Ari had said nary a single word to Violet before the show. "Hi", if that. He had no idea who she was but he was told that she'd be playing, so, whatever. This rushed bullshit. He hated it all, but of course contractual obligations. He'd just run off and go to Cancún if he could, but alas...

Ari sighed and rolled over, holding his head and groaning quietly from the pain. Ari thinks about what next to do. Perhaps take a shower and then pick up some fast food if the pizza that they [i]said[/i] would be here [i]right after[/i] the show would ever come. Maybe get shot in the street like a dog a la John Lennon. Hopefully. Where the fuck was his painkillers -- he sat up on the couch, frantically searching around the room for the bottle of painkillers, which weren't there. Shit!...

...Ari sees Violet looking at him. Ari stares at her for a couple of seconds while he pieces together who she was in his mind.

'Oh, um, hi...' Ari mumbles, looking away from Violet and delibrately avoiding eye contact. His voice was somewhat raspy, and did not resemble his singing voice in the slightest. Another person he needed to talk to -- how wonderful.