The best way to start the day is with a pounding headache.
Not.
Amongst the many regrets Violet had in life, spontaneously getting 'pissed' last night was one of them. Putting it bluntly, she felt rough. As her eyes fluttered open, she was presented with the face of a half naked Tory.
"Wow sometimes the living are more haunting than the dead."
"Fuck off Julian."
And with that he left, gracing her with his presence and then immediately leaving. Violet went back to sleep, she wasn't quite ready to start her day yet, and with any luck, she'd wouldn't feel as drained as she did just now.
Flashes of last night appeared in her dreams. Crunches of the gravel outside and a car pulling up caused her to pause her conversation with Kitty and walk up to the window. She went downstairs to see what was going on and realised they were drunk so she pours herself a drink. Then there was Julian trying to ween her off of the beers and go for a more daring drink.
"Ouch" Violet groans, the throbbing ache in her head somehow getting worse. Oh, that's because she just hit her head on whatever is above her. She slowly shuffles out from what she was under and sees a naked man laying across the chaise longue.
"What the hell-"
"It's time to go, come on." a weak voice said from behind her and she was surprised she even heard him.
"Mike?" Violet mumbled, squinting her eyes as she looked at him.
"Violet? Why are you down here?" he struggled to speak, mirroring her squinting eyes as he looked down at her bemusedly.
"I don't know I just woke up here... why is your voice like that?" she had only just fully registered the low volume he was speaking at.
"Throat bass," he regretfully replies, rubbing his throat as if to soothe it.
Everyone at Button House was going crazy for the bass music, Violet jumping up and down with Alison and giggling along.
"Oh yeah, that was pretty cool!"
"Thanks, but why are you down here?"
"Can somebody help me find Violet? She hasn't come to bed for our sleepover yet,"
"Kitty I'm sure she'll be up there soon..."
"No we must find her!"
"Blasphemy! Why does she lie on the ground near a naked man?"
"She not deads is she?"
"Violet wake up, wake up, WAKE UP!"
"Kitty you can rearrange your sleepover for another day, the girl is dead to the world right now."
"She not actually dead is she?"
Someone pokes Violet's face.
"Well we'd have known by now if she was dead wouldn't we, we would have seen her standing next to her body."
Murmurs of agreement.
"Right well I'm off to bed then,"
"Me too"
"Night"
"Good night,"
Cheeky gits, she thought.
"Anyways Violet we've got someone coming over, a wedding planner, and we need your help tidying so please get up," Mike once again struggled to speak.
"Ok, ok I'm getting up now."
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wings | bbc ghosts
Fanfiction"I am the very model of a modern Major-general-" "Will you give it a rest?!?" Violet Goodall miraculously arrives at Button House, much to the dismay of the ghosts that live there. But hey, it's the only place she's got. Running away from her past...
