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1: Wilson and the mouse sit at a hotel bar while the bartender, a deer, mixes them drinks.
Eli: Nothing quite like drinking in the middle of the day to really tell you you’re at a con.
2: The two sit close, speaking, smiling.
Wilson: Um… geeze, I’m sorry, you didn’t already tell me your name, did you?
Eli: Haha, it’s Eli.
Wilson: Eli. Right!
How should I… I don’t want to use the wrong pronouns here.
Eli: They, them, are fine.
Wilson: Cool, okay.
3: Their drinks on the bar table. Wilson’s seems to be a chocolate milk based drinks; Eli’s is an orange tropical tea.
Wilson: You don’t really seem the type to hang around with weirdos like us.
Eli: You’re saying I don’t look like a weirdo? How dare you.
Wilson: I’m saying you look like an entirely different type of weirdo.
3: Eli smirks as they speak.
Eli: I’m into lots of things. Not so much in wearing what I’m sure you love to wear… but I have a lot of submissive friends here. All you little guys are very fun to push around and tell what to do.
4: Wilson furrows his brow and looks away.
Wilson: Hah… hah, uh… Yeah, I bet.
Hover text: y’all better tip