Make Me Love You:
Public, Part One
Public, Part Two
Private

It is hard to write with a cat on your arm. I apologize for any typos, it is Lux's fault, not mine.

Last night at the club, Louise fell ill and disappeared into the bathroom. And after a time I went to check to make sure she was okay, because I am such a swell person. I found her (or at least, I looked under the stall door and saw her shoes) in the last stall and I stood outside of it for a bit, waiting to see if she was okay. I didn't want to call over to her to see if she was all right, because the bathroom was super crowded and I didn't want to call undue attention to her and her possible barfingness.

So after a minute or two I just left, figuring she was okay because she wasn't making much noise in there.

I went out, danced to two songs, bought a water and sat down. Another song played and then I realized Louise was still AWOL. MIA. Whatever. And, industrial songs average a length of no shorter than 5.30 and often closer to 8-10 minutes, so this was no short span of time. So I was justified, in worrying.

So, being the hell of a gal that I truly am, I went back to find her. She was still in that last stall, I saw her shoes. And the bathroom was a lot less crowded so I figured it was okay to talk to her.

I knocked on the door. She said, "Just a minute."

I said, "Are you okay?"

She didn't answer me, because there were still others in the bathroom and if you knew Louise you'd know that this is not unusual. So I waited until the two girls in there vacated, and then I said, "Louise? Are you okay?"

I could hear her sniffing, and I thought, oh crap, she's thrown up. Bummer.

I wanted her to feel most comfortable with talking to me about her sickyness, so I said, "Loooouiiiiise...we're alone in here..."

She still didn't answer, but again, knowing Louise that isn't terribly unusual, I figured she was waiting to come out of the stall to tell me all about it.

Still, I was concerned and I often think I'm funny, so I said again, "Looooooouiiiiise....we're all alooooone in here..."

I could see she was getting ready to come out of the stall, so I said, "Are you okay?"

And that's when she said, "Are you talking to me?"

And of course, it wasn't Louise.

I froze, and then I said, "Oh my good crap. You are not Louise."

The disembodied voice said, "No."

I said, "I am so sorry. Good crap."

The voice said, "It's okay..." she sounded really, really confused. After a pause, she added, "It's just...I'm not your friend."

I said, "I am so so sorry. I thought..." but everything I could put at the end of that sentence was completely redundant, so I stared at the ceiling and tried to think of something to say to close the pseudo-conversation so that I could leave.

And strangle Louise for not finding me to tell me she was all okay.

But the stall door opened, and it was the bartender, who I happen to know pretty well, and it wasn't quite so embarrassing, but it was still a bit, because I was talking to her, knocking on the door, and hovering just outside while she was trying to take a piss, thank you.

And I hate it when people try to talk to me while I am in the bathroom. That is my private time, leave me to it. I am unable to have a conversation with my pants down, there are two things you do in that kind of situation, with your pants down or off I mean, and talking isn't really a part of either situation, unless it's the kind of talking I'd deck you for if you did it while I was trying to take my bathroom break.

I told Ema, "I thought you were Louise, she was sick and she disappeared and um...sorry."

She was gracious. She said it was okay, and I beat a hasty retreat to leave her to at least washing her hands in peace.

In the end, I found Louise in the bar. She said she tried to find me to tell me all was well but that I was dancing. So in the end, it was my own stupidity, I didn't check the shoes well enough and besides, I need to not be so caring, cause it'll just embarrass me after all, I suppose.

So. I wanted to say hi to all you babies, and so now I have and I will go find sustenance now. See you all around, have some pie for me.

Love love,

-Mlle R