Vincent: Oh my God… (to Mouse) Pssst! Take a guess who I just spotted at the cafe!
Mouse (to Vincent): Ummm... the pope?
Vincent (to Mouse): No. Although that would be awesome. It's your favoritest, roofie-droppingest goth DJ.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh god... She's back?
Vincent (to Mouse): It would appear so. I am resisting the urge to barge in there and how prison treated her. This is me taking the high road. Mark the date.
Mouse (to Vincent): That's just great. I start to resume my old life & she shows back up. God, I hope Sasha doesn't hire her back.
Vincent (to Mouse): I can't imagine he would! Half the bar would probably quit. I know I'd be sorely tempted.
Mouse (to Vincent): No, no, you're right... He wouldn't do that. I wonder why she came back here, though? I mean, she is persona non grata.
Vincent (to Mouse): I have no idea. Hee hee. Want me to go ask her? Screw the high road. I'm going to do ask her.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh... good luck!
Vincent (to Satanica): Well, look what the parole board dropped off! Hello, Inga. How's prison treating you?
Satanica (to Vincent): Oh...privet, Vincent. I was wondering when you were going to come in & harass me... Before you start yelling at me, I want to apologize for my atrocious behavior... Part of my punishment was court-ordered therapy & I've made a lot of discoveries about myself. I know it doesn't mean much to you, but I am sorry. Okay, I'm ready for the yelling.
Vincent (to Satanica): Huh. Well, that wasn't what I was expecting. I'm not going to yet at you. But, I'm not uber-thrilled to see you either. You hurt, and scared a lot of people I care about. It's not something I forgive or forget easily. What are you doing in town?
Satanica (to Vincent): I know & I feel awful, dorogoĭ. But, I have nowhere else to go. I've got my apartment here & I'm going to be working at my cousin Magda's flower shop down the street.
Vincent (to Satanica): No offense, but if you're serious about making yourself better, you've got a lot of work to do. I hope everything works out. And, before you start, yes. I do really mean that. Good luck.
Satanica (to Vincent): Spasibo, Vincent. Um, take care.
Vincent: That was interesting. (to Mouse) Curious about how the conversation with "Satanica" went?
Mouse (to Vincent): Sort of... I have a feeling you're going to tell me, anyway.
Vincent (to Mouse): Hee hee. Of course I am! What's the point of being nosy if you want share the information? She's out of jail, in therapy apparently, and back in town working in her cousin's flower shop. She also apologized to me. Can you believe it?
Mouse (to Vincent): Wow... Really? She apologized to you? It must be a pod person.
Vincent (to Mouse): I know! She may be an automaton. She wouldn't look me in the eyes, so I couldn't be sure. But, I'm not ruling out pod person as a possibility.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, at least, we won't run into her much if she's not deejaying.
Vincent (to Mouse): Let's hope. Contrite or no, I don't want to see much of her. Huh. I just realized... I think that's the longest conversation Inga and I have ever had. Well, that didn't involve her trying to push me into a bathroom stall, that is. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): Be thankful for that... I've unfortunately had some VERY long conversations with her, mostly where she mocked me... a lot.
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, she said she got court-ordered therapy as part of her sentence & she's trying to work through her issues. I, uh, I may have told her she had a lot of work to do. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee... that's probably true.
Vincent (to Mouse): I don't doubt it for a heartbeat. Boy, this seems to be the week for old pals crawling out of the walls. I got a card from my father yesterday.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh god, what did that jackass have to say?
Vincent (to Mouse): That he was sorry for the "past wrongs" he committed against me, but only because he's in rehab again, mind you. And that he prays I'll find my way back to the truth and light of God someday. Same old, same old. It's a variation on the same speech he gave me every time he beat the crap out of me.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, I wish I could say I'm surprised but after everything you've told me about him that sounds about right.
Vincent (to Mouse): Yeah, pretty much. It's all actually my fault. Whatever. I'm not going to stress about it. If he doesn't want to take responsibility for his own actions. I can't make him. The chickenshit didn't even sign it. Heh.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm sorry, little brother... But, you know that you're better off without those people. And, hopefully this will be the last time you hear from any of them.
Vincent (to Mouse): Amen. Preach it to the rafters, sister o' mine, let the saints hear you sing, because THAT is the truth. Heh. I think I need to go get something to eat. That was a little too preacher-tastic for my tastes. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee... Yeah, it was. Go get yourself some food. I'll see you later, little brother.
Mouse (to Vincent): Ummm... the pope?
Vincent (to Mouse): No. Although that would be awesome. It's your favoritest, roofie-droppingest goth DJ.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh god... She's back?
Vincent (to Mouse): It would appear so. I am resisting the urge to barge in there and how prison treated her. This is me taking the high road. Mark the date.
Mouse (to Vincent): That's just great. I start to resume my old life & she shows back up. God, I hope Sasha doesn't hire her back.
Vincent (to Mouse): I can't imagine he would! Half the bar would probably quit. I know I'd be sorely tempted.
Mouse (to Vincent): No, no, you're right... He wouldn't do that. I wonder why she came back here, though? I mean, she is persona non grata.
Vincent (to Mouse): I have no idea. Hee hee. Want me to go ask her? Screw the high road. I'm going to do ask her.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh... good luck!
Vincent (to Satanica): Well, look what the parole board dropped off! Hello, Inga. How's prison treating you?
Satanica (to Vincent): Oh...privet, Vincent. I was wondering when you were going to come in & harass me... Before you start yelling at me, I want to apologize for my atrocious behavior... Part of my punishment was court-ordered therapy & I've made a lot of discoveries about myself. I know it doesn't mean much to you, but I am sorry. Okay, I'm ready for the yelling.
Vincent (to Satanica): Huh. Well, that wasn't what I was expecting. I'm not going to yet at you. But, I'm not uber-thrilled to see you either. You hurt, and scared a lot of people I care about. It's not something I forgive or forget easily. What are you doing in town?
Satanica (to Vincent): I know & I feel awful, dorogoĭ. But, I have nowhere else to go. I've got my apartment here & I'm going to be working at my cousin Magda's flower shop down the street.
Vincent (to Satanica): No offense, but if you're serious about making yourself better, you've got a lot of work to do. I hope everything works out. And, before you start, yes. I do really mean that. Good luck.
Satanica (to Vincent): Spasibo, Vincent. Um, take care.
Vincent: That was interesting. (to Mouse) Curious about how the conversation with "Satanica" went?
Mouse (to Vincent): Sort of... I have a feeling you're going to tell me, anyway.
Vincent (to Mouse): Hee hee. Of course I am! What's the point of being nosy if you want share the information? She's out of jail, in therapy apparently, and back in town working in her cousin's flower shop. She also apologized to me. Can you believe it?
Mouse (to Vincent): Wow... Really? She apologized to you? It must be a pod person.
Vincent (to Mouse): I know! She may be an automaton. She wouldn't look me in the eyes, so I couldn't be sure. But, I'm not ruling out pod person as a possibility.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, at least, we won't run into her much if she's not deejaying.
Vincent (to Mouse): Let's hope. Contrite or no, I don't want to see much of her. Huh. I just realized... I think that's the longest conversation Inga and I have ever had. Well, that didn't involve her trying to push me into a bathroom stall, that is. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): Be thankful for that... I've unfortunately had some VERY long conversations with her, mostly where she mocked me... a lot.
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, she said she got court-ordered therapy as part of her sentence & she's trying to work through her issues. I, uh, I may have told her she had a lot of work to do. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee... that's probably true.
Vincent (to Mouse): I don't doubt it for a heartbeat. Boy, this seems to be the week for old pals crawling out of the walls. I got a card from my father yesterday.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh god, what did that jackass have to say?
Vincent (to Mouse): That he was sorry for the "past wrongs" he committed against me, but only because he's in rehab again, mind you. And that he prays I'll find my way back to the truth and light of God someday. Same old, same old. It's a variation on the same speech he gave me every time he beat the crap out of me.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, I wish I could say I'm surprised but after everything you've told me about him that sounds about right.
Vincent (to Mouse): Yeah, pretty much. It's all actually my fault. Whatever. I'm not going to stress about it. If he doesn't want to take responsibility for his own actions. I can't make him. The chickenshit didn't even sign it. Heh.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm sorry, little brother... But, you know that you're better off without those people. And, hopefully this will be the last time you hear from any of them.
Vincent (to Mouse): Amen. Preach it to the rafters, sister o' mine, let the saints hear you sing, because THAT is the truth. Heh. I think I need to go get something to eat. That was a little too preacher-tastic for my tastes. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee... Yeah, it was. Go get yourself some food. I'll see you later, little brother.
