Wait until the music's over

36. Rum, bowler hats and chocolate bars (Pt. 1)

"Hey, wait, wait a minute, hold on!" I've let her in less than two minutes ago and I'm already regretting it.

I had barely unlocked the door when Violet started throwing up a river of senseless words on me, following me as I walked into the kitchen, placed the rum bottle on the table and took a couple of glasses for us both. I feel we're gonna need them.

"What's wrong?"

"I didn't understand a single shit of what you said. Eddie, Melanie, acids, bleach, Meg.. what the fuck are you talking about?"

"Umph, ok..." Violet snorts and sits down, I do the same just in front of her, open the bottle and fill our glasses.

"Say it again, all over, from the start. And slowly" and with a logical sense, it'd be appreciated.

"You and Meg have to be back together" Violet says and downs the content of her glass in a gulp.

"Huh?"

"Are you deaf? You gotta go back to Meg, and quickly" the girl doesn't waste any time, takes the bottle and pours some more rum into her glass, whereas mine remains still untouched "Don't you have ice?"

"What? Why should I?"

"Because yes. So, what about this ice?" she insists sounding annoyed, while she takes off her jacket and hangs it on the back of the chair.

"If there's still some it's in the fridge, suit yourself and take it" I answer pointing behind her back and finally sipping my liquor.

"Tsk, you're a terrible host, you know" I laugh as the little princess stands up complaining and walks up to the fridge to rummage into the icebox.

"I know and I'm proud of that! Anyway, could you elaborate a little more? Why should I be with Meg again? And, most of all, why do you care?"

"Because you're still in love with her and she is with you" she shrugs as if it was nothing and comes back to sit at the table with her ice trophy.

I'm puzzled for a while, as I think about the absurdity of the whole situation: Violet, who basically never gave a fuck about me and probably told me four sentences overall since I know her, now bursting into my apartment and giving me love advice.

"How the hell do you know?"

"I know, everybody knows, it's evident"

"Everybody?" I repeat, still unable to understand where she's getting at with this, and refill my glass "Did something happen with Mel? Did she talk to you?"

"Melanie didn't tell me anything, and probably has no suspects, so she's not included in everybody. But she should know!"

"The reason why you give a fuck still eludes me"

"Because Melanie is a friend of mine and she deserves to be happy"

For a moment I feel like shit, only for a moment, a long one though. It's no mistery that Mel was, at least at the beginning, a sort of fallback after the end of the... thing with Meg. But time has passed since then and we developed some kind of connection. We're doing great together. Sure, sometimes she's so clingy that I feel suffocating and I've got the feeling her making me feel constantly inadequate is a set purpose to bring me to change, a plan which is meant to fail miserably. And we have very little in common, she says she likes how I play, is always coming to my shows and follows me when I go to concerts, but she almost doesn't know anything about music, I saw her record collection and it's almost all crap; she hats my job at the pizza place and keeps saying I should find myself a "cleaner" occupation, she doesn't like the way I dress, she doesn't like my car and criticizes my driving style, she doesn't like my hair, my habits, my apartment, she's been here only once then never set foot here again. So what the fuck is she with me for? But after all, we're doing great together.