Living Happily After

46: A mess has arrived

"What are you doing at this doorstep?" Emma opened the door, seeing a drunk woman.

"Wha-oops.........I'm sorry. Ughhhhh, damn it, I screwed upppp, my brothers are doomed...." Bianca slurred.

Emma didn't know what to do. "Uhh, where's your house, are you from around here?" She asked.

"Nope, I'm from the Gardarik Empire." Bianca said.

'Is she after me? Did Jones put her up to this?' Emma thought, she looked at her, 'She looks older than me, and she doesn't seem like a person who would join Jones' crew, though a lot of the gang were forced.'

Bianca muttered, trying to stand up straight but failing when she tripped on....something and fell face first. She groaned.

"Are you alright?" Emma asked.

Bianca groaned again, "You can leave me here now, the floor is nice and comfy....."

Emma chuckled slightly at the sight, then she sighed on what she going to do.

"What's your name?" Emma asked.

"..Colin." Bianca scoffed, "Just call me Colin."

"...Okay. Colin, I'm Emma, would you like to come in, I could ask the owner of this place to let you sleep overnight at the couch." Emma said, letting her grab her hand.

"...okay, as long as they're not going to pull a punch or slap or anything on me..." 'Colin' muttered, taking Emma's hand.

Emma chuckled, "It seems unlikely, I don't think Violet is capable of doing so."

"Why?"

"You'll find out, but for now, please go inside and sit down behavely, I don't want to cause a mess." Emma said, commandingly.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it." Colin answered, walking inside and sitting down on the couch.

"Wait here and I'll go call Violet." Emma said.

Colin nodded.

'This placed looks so modest, they must be rich if the person's ex-military. I guess this Violet is a sister...or mother of the Bougainvillea...I don't know.....' Colin thought.

Then 'Colin' heard a voice that spoke, quite obviously it was towards her.

"Colin?"

Having heard her quoted nickname, she quickly stood up, almost falling in the process.

"T'is I, Colin, umm, Violet- uhh, I mean...errr Miss?"

'What the fu- am I saying...am I allowed to curse? ....fudge, I'm a damn idiot, I'm thinking this in my head! What the fudge is a fudge? Am I being censored by my own brain?!'

She slurred confidently...but her mind is opposite.

Violet smiled a bit. "Call me Violet, it's fine, if it's alright, can I call you Colin, do you have a last name I could call you by?"

'Damn, I knew it, this Violet person is rich, she even talks like one.' Colin thought.

"I don't have a last name." She said ever so bluntly. "You can call me Colin, it's fine."

Violet frowned slightly, "Alright then, then before you can sleep over at the guest room, do you mind if I talk to you for a little bit?"

"Huh? Yeah, of course. I am intruding your home." Colin replied, sitting calmly back down.

Violet nodded, before she walked over to Colin, she faced Emma.

"Emma, you can go ahead and head home." Violet said, softly. "Gilbert's going to be home in a while anyway."

Emma glanced slightly at Colin before she nodded. "Okay then, take care. I'll see you tomorrow." She bowed slightly.

"Yes, I will. Thank you, I'll see you tomorrow." Violet replied.

Then, Emma headed to the door, then left.

Violet walked towards Colin and sat beside her on the 3-seated couch.

"Oh wait, would you like some tea?" Violet asked, standing up, heading towards the kitchen.

"Okay, thank you." Colin answered.

While Violet was busy making tea, before Violet could start a conversation, Colin intercepted with a serious face as well as an alarming question. Or two.

"Are you a secret mistress of Gilbert Bougainvillea? And is your child his?"