Dangerous Kiss (Dangerous Noise 1)

My fingers are awfully cooperative most of the time. If they refuse to tell Violet to fuck off, fine. Violet and I can be friends.

Ethan: You okay at home?

Violet: I'll be away soon enough.

Ethan: You talk to your parents?

Violet: A little. I should pack. Anything I need to keep in mind?

Ethan: It will be cold in Portland, Seattle, and Chicago. Rainy too.

Violet: Thanks. I'm not planning on doing much sightseeing.

Ethan: Fuck that. I'll show you around.

Violet: Maybe.

Ethan: It's been a long time. I'm not holding shit against you. The two of us can be friends.

Violet: We can?

Ethan: If you stop undressing me with your eyes.

Violet: Stop wearing tight t-shirts and jeans and we'll talk. And eyeliner—don't even think about wearing eyeliner.

Ethan: You described my stage getup.

Violet: Did I?

Ethan: You know you did.

Violet: I described your old stage getup. How should I know what you wear now? A lot of other things have changed. You could have grown out of eyeliner.

Ethan: Grown out of it?

Violet: Yeah.

Ethan: Cause it's for kids or some shit?

Violet: That's not what I meant.

Ethan: You always jumped me when I was wearing eyeliner.

Violet: Maybe.

Ethan: You really think you can sell this story about how it's something I'd grow out of?

Violet: I looked hot when I wore a hot pink bra under my seethrough top. It was still a phase I grew out of.

Ethan: Sorry I missed that.

Violet: I was 15, you perv!

Ethan: We're the same age.

Violet: Technicalities.

Ethan: You think I look hot in eyeliner.