trying to work up the courage to talk to you.
Vincent (to Ripper): Hee hee. Oh. Well...
