Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Uh, heh. I was going to try to find us decent coffee.
Mouse (to Eep): That would be wonderful... You want some company?
Eep (to Mouse): Sure. You're making it real hard for me to sneak out and sneak back in with coffee and snacks, you know.
Mouse (to Eep): Sorry... I was enjoying your company in the bed. This is our honeymoon, after all.
Eep (to Mouse): Uh, yeah. It is, isn't it? Heh. You wanna do anything while we're in Vegas, or just hide from sparkle vamps in our room?
Mouse (to Eep): Well, the Bauhaus show is tonight...So, I say we avoid daylight and call down to room service and make them bring us stuff. I think there's plenty of things in here to occupy ourselves with... I mean, did you check out the whirlpool tub in the bathroom? It's huge and it looks like a coffin.
Eep (to Mouse): THAT'S what it's supposed to be. Christ! That's been driving me nuts every time I went into the bathroom. I am on my honeymoon,with my hot goth DJ wife, in a vampire-themed hotel that has a coffin shaped hot tub... I feel like I should go back in time just so that my 15 year old self can give me a high five.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself... I really had no idea that this place was going to be so cheesy.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. It's alright. It's Vegas! It's actually kinda hilarious. I wonder how many times someone has mistaken Vincent for one of the staff.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, probably every time he steps out of his room...
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. He'll have been promoted to the entertainment manager by the end of the week.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, that is a terrifying thought... Vincent in Vegas. It's probably a good thing that I only paid for them to stay one night.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. All you'd have to do to get him to leave is tell him the desert air will wrinkle his skin faster.
Mouse (to Eep): Doubtful, that boy knows his way around moisturizer like nobody's business... But, I think he's looking forward to going home. I think somethings got him agitated... He loves being a pirate and the fact that he's so willingly coming home makes me think he's worried about something. He always slips into his overly friendly, perv mode when he's concerned & trying to hide his mood.
Eep (to Mouse): Huh...
Mouse (to Eep): You didn't notice? Maybe, I'm just imagining it. I was too wrapped up in wedding stuff yesterday, but I was thinking about it this morning, and he was acting too much like his old self, it just seemed odd.
Eep (to Mouse): I guess I thought he was just happy to be home, but now that you mention it... Huh, I wonder.
Mouse (to Eep): Enough about my brother... we're supposed to be enjoying ourselves.
Eep (to Mouse): Huh? Oh. Yeah. Heh. Yeah we are, aren't we?
Mouse (to Eep): I'm going to fill up that coffin tub, care to join me?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I think I can be persuaded.
An hour later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, you can stop smiling. We're safely checked out and on our way home.
Vincent (to Poppy): I thought you liked my smile.
Poppy (to Vincent): I do, honey, but it's making me a bit nervous when it's been plastered on your face like that for hours.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. I should know better than to try to fool you of all people. I'm sorry, lover. I suppose I'm still a bit keyed up. I'll relax soon enough.
Poppy (to Vincent): I certainly hope so, honey... But, you should be proud. Your sister looked beautiful & I could swear, I even saw Eep smile during the ceremony last night. I have to admit to being a bit jealous that we didn't get to have a fancy ceremony.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. He totes smiled! I kept catching him grinning when he thought no one was paying attention. And actually meant to ask you about that, hun. How would you feel about having a proper ceremony on this side? Eloping is all fine and good for the Gloomies, but... hee hee... I'd really like to have a ridiculous wedding and reception.
Poppy (to Vincent): You know, you don't have to do this for me, lover. I consider us well & truly married, but I do like the idea of a bit of pomp & circumstance. Any excuse to get ridiculously dressed up.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, you know me and parties, hun. Hee hee. Honestly, I like the idea of a ceremony and celebrating marrying the love of my life with my friends and family.
Poppy (to Vincent): You are such a romantic, honey... It's one of the reasons I love you.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I have nothing to say to that. :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Do you hear that, little man? Your father wants to have a big party & marry me again... You'll need a suit.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Oh my goodness! How cute is he going to be in an itty bitty baby suit? You're going to look beautiful, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh my god, there's going to be so much to plan, lover... Wait a moment... This wouldn't be part of your weird competition with your sister, would it?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. No. Not this time. This is more than a tad bit embarrassing to admit, but, um... I always hoped I would fall in love and have a big, elaborate wedding. I kind of rallied against it after I ran away because marriage was such a Very Big Deal with my parents. And I knew if I fell in love with a boy... Well, a wedding would be out of the question, wouldn't it?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oooo... I have such a naughty idea, lover. I know it would be wrong & just inviting trouble, but I have half a mind to send your biological family photos of your son & the wedding after it's done... Maybe, I'll wear a suit.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh good God... That would be hilarious! If we do that, I want to wear the dress!
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, I'm sure we can figure out something, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee hee. Oh, this shouldn't fill me with as much joy as it does, but oh good heavens, does it fill me with joy!
Poppy (to Vincent): And, why shouldn't it, honey? It sounds like you have everything you ever dreamed of as a young boy... You're quite lucky. I'm just happy to be a part of it... and to be home... Oh my goodness, the nursery looks wonderful.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm damned lucky! And a large part of that is because you're a part of my life, hun. Heh. As much as I would love to take credit for the nursery, I had a lot of help!
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I'm going to put your son down for nap before I cry all over him... You're very sweet.
Vincent (to Poppy): Wait. Crying? Why are we crying? There shouldn't be any crying. There should be smiles and kisses. Seriously, huh. Are you OK?
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, I'm just happy, lover... I just never thought that anything like this would happen to me. I'm not upset, I'm overjoyed.
Vincent (to Poppy): Awwww, come here, hun. Heh. I guess we both ended up faring better than expected, didn't we, lover?
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, much better, honey... I always thought that getting out of the Tombs was the best thing that ever happened to me until I met you.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh...um, hee hee. Once again, I find myself without anything to say. What do you say we go lay down in a bed that's not a cramped little bunk?
Poppy (to Vincent): That sounds wonderful, lover.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hmm? Oh. That's Victor. Oh... Oh good heavens! Hee hee. He is his father's son, isn't he? Stay right there, sweetness. I'll go and get him.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm afraid we will never have alone time ever again, until he gets a bit older.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. I'm afraid so. He's lucky he's so damned cute.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, clearly he takes after my side of the family. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee hee. Well, I'm not going to argue that point, sexy thing. The little man is fine. He just needed a change. Of course, he gets those eyes from me. Hee hee. And those chubby cheeks, I'm afraid. You should have seen me as a teenager.
Poppy (to Vincent): You can't fool me, honey, I know you were adorable, I've seen the pictures.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh? Oh no! Mouse showed you pictures of me as a kid, didn't she? Oh dear... And yet you still love me.
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, and you showed me the photos you gave to the reporter, silly man.
Vincent (to Poppy): Did I? Well, THAT was a terrible idea. Clearly. Heh. You know, I never would have suspected this would be the case... but, I kind of wish I had stolen more photos of my family when I left. What will I tell Victor if he ever asks?
Poppy (to Vincent): We'll tell him there was a fire and you lost all the pictures... or your family didn't believe in photos... or someday you'll tell him the truth, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. Or, I can hope he's like most kids and too self-absorbed to ask.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, he's our son... Do you really think he can't be both curious & self-absorbed? Besides, he came back here once to save our friends & family, and he asked questions, then... Maybe, being secretive with him isn't the best plan. How about for now we just tell him the truth, that Mouse is the only family that matters on your side? And if he asks when he's older, we tell him the whole story...
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. And that big sexy brain is one of the things I love about you, lover. That sounds like a plan. Besides, I'm sure our life will be more than eventful enough to keep him interested.
Poppy (to Vincent): Speaking of eventful, honey, I think I'd like to stay home with Victor instead of going back to work at the club, if it's alright with you. I've been offered a teaching position at the ISS while I'm off the active duty roster & I think that would be enough to bring in some income & we wouldn't need to hire a nanny or anything.
Vincent (to Poppy): That sounds like a pretty good idea to me, hun. My income at Drac's isn't spectacular, I know, but I have more than enough in savings to keep us afloat for a while.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, an instructor salary at the ISS pays decently & I can go and work for a week & come back the same day I left. So, I won't be away from you both for too long. I don't want you to stress about taking care of all of us... We're all in this together, after all, lover.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee hee. Well, I like the fact that it will mean you're not away from us too long. You KNOW we can't be trusted alone. Oh dear... That means there's two of us that can't be trusted now, hun. I'm so sorry, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, I trust you to not do anything too stupid with your son, honey... Because, I know you don't want me to be a widow. I mean, I know I look stunning in black, but I'm much too young to pull that off convincingly. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): I'd much rather you look stunning with me than without me. Hee hee. I promise to be careful, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Good... Have you told anyone that we're back yet or do we have a few blissful days of settling in before we get assaulted?
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. I may have kept it a secret for now. For purely selfish reasons, I assure you.
Poppy (to Vincent): That's good, honey. Now, if we can only keep our son from interrupting us. :-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, we'll just have to be sneaky and quick, won't we?
Poppy (to Vincent): Well then, c'mere you.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmm. Is that...? Oh good heavens! I'm anticipating Victor even when there is no Victor to anticipate.
Poppy (to Vincent): Hmmm, I know it's been awhile, but you're already so easily distracted. I must be losing my touch. ;-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Hee hee. Well, THAT certainly un-distracted me.
Poppy (to Vincent): Hush you...
Vincent (to Poppy): Hushing... Hushing the hell right up.
Poppy (to Vincent): Why are you grinning like that?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hmmm? Grinning like what, lover?
Poppy (to Vincent): You are incorrigible.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. No doubt. It's one of my best features.
A few hours later:
Percy (to Poppy & Vincent): Hey sweeties! Where the hell are you? Are you okay? I'm at the Falcon & it's all sealed up.
Poppy (to Percy): Go away! We don't want any.
Percy (to Poppy & Vincent): Any what, honey?
Poppy (to Percy): Any of whatever you're going to bother us about, honey... I know, just sit outside & wait for us. Shouldn't be long, now.
Percy (to Poppy & Vincent): HAHA. Very funny. You're not in the Falcon, are you?
Poppy (to Percy): Brain the size of a planet & you just now figured it out... tsk, tsk.
Percy (to Poppy & Vincent): Well, you're certainly in a mood. Fine, I'll go away... but I had news for you. I'm sure it can wait until tomorrow.
Poppy (to Percy): Are you still talking, honey? Shoo! (to Vincent) And, that is very distracting, lover.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Sorry, hun. Whoever is the person to whom you are speaking?
Poppy (to Vincent): It was Percy... He was at the Falcon looking for us with news.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh dear. Nothing dreadful I hope.
Poppy (to Vincent): I told him we didn't want any & that he should wait there until we came out. I think he got the message.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I would should think so. Is everything OK?
Poppy (to Vincent): He said he'd get up with us tomorrow... I just want one day to ourselves, is that too much to ask, honey? We just got home. Victor is settled down for a nap, we only have a few hours to be just you & me... I'm feeling selfish. I know if Percy has bad news, we're going to have to rush off with guns blazing & I don't want to, right now.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, I'm certainly not going to complain, lover. Besides, if it were anything too horrible, he wouldn't take no for an answer. So, since I have you all to myself...
Mouse (to Eep): Hey sweetie... We need to get dressed if we want to make the show... or we could just say fuck it and stay here?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh heh. Well, that IS damned tempting. But, I'm alright with heading out if you are.
Mouse (to Eep): We should probably leave the room for a bit... Not that I haven't enjoyed it.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yeah, me too. But, I suppose we should be sociable creatures.
Mouse (to Eep): Wait a minute... Who are you and what have you done with my husband?
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Don't get me wrong. I mean "sociable" as in go stand in a room with a bunch of strangers and not talk to anyone.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, alright... You scared me for a minute there. I thought maybe matrimony had suddenly made you like people or something... Heehee, let's go listen to some music.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. God forbid. Lemme go put on some pants.
Mouse (to Eep): So, I have a silly question for you... Were you holding onto this ring or did you go out & get it after I asked you to elope with me?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh... Um... You, uh, you found that, huh?
Mouse (to Eep): I wasn't snooping, I promise. I just stumbled on it in the bag when I was looking for my eyeliner.
Eep (to Mouse): No, no. It's OK. I, um, it's dumb, I know, but..., so there's a story with that ring. It's kinda a ridiculous tradition... It, uh, it was my mom's. And my abuela--my grandmother's before that. Mom kind of, um, well, stole it when she married my dad. She never wanted what happened between her and my dad to discourage me from getting married.
Mouse (to Eep): So, what's the tradition?
Eep (to Mouse): When I found a girl I wanted to marry, Mom wanted me to give her that ring as an engagement... um, thing. Um, apparently, that ring has been an engagement ring for a couple of generations of women in my family. I know. It's doofy. Heh. I think Mom just wanted to make sure she had grandkids someday, honestly.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I don't think it's ridiculous. I think it's quite sweet.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um, well, if you want it, I mean, want to wear it... I, um...
Mouse (to Eep): I'd be honored to wear it, unless you want it for your second wife. :-P But since we're already married, we could just save it for our kids... I mean, if we have any.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I meant to give it to you before, but I kinda, uh... I chickened out. I was worried it sounded dumb.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, it's no dumber than the fact that I've been holding onto my parents wedding bands since I was a kid.
Eep (to Mouse): But, um, I'd love to give it to you, I mean, have you wear it. If you wanted to!
Mouse (to Eep): You're sweet, I love it. I think it's beautiful and I promise I won't let anything happen to it.
Eep (to Mouse): I'm not worried about that. It's just... I thought you would think it was dorky. Mom, um... My mom would have liked you. Anyway... Heh. I guess we're both kinda big dorks, huh?
Mouse (to Eep): Heh... Speaking of dorky... um, hold on, I hope I say this right... Y yo en estas líneas digo: ¿Te gusta esta quiero, amor, amor, ¿Te gusta esta Te quiero, como te vistes y cómo se levanta tu cabellera y cómo sus sonrisas en la boca, la luz como el agua del muelle sobre las piedras puras, ¿Te gusta esta Te quiero, amada. I really hope I didn't mess that up... It's a line from a Neruda poem.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh... Heh. Wow. That, uh, that was pretty good, actually.
Mouse (to Eep): I've been trying to learn Spanish.
Eep (to Mouse): Si sigues hablándome así, yo voy a recogerte y te llevará en el dormitorio en este mismo momento.
Mouse (to Eep): ¿En serio? Voy a tener que seguir practicando.
Eep (to Mouse): Espero que lo hagas. Tenemos que irnos. Peter Murphy se va a enojar si llegamos tarde.
Mouse (to Eep): Eres muy sexy cuando te haces cargo, mi marido.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. And I thought you were sexy when you spoke French... Oh... Shit. Heh. I'm gonna have to stop muttering around you in Spanish now, aren't I?
Mouse (to Eep): Not at all, I'm still learning. If you speak fast enough I won't be able to understand more than a few words.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yeah, yeah. That's what you say... for NOW. Anyway, I'm all set. You ready, um, Mrs?
Mouse (to Eep): Yes, I am... I hope I look okay.
Eep (to Mouse): Um. Yeah. I'd say you look OK. Wow. Uh... Wow.
Mouse (to Eep): Is it too much? I could change into jeans... I just remembered how much you liked these pants on me.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. God no. That is not too much. Not too much in the slightest.
Mouse (to Eep): Okay, good... We should probably go, then.
An hour or so later:
Vincent (to Poppy): So, at any point today, are you going to let me wish you happy birthday? Or should I continue to pretend I don't know?
Poppy (to Vincent): Huh? What? How did you find out about that, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. You're not the only sneaky one, you know. I have my sources, lover. I suppose if you don't want to celebrate, I'll just have to do something else with your cake and gift...
Poppy (to Vincent): I've never really celebrated my birthday, it's usually just me & a bottle of gin... Um, there's a cake & a gift, lover?
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. I didn't get a bottle of gin, I'm afraid, but I think there's a bottle of sparkling wine somewhere in this apartment.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I probably shouldn't... but one glass shouldn't hurt, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Here you go, hun. There is a small cake in the fridge. I didn't know what kind you liked, so I went with a brown derby cake. And, here is your gift. Hee hee. Don't look so shocked. As if I would let you sneak by without a small celebration at least.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, I should have known you'd find out... Thank you, honey. The cake sounds delicious & I'm sure the gift is wonderful. That was actually one of the reasons I was trying to enjoy the day alone with you... Oooo... I'm afraid to open the present, you did such a fantastic wrapping job on it.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. Yes, yes, yes. It's lovely. Just open the bloody thing already!
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, I don't know... I want to savor it, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Good heavens! You're going to kill me with suspense! Poor little Victor! Doomed to grow up without a father...
Poppy (to Vincent): Alright, alright, honey... I was just teasing. Hand it over.
Vincent (to Poppy): Here you go, hun. If you don't like it, I can always get you something else, lover.
Poppy (to Vincent): ... Oh wow, honey... It's perfect. Thank you.
Vincent (to Poppy): Do you really like it? Does it fit? I wasn't sure if I should get you something practical or frivolous...
Poppy (to Vincent): Should I model it for you, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I think you know the answer to that, lover. Do you want another glass of wine and some cake?
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes and yes, honey... But I should only have the cake. I don't want to get Victor drunk. :-) I'll be right back... I want to try this on.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Heh. Take your time, hun. I'll have cake waiting for you when you return.
Poppy (to Vincent): ... I'll go check on Victor first. Be right back, lover.
A few minutes later:
Poppy (to Vincent): ... Well, what do you think, honey? Not too bad for someone who just had a baby.
Vincent (to Poppy): Helloooooo, nurse. Not even in the same hemisphere as "too bad," hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I really hope that these boobs don't go away after Victor's done with nursing, I've kinda enjoyed them. Plus, my clothes seem to fit so much better. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. I'm not going to complain either way. I think you're gorgeous no matter what your wrapping. Of course, I wouldn't exactly complain if the boobs hung about ...
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, Your son's in bed, freshly changed & fed... So, come with me, lover.
