Vincent (to Lulu): Can do. Oh, good heavens... How the hell did HE get in here? What is with this week? Did someone move a rock?
Lulu (to Vincent): Huh? Who is it? Do you need to switch with me?
Vincent (to Lulu): Yes. Please. Thank you, hun. He's a nasty piece of work, is what he is. (to Mouse) Sweetie, you don't have anything sharp up in the DJ booth, do you?
Lulu (to Vincent): Oh... I recognize him from somewhere.
Mouse (to Vincent): Huh? I have my little multi-tool... Why? Does someone need stabbing?
Vincent (to Mouse): Here you go, hun. I will trade you this very large beer for any potential weapons you might have.
Mouse (to Vincent): Uh, okay... why are you doing... Fat Christ! How did HE get in here? I am not going to need a sharp implement to take care of him.
Vincent (to Mouse): No, no. Sweetie, no violence in the club. Wait until he's in the alley, where there's no witnesses.
Mouse (to Vincent): Where the hell is Eep? I thought he was working the door.
Vincent (to Mouse): He is. He probably either took a break or ran to the bathroom. There's no way in hell he'd let Asher through the door. Crap! I'm getting The Look from Delia. I have to get back to the bar. Are you alright?
Mouse (to Vincent): Yeah... I'm fine. As soon as Ripper takes over, I'm going to go check on my husband.
Vincent (to Mouse): Of course, hun.
Lulu (to Vincent): Oh, I just realized where I know him from... He used to come into Pandora's & hang out with Satanica in the VIP area.
Vincent (to Lulu): Oh ewww! Why am I not surprised?
Lulu (to Vincent): Yeah, he's just here for a meeting... with Sasha. Uh oh.
Vincent (to Lulu): Oh. Oh shit. You are KIDDING me.
Lulu (to Vincent): No, that's what he just told me... You don't think he's talking to Sasha about the club, do you?
Vincent (to Lulu): I hope not. Though, I can't image what other kind of meeting they'd be having. Last I knew he worked as a rep for a porn company.
Lulu (to Vincent): Hmmm, I don't know. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Vincent (to Lulu): Me too. I have a wife and child. I'd hate to have to quit.
Twenty minutes later:
Mouse (to Eep): Hey there... How are you?
Eep (to Mouse): Hey. Yeah. I'm fine. What's up?
Mouse (to Eep): Ummm, you're favorite creep is in the bar. I just thought I should come out & check on you.
Eep (to Mouse): What? Really? Fat Christ! What the fuck is he doing here?
Mouse (to Eep): I don't know. I'm sure I can find out from Lulu, she was taking his order & chatting with him when I came out here.
Eep (to Mouse): He's like a fucking rash. Just when you thought you were done, he's back. Whatever. I don't have the energy to waste on him.
Mouse (to Eep): No, you're right... I love you. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Oh! Heh. Well, that's good, cause you're stuck with me. Love you too.
Mouse (to Eep): I should head back in for my next set.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. OK. You alright?
Mouse (to Eep): Now that I know you're okay, I only have to worry about how Vincent is holding up... Merde! I'm glad Poppy's not here.
Eep (to Mouse): I'm not thrilled, but I think I'll survive. Don't worry. I think we've faced worse than fucking Asher lately.
Mouse (to Eep): Heh, true... Can I get a quick hug before I head back in?
Eep (to Mouse): Course. Head in there Madame DJ. Heh. There might be a riot if you don't get in there.
A few minutes later:
Mouse (to Vincent): Hey little brother, can I get a beer on my way to the booth?
Vincent (to Mouse): Here you go, hun. How's Gloomy Gus?
Mouse (to Vincent): He's actually fine. He said Asher wasn't worth the energy. I'm once again impressed about my husband.
Vincent (to Mouse): Well! I have to say that I'm impressed with your beau myself. Especially considering last time Asher was sniffing around, he spent the night hiding in an alley. Lulu said Asher is here for a meeting with Sasha.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh? That sounds weird.
Vincent (to Mouse): Mmm. Those were my thoughts on the matter.
