Chapter 2/Have A Nice Day
"Violet? Violet pick up. Violet? Oh, well I guess your not home, or just not picking up, so call me back." Violet struggled with the lock to answer the phone, and when she finally got in was welcomed by the comforting music of the dial tone. She sighed and dialed the new, non-familiar numbers to Kevin's apartment. Suddenly she needed him. Needed to be with him, needed to hold him, and kiss him, feel his arms around her. "Yes?" "Kevin, hi. Kevin, can you come over, I need to be with you." "Come over? Now? Why?" "Kevin I miss you. Besides, I haven't seen you since the day before yesterday." "Ok, give me a few minutes," he said hanging up the phone. She sat down, and picked up the remote. It had been 4 wonderful months since their kiss in the bar. That kiss had been wonderful. Better then she could even describe. Just the longing to kiss his soft lips, and enclose her arms around his. His short, sweet kisses had taken her in, and owned her that night, like that often did. The only other time that happened was when she was writing. She heard someone at the door and stood to answer it. "Kevin? I'm coming hold on." She opened the door, but it wasn't Kevin on the welcome mat, it was the one and only Rachel. "Rachel, um hi, come in." "Expecting somebody," Rachel asked rudely. "No, well um yes kind of, but it doesn't matter. What brings you here?" "Well I sure didn't come to grace you with my presence. Lil's sick. Some kind of rob and run I heard. The bullet struck her left shoulder." "She was shot? Is she ok," Violet asked in amazement. "Just great," Rachel replied rolling her eyes sarcastically. "She's in intensive care, but they said she should be home in a few weeks." "Weeks? That's terrible!! How's the bar?" "Well that's basically why I came. The old place is still standing, but it's basically trashed, so Cammie and Jessy organized this clean-up thing." "Oh can I help?" "Sure, but you have to come with me to visit Lil first, she's pretty depressed." "Gotcha. Oh, I have to call Kevin first-he's on his way." "It's fine, you can bring your filth with you, he just better not upset Lil." "Upset Lil? Why would I do such a thing," Kevin asked coming behind Rachel. "You wouldn't," Violet said, stepping between the two, explaining the whole thing. She took a few extra minutes to kiss him tenderly, and hug him quickly. "C'mon Jersey, you too can do this later." She pushed past them out the door. They parted, and followed Rachel out the door to her car. As they got in, Violet eyed Rachel quizzically. "Exactly how far away do they have her," she asked as sweetly as possible. "Not far, East Hampton. Don't worry you won't have to sit next to me long Jersey, we're almost there."
They arrived at East Hampton Medical Center less then 10 minutes after Violet had asked Rachel. Lil's room was a tiny private room, with a view of Upper Manhattan. They stepped inside, avoiding each other's eyes. "Jersey!! Hi, I'm so glad you made it." "Lil, you look-great." "Ya right. Jersey quick sugarcoating it, I look like I got hit by a train. So what brings you by?" "You. How are you feeling?" 'Never better," Lil replied sarcastically. "I'm doing better, ready to get out." "That's good." "Lil," Rachel interrupted. "Lil, I'm so sorry we had to bring this filth. He promised not to upset you." "What? Oh I don't mind. Kevin how are you? I like the stud." Kevin blushed and glanced Lil's way. "I'm fine…er, sorry about the riot…" "It's fine, no sweat. Made my night. So Vi how's the music business?" "It's good." They finally got around to the subject of the bar, and brought up Cammie's plan. "Jessy's helping, and hopefully it'll all work out," Rachel was saying to Lil. "Ha. Jessy is such a pain. She'll never replace you Jersey, you always were one of my girls. We don't need a talker, we need somebody to dance on the bar, and sing to break the fights," she said laughing. Violet smiled and laughed thinking of earlier times. "Why not just hire Jersey back full time," Rachel said rudely, fuming. "Now don't get all naked with jealousy Rach. You, Cammie, and Zoe are my originals. If it weren't for you 3 Coyote Ugly might not still be standing…if it still is," she laughed. They laughed nervously, and hugged her, picking up their things to go.
They stepped into the bar, frowning. Violet gasped at the site she automatically saw. Cammie and Zoe were knee-deep in garbage. "Oh thank god," Zoe said laughing. "Hey guys, where's Jessy," Violet asked quizzically. "She bailed." "Ya, something about her third cousin," Cammie added in, in her thick Russian accent. They all rolled their eyes, and went to help. After a few hours of scrubbing and cleaning the place didn't look back. Violet smiled as she and Kevin left the place she still called home.
Back at her place Violet and Kevin lay, exhausted after their long cleaning session. "Violet," Kevin murmured, stroking her head lovingly. Violet loved the way he said her name in his strong Australian accent. She knelt down, and kissed his forehead, allowing herself to fall asleep, him stroking her back the whole time.
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"Violet? Violet pick up. Violet? Oh, well I guess your not home, or just not picking up, so call me back." Violet struggled with the lock to answer the phone, and when she finally got in was welcomed by the comforting music of the dial tone. She sighed and dialed the new, non-familiar numbers to Kevin's apartment. Suddenly she needed him. Needed to be with him, needed to hold him, and kiss him, feel his arms around her. "Yes?" "Kevin, hi. Kevin, can you come over, I need to be with you." "Come over? Now? Why?" "Kevin I miss you. Besides, I haven't seen you since the day before yesterday." "Ok, give me a few minutes," he said hanging up the phone. She sat down, and picked up the remote. It had been 4 wonderful months since their kiss in the bar. That kiss had been wonderful. Better then she could even describe. Just the longing to kiss his soft lips, and enclose her arms around his. His short, sweet kisses had taken her in, and owned her that night, like that often did. The only other time that happened was when she was writing. She heard someone at the door and stood to answer it. "Kevin? I'm coming hold on." She opened the door, but it wasn't Kevin on the welcome mat, it was the one and only Rachel. "Rachel, um hi, come in." "Expecting somebody," Rachel asked rudely. "No, well um yes kind of, but it doesn't matter. What brings you here?" "Well I sure didn't come to grace you with my presence. Lil's sick. Some kind of rob and run I heard. The bullet struck her left shoulder." "She was shot? Is she ok," Violet asked in amazement. "Just great," Rachel replied rolling her eyes sarcastically. "She's in intensive care, but they said she should be home in a few weeks." "Weeks? That's terrible!! How's the bar?" "Well that's basically why I came. The old place is still standing, but it's basically trashed, so Cammie and Jessy organized this clean-up thing." "Oh can I help?" "Sure, but you have to come with me to visit Lil first, she's pretty depressed." "Gotcha. Oh, I have to call Kevin first-he's on his way." "It's fine, you can bring your filth with you, he just better not upset Lil." "Upset Lil? Why would I do such a thing," Kevin asked coming behind Rachel. "You wouldn't," Violet said, stepping between the two, explaining the whole thing. She took a few extra minutes to kiss him tenderly, and hug him quickly. "C'mon Jersey, you too can do this later." She pushed past them out the door. They parted, and followed Rachel out the door to her car. As they got in, Violet eyed Rachel quizzically. "Exactly how far away do they have her," she asked as sweetly as possible. "Not far, East Hampton. Don't worry you won't have to sit next to me long Jersey, we're almost there."
They arrived at East Hampton Medical Center less then 10 minutes after Violet had asked Rachel. Lil's room was a tiny private room, with a view of Upper Manhattan. They stepped inside, avoiding each other's eyes. "Jersey!! Hi, I'm so glad you made it." "Lil, you look-great." "Ya right. Jersey quick sugarcoating it, I look like I got hit by a train. So what brings you by?" "You. How are you feeling?" 'Never better," Lil replied sarcastically. "I'm doing better, ready to get out." "That's good." "Lil," Rachel interrupted. "Lil, I'm so sorry we had to bring this filth. He promised not to upset you." "What? Oh I don't mind. Kevin how are you? I like the stud." Kevin blushed and glanced Lil's way. "I'm fine…er, sorry about the riot…" "It's fine, no sweat. Made my night. So Vi how's the music business?" "It's good." They finally got around to the subject of the bar, and brought up Cammie's plan. "Jessy's helping, and hopefully it'll all work out," Rachel was saying to Lil. "Ha. Jessy is such a pain. She'll never replace you Jersey, you always were one of my girls. We don't need a talker, we need somebody to dance on the bar, and sing to break the fights," she said laughing. Violet smiled and laughed thinking of earlier times. "Why not just hire Jersey back full time," Rachel said rudely, fuming. "Now don't get all naked with jealousy Rach. You, Cammie, and Zoe are my originals. If it weren't for you 3 Coyote Ugly might not still be standing…if it still is," she laughed. They laughed nervously, and hugged her, picking up their things to go.
They stepped into the bar, frowning. Violet gasped at the site she automatically saw. Cammie and Zoe were knee-deep in garbage. "Oh thank god," Zoe said laughing. "Hey guys, where's Jessy," Violet asked quizzically. "She bailed." "Ya, something about her third cousin," Cammie added in, in her thick Russian accent. They all rolled their eyes, and went to help. After a few hours of scrubbing and cleaning the place didn't look back. Violet smiled as she and Kevin left the place she still called home.
Back at her place Violet and Kevin lay, exhausted after their long cleaning session. "Violet," Kevin murmured, stroking her head lovingly. Violet loved the way he said her name in his strong Australian accent. She knelt down, and kissed his forehead, allowing herself to fall asleep, him stroking her back the whole time.
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