Ripper (to Lulu): Could you please stop happy dancing all over the booth? You've almost stepped on my toe four times.
Lulu (to Ripper): Ye gods, I'm sorry. I just can't believe I get to deejay again tonight. I'm just so excited!
Vincent (to Lulu & Ripper): You two need anything to drink?
Ripper (to Vincent): Something that will make her stop hip-checking me, maybe?
Vincent (to Ripper): Well, I don't think we have a ball and chain behind the bar, but I can check.
Lulu (to Vincent): Ye gods, why is he such a whiny beyotch? (to Ripper) You are just too, too pretty. Too pretty.
Ripper (to Lulu): Don't touch me! You spin first. I'm getting out of here.
Lulu (to Ripper): Heehee, I win! :-P
Ripper (to Vincent): Dear god... She has been so unbearable since she started hanging out with Wanda & Percy all the time.
Vincent (to Ripper): Mmm. If memory serves, you found her unbearable before. Here. Drink this.
Ripper (to Vincent): Heh. Thank you... So, is everything alright with you, Captain? You've seemed a little down.
Vincent (to Ripper): Heh. Normally, I'd lie and insist all is well, but I'm too tired. It's been a rough couple of days.
Ripper (to Vincent): Anything you want to talk about or is this something for another time?
Vincent (to Ripper): Thanks, Jacob, but I should probably save it for another time. Heh. No one wants to see me moping all over the bar. Again.
Ripper (to Vincent): Okay, well you know where I am, if you want to talk.
Vincent (to Ripper): Thank you. I do appreciate it. So, not to change the subject, but I'm totes changing the subject. How was my Little Man the other night? I'm sorry we unexpectedly dumped him on you and Robert.
Ripper (to Vincent): He was fine. He's a pretty good little baby.
Vincent (to Ripper): Hee hee. He is. Which, of course, means he's going to be a terror once he's able to walk and talk.
Ripper (to Vincent): Heh. Lucky you... I should go relieve the Spazz Queen.
Vincent (to Ripper): Heh. God's speed, Professor.
A short time later:
Vincent (to Lulu): You look like the cat that ate the canary, hun. Do you want anything to drink? Oh. I'm preemptively banning you from anything with caffeine, by the by.
Lulu (to Vincent): Oh? You are no fun, at all, munchkin.
Vincent (to Lulu): I don't think the club could stand the collateral damage of you on a caffeine high, hun.
Lulu (to Vincent): Fine. Can I just have a dirty martini? Oh. Can you hand me my notebook? It's sitting under the register.
Vincent (to Lulu): One martini and one notebook. Writing the great American novel?
Lulu (to Vincent): Thank you. No, nothing like a novel. It's just, um, math stuff.
Vincent (to Lulu): No need to look so disconcerted, hun. Percy mentioned you were a bit of a brain. Well, more than a bit would be my guess.
Lulu (to Vincent): Oh, damn that Percy... It's a good thing that he's such a good kisser and other-- oh, sorry.
Vincent (to Lulu): Yes, yes. I've heard it all before. Don't worry. You're secret's safe with me. Besides, who'd believe me if I told them? :-P
Lulu (to Vincent): It's not really a secret, munchkin. I just don't like being treated like a freak. I'm just working on a mathematical puzzle that Percy gave me. It's been causing brain hurt. The only way it would work is, if wormholes on earth actually existed.
Vincent (to Lulu): Heh. Sell it someplace else, sister. Yes, I'm sure you don't want to be treated like a freak. But I don't for one second believe it's not a secret. You're too careful not to expose yourself for me to think otherwise. Intellectually, at least. Those pants are slipping dangerously low, by the by.
Lulu (to Vincent): Do you want to make some money tonight or not? :-P
Vincent (to Lulu): Heh. Fair enough. I can't exactly wag fingers. It's not as though I'm historically known for my modesty.
Lulu (to Vincent): ... You seem upset, short round. What's wrong with you? Did your wife find your boy porn? :-P
Vincent (to Lulu): Awww, you say that as though my wife didn't know about my boy porn. Heh. But you're right. I'm a bit of a humbug tonight.
Lulu (to Vincent): Oh well, buck up, little camper. There's a very pretty lady at the end of the bar that's been trying to get your attention.
Vincent (to Lulu): Oh? Time to get the game face on, then. Holler if you need anything.
Poppy (to Vincent): Hi there, sexy husband of mine. I can't stay long, but I just wanted to check on you.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh! Hee hee. So YOU'RE the pretty lady trying to get my attention. Hello, lover. This is a pleasant surprise.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh well, I don't know if I should be complimented or insulted, honey. :-P Victor was being a bit colic-y & I thought I'd come see you. Jules is holding him so I could run in.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, you're the only one whose attention I want. I'm doing well enough, hun. I appreciate you checking up on me. Can I steal a kiss from you before you go?
Poppy (to Vincent): You can steal anything you want from me, lover. But, seriously, are you doing okay? You left for work in such a mood.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm sorry, hun. I'm having a bit of trouble shaking off the other night. Which, of course, was Hiiri's point. Every time I think I couldn't hate that monstrosity any more... Don't worry. I'll have myself sorted soon enough.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, come here for a second, honey... Well, it's probably going to be more like a minute or ten. ;-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. With pleasure.
Lulu (to Ripper): Ye gods, I'm sorry. I just can't believe I get to deejay again tonight. I'm just so excited!
Vincent (to Lulu & Ripper): You two need anything to drink?
Ripper (to Vincent): Something that will make her stop hip-checking me, maybe?
Vincent (to Ripper): Well, I don't think we have a ball and chain behind the bar, but I can check.
Lulu (to Vincent): Ye gods, why is he such a whiny beyotch? (to Ripper) You are just too, too pretty. Too pretty.
Ripper (to Lulu): Don't touch me! You spin first. I'm getting out of here.
Lulu (to Ripper): Heehee, I win! :-P
Ripper (to Vincent): Dear god... She has been so unbearable since she started hanging out with Wanda & Percy all the time.
Vincent (to Ripper): Mmm. If memory serves, you found her unbearable before. Here. Drink this.
Ripper (to Vincent): Heh. Thank you... So, is everything alright with you, Captain? You've seemed a little down.
Vincent (to Ripper): Heh. Normally, I'd lie and insist all is well, but I'm too tired. It's been a rough couple of days.
Ripper (to Vincent): Anything you want to talk about or is this something for another time?
Vincent (to Ripper): Thanks, Jacob, but I should probably save it for another time. Heh. No one wants to see me moping all over the bar. Again.
Ripper (to Vincent): Okay, well you know where I am, if you want to talk.
Vincent (to Ripper): Thank you. I do appreciate it. So, not to change the subject, but I'm totes changing the subject. How was my Little Man the other night? I'm sorry we unexpectedly dumped him on you and Robert.
Ripper (to Vincent): He was fine. He's a pretty good little baby.
Vincent (to Ripper): Hee hee. He is. Which, of course, means he's going to be a terror once he's able to walk and talk.
Ripper (to Vincent): Heh. Lucky you... I should go relieve the Spazz Queen.
Vincent (to Ripper): Heh. God's speed, Professor.
A short time later:
Vincent (to Lulu): You look like the cat that ate the canary, hun. Do you want anything to drink? Oh. I'm preemptively banning you from anything with caffeine, by the by.
Lulu (to Vincent): Oh? You are no fun, at all, munchkin.
Vincent (to Lulu): I don't think the club could stand the collateral damage of you on a caffeine high, hun.
Lulu (to Vincent): Fine. Can I just have a dirty martini? Oh. Can you hand me my notebook? It's sitting under the register.
Vincent (to Lulu): One martini and one notebook. Writing the great American novel?
Lulu (to Vincent): Thank you. No, nothing like a novel. It's just, um, math stuff.
Vincent (to Lulu): No need to look so disconcerted, hun. Percy mentioned you were a bit of a brain. Well, more than a bit would be my guess.
Lulu (to Vincent): Oh, damn that Percy... It's a good thing that he's such a good kisser and other-- oh, sorry.
Vincent (to Lulu): Yes, yes. I've heard it all before. Don't worry. You're secret's safe with me. Besides, who'd believe me if I told them? :-P
Lulu (to Vincent): It's not really a secret, munchkin. I just don't like being treated like a freak. I'm just working on a mathematical puzzle that Percy gave me. It's been causing brain hurt. The only way it would work is, if wormholes on earth actually existed.
Vincent (to Lulu): Heh. Sell it someplace else, sister. Yes, I'm sure you don't want to be treated like a freak. But I don't for one second believe it's not a secret. You're too careful not to expose yourself for me to think otherwise. Intellectually, at least. Those pants are slipping dangerously low, by the by.
Lulu (to Vincent): Do you want to make some money tonight or not? :-P
Vincent (to Lulu): Heh. Fair enough. I can't exactly wag fingers. It's not as though I'm historically known for my modesty.
Lulu (to Vincent): ... You seem upset, short round. What's wrong with you? Did your wife find your boy porn? :-P
Vincent (to Lulu): Awww, you say that as though my wife didn't know about my boy porn. Heh. But you're right. I'm a bit of a humbug tonight.
Lulu (to Vincent): Oh well, buck up, little camper. There's a very pretty lady at the end of the bar that's been trying to get your attention.
Vincent (to Lulu): Oh? Time to get the game face on, then. Holler if you need anything.
Poppy (to Vincent): Hi there, sexy husband of mine. I can't stay long, but I just wanted to check on you.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh! Hee hee. So YOU'RE the pretty lady trying to get my attention. Hello, lover. This is a pleasant surprise.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh well, I don't know if I should be complimented or insulted, honey. :-P Victor was being a bit colic-y & I thought I'd come see you. Jules is holding him so I could run in.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, you're the only one whose attention I want. I'm doing well enough, hun. I appreciate you checking up on me. Can I steal a kiss from you before you go?
Poppy (to Vincent): You can steal anything you want from me, lover. But, seriously, are you doing okay? You left for work in such a mood.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm sorry, hun. I'm having a bit of trouble shaking off the other night. Which, of course, was Hiiri's point. Every time I think I couldn't hate that monstrosity any more... Don't worry. I'll have myself sorted soon enough.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, come here for a second, honey... Well, it's probably going to be more like a minute or ten. ;-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. With pleasure.
