Violet sat in her dressing room, ordering the drinks to come to her and Veruca. She sat there waiting for her, thinking about her life. Reflecting while taking a couple of sips of a drink from the tray. The door opened and thinking it was Veruca she turned around. Though there instead stood an exceptionally tall man.
"Look, I don't have drinks with fans okay." Violet said, turning away from him. "Atleast I'm not doing that tonight. Sorry."
"Violet it's me, Mike Teavee. I believe that's one of my radios you have sitting on your table." He laughed, coming over to sit beside her. "I knew this trip would be worth it. I've wanted to find someone from that day for awhile. Plus you're really pretty."
Violet turned back to him, unable to deal with a drunk Mike Teavee. "Why didn't you just get over it? I have." She lied.
"Yes and I'm sure you didn't see Charlie and Augustus in the audience either. Not to mention Veruca sneaking out from backstage earlier." Mike replied, rolling his eyes and steadying himself on the table. "You haven't got over it. None of us have. That's why we're all here. Lets face it, all five of us are alone. Except for maybe you and Veruca, what was she doing back here anyway, because that could have been hot!"
"I don't need anyone. This is what this tattoo stand for and reminds me every day." Violet replied, pointing it out to Mike.
"AWESOME! That's the tattoo I've been looking at getting. That is so cool." Mike traced the design on her arm. "We have something in common after all. What's all this not needing people you're going on about?"
"What do you care? You're getting married, you have a party out there. You don't have to worry about all that." Violet explained.
Mike trailed his fingers down her arm and took her hand in his own. "I don't think I'm even going to get married. I don't want to." Mike gave her hand a squeeze. "So you still feel like you don't need me? I have to say, I'd really enjoy your company."
"Just go back to your friends. Leave me be, I'm meeting someone in here." Violet replied, pulling her hand away after some hesitation. "Besides, you don't know me anymore."
"Don't tell me you're meeting someone for that kind of business? Violet what happened to you?" Mike looked at her with slight shock. He wondered how someone so beautiful and incredible could be so messed up.
"If you've come in here to get your friends some action, don't bother unless you want me to rob them blind." Violet said bluntly.
"Since when did you have faith in nothing? You were the confident champion, out to get everything. Eyes on the prize Violet, eyes on the prize." Mike reminded her, laughing. "What about you're confidence in people? See it just proves my point. We've all changed."
"No you haven't changed. Still thinking you're smarter than everyone else." Violet snapped.
Realising that he was getting nowhere and the alcohol in his system, Mike snapped back. "Well so much for talking to you. How much do I get for 100 huh Violet? Puberty was kind to you, so I'm guessing you're expensive!"
"Shut up, go away and leave me alone." Violet screamed. "Forever."
Mike sighed placing his drink on the table and getting up to leave, but he turned back and looked at Violet. She seemed a little sad. He knew he couldn't come this far just to go back to his friends in defeat, just to go back to being a cynical loner who didn't care. "No, I don't want to. I'm really sorry babe." He walked back over to her, tracing the tattoo on her arm again. "I want you so bad."
She pulled away. "Don't touch me, Mike. Please-"
Before she could continue, Mike pulled her to him. "How about you say what you really feel for once tonight. Don't be a retard." Mike leaned down to kiss her. He just knew it was something he had to do. Violet had a different reaction. She pushed him away just as their lips touched.
"Come on, don't do something you'll regret in the morning." Violet turned away from him.
"What makes you think I'll regret it?" Mike asked. "Please, just one kiss."
"Look, I've seen it before. I've been through it all. The fact is, you're blind drunk and you're getting married and I can't do this, not to you." Violet replied, hoping Mike would leave. "If you want I'll talk to you tomorrow. Just not tonight Mike, okay?
"I'm not like that. I promise. I don't want to get married and now that I've finally found someone so beautiful, who understands me, I know exactely why." Mike confessed, head in his hands. "Come on Vi, don't do this to me."
The fact that he was drunk made Violet want to stick with her original thoughts. Though looking at him, she noticed something different. She had plenty of experience in knowing when a man was using a line on her, Mike seemed to have a lot more sincerity then all of them put together. She pulled his hand away from his face, squeezing it. As Mike leaned down once again, he heard laughing from the doorway. He turned around to come face to face with Veruca.
"Mike Teavee! Look at you, all grown up. So Vi, I see you've ordered. Oooo my favourite." Veruca picked a glass up off the tray, totally oblivious to what she had interrupted. She went over and hugged them both. "I love you guys. You're the only people that could ever know me." There was no need for introduction, everyone knew who everyone was somehow. They all just sat, nursing their drinks and taking each other in. No-one was making any attempt to leave though. It was like there was some kind of comfort in the awkward silence. The fact that all of them were there meant they all felt pretty much the same thing, they just didn't want it to be like a group therapy session.
Charlie and Augustus came in a few minutes later, looking like old buddies and singing a song that had been playing as filler music before the next show. They both fell on the couch provided in Violet's dressing room. "Hey everybody! How's everybody been since the factory? I've been fantastic!" Augustus cried out to the room, seeing as they looked miserable. Charlie burst out laughing for no apparent reason, which broke up the awkward silence and everyone started.
The door opened again. "Veruca, sweetie. We have to go now." Bradley stepped in. "You wanted to be rested for tomorrow don't you honey?"
"Actually no. I want to stay here." Veruca told him. " Violet has yummy drinks. I want to talk to these people. Now shut the door and go away." As she watched him go, she couldn't help but feel good. Being obeyed once again. Something done her way, for once since the factory.
"So you're married huh? What's that like?" Mike asked
"Kind of like falling down a rubbish shoot with the possibility of burning alive." Veruca laughed at the memory. "I can only assume the bachelor party is yours. I wish I had a party like that. Then I would of ran off with somone else."
Violet didn't want to be reminded of Mike getting married. "So what about everyone else. Charlie? Augustus?" She looked around before downing a drink fast.
"Hell no. Travelling too much they'd never keep up with me." Augustus replied, swinging his glass around. "Why would you want to get married? To settle down in one place for a million zillion years. I meet many people on the road."
"I hear you Augustus. I've been busy. Too absorbed with the business nowadays. Haven't really met anyone that didn't want their hands on chocolate or money. The world is too fake." Charlie replied.
"Speak for yourself. Mr. Smile all the time. Now nothing is faker than that stuff." Mike snorted, slipping an arm around Violet. "Don't tell me you don't like a big pair of fake boobs. I mean, look at your date."
"What's wrong with being optimistic?" Augustus replied, loud and drunk. "We're alive, we're in Vegas, we have drinks and we have a heap of drunk girls with big fat fake boobs!"
"Woah, Mike don't toast to that. You're getting married. Your woman will come after you with a nine iron!" Charlie exclaimed looking as Mike and Augustus clinked glasses. "It's probably better you took me away from Paige. She was a maid, which means she was most likely a gold digging whore. She was trying to trap me by being fucking nice and stuff."
"You can't say whore, you're too nice to say those kind of words! Or maybe you're one of the fake people you keep going on about." Veruca asked. "Nah, I'm just kidding. I love all of you. Especially you, Violet. Though it looks like Mike is stealing you away."
"Pretty much. I'm not giving up on this girl." Mike answered. "I'm guessing you learnt your lesson from that day, you're a lot less bitchy."
"Just went from one extreme to the other. From telling what I want and getting it, to not getting what I want and keeping my mouth shut. Though hey, money helps and I get to see the world. Charlie understands that it's all for show. Don't you?" She crawled over to him, resting her head in his lap and smiling. "You don't really think I'm a bitch do you?"
The conversation went on. None had told the full story of their past ten years, but they all wanted to. Everyone was drinking and talking about Vegas, Veruca's concert the next day and other random topics to avoid the subject. Eventually, after everyone passing out where they sat, Violet and Mike were the only two awake.
Mike leaned on Violet, slipping his arm tighter around her. He was tracing her skull tattoo with his finger. For last few hours Violet had let Mike sit with her as she drank and gave her opinion. She pulled away from him as to not make things tense or give Mike any ideas about what he had implied earlier.
"What's wrong? Other than the fact I'm a little taller than you." Mike asked.
"It's funny, you never really used to care about people. You thought we were all retards." Violet laughed at the memory. "Now you're getting married. Then again, you are hitting on me."
"I told you. I don't want to get hitched. I just took what I could get." Mike slipped his arm back around her. "Come on, don't be like that. I'm sorry about what I said before. You know that, and by the sound of things you're used to it. I'm actually glad we met up. I would never use you."
"I can't help it. You know, as stupid as it may sound, since I've only just been reintroduced to you, I feel connected with you." Violet whispered, drunkenly.
"It's pretty obvious that everyone in this room is. It's the only explanation to how we ended up back here." Mike slurred. "I would have thought stuff like this was impossible, until that day. So since this is what fate has dealt me, I wouldn't mind getting with you."
"I have to admit. If our situations were reversed, I'd totally use you. You're very hot Mike Teavee. Since you're not using me, dump your bitch for me." She slipped her arms around Mikes shoulders and kissed him, loving every second of it and not wanting it to end. Afterwards, Violet felt a little tired from the show and all the drinks so she cuddled up to him and fell asleep.