The phone rings and Vincent picks it up on the third ring, without even a hello, Poppy starts in, "Now, don't freak out, honey, but the biggest party of our life may be ruined."
Vincent rubs the sleep from his eyes, "OK. Not freaking out. Yet. What's up?"
"Well, honey, the DJ for the New Year's Eve party has gone into rehab... They're looking for a new one. Know anyone?"
Vincent's sister, Mouse, springs to mind, "I do. She's very good & very reasonable. Though you may not like my suggestion."
"Really, honey? It pays well, they'd get a hotel room... The theme is a 1930's Speakeasy, do you think they could do it?"
"Sweetie, let me call her and find out, meet me on chatter in 15 minutes."
"Okay, honey. Thank you! If you pull this off, I will owe you big time." The call ends & Vincent immediately texts Mouse: "Hey, Poppy needs a DJ for a 1930's themed party. Wut do U think?"
"Really? Ummm, that all sounds great but what's the catch? When is it? Why ask me?"
"Ms Poppy asked me if I knew any gd DJs who could do a speakeasy-themed NYE party. I do. ;-}"
"Well, I could definitely deejay an event like that. It's just a little intimidating..."
"Wut's that, sister dear? Hiding from a few thousand ppl rather than a few hundred? ;}"
"A few thousand? I think I'm gonna be sick..."
Mouse turns to Eep, who's sitting at her kitchen table, "How do you feel about spending NYE in East Piedmont? Apparently, I could get a gig, thanks to Poppy & Vincent."
"Wow. That sounds kinda awesome, but East Piedmont during New Year's? Fuck! I don't know if I could handle all those people. I might have to hide behind you all night."
"I have to admit, I'm a little bit scared to say yes, it's been quite awhile since I deejayed there. But, if you're willing to go."
"Well, we could make a game out of it: see how many people we can avoid talking to in the course of one evening. Or we could drink until we don't give a shit on Poppy’s dime. Um, I wouldn't mind going on vacation with you again, WITHOUT the whole "running from death" thing."
Mouse grins at her boyfriend, "Oh well, you make several very valid points plus, I like the idea of staying a hotel with you in East Piedmont."
Eep blushes slightly, "Um. Yes. That... Uh... That kinda might have had something to do with me agreeing to go."
Mouse texts her brother: "Alright, I'm in."
"Wonderful, get on Chatter."
TerminalVincent: Ur new DJ: Mouse, will be joining us shortly. I'll let U ladies hash out the details. Try not 2 kill each other, k?
mopeybloomers: Do you really want Mouse to deejay at this party? Won't it get in the way of our "plans"?
TerminalVincent: Darling, she'll B behind the booth all nite. This leaves plenty of "us" time.
mopeybloomers: That's true... Will she bring Eep?
TerminalVincent: Prolly. They're joined @ the hip lately.
mopeybloomers: Oh really? Can we use that to our advantage?
TerminalVincent: I'd B ashamed of us if we didn't.
The alert announcing that mousethedj has logged onto Chatter on both of their computers.
mopeybloomers: So, interested in deejaying a 1930s NYE party in East Piedmont? You get paid, a hotel room & travel.
mousethedj: Yes, Vincent told me. I'll do it... but, why me?
mopeybloomers: Thank you, honey, you won't regret it. This was supposed to be our biggest theme party of the year & we can't do it without a DJ. I'm just glad that Vincent suggested you.
mousethedj: Ok, well just shoot me an email with the details & I'll be there. Talk to you later! [logs off]
mopeybloomers: No, I'm not jealous of Mouse. Really... And I'll tell you why I'm jealous. Because I am *not* jealous.
TerminalVincent: Wut could U have 2 B jealous of, sweetness? U R perfection squared.
mopeybloomers: Oh, it just seems like she always gets the hottest boys attention & she doesn't even try. I mean, look at how she dresses.
TerminalVincent: Now, now. U say that as if U don't get any attention of yr own. I kno I have a hard time taking my eyes off U.
mopeybloomers: Oh, so suddenly you're the president of things that make sense?
TerminalVincent: God no! Heaven forbid I ever B accused of something as horrible as making sense. ;} I just don't think U have a thing 2 B jealous of, dearest.
mopeybloomers: Well, I apologize, I've been a little stressed about the party. My bosses have me helping to coordinate it.
TerminalVincent: No worries. U kno I can't stay mad @ U. Trbl in the workforce?
mopeybloomers: Don't you worry your pretty little head about it. Just silly work stuff.
TerminalVincent: If U need a sympathetic ear, or a smooth, pale shoulder 2 cry on, or any OTHER part of my anatomy, I'm here 4 U.
mopeybloomers: That is a very tempting offer...
TerminalVincent: I'm a tempting guy.
