“Soup police.” Now that I was safely in the room, I pumped my fist and let out an excited yell.
“Let me guess: she said no?” Violet asked.
I flipped her off while continuing to jump around, letting all the nervous energy wiggle out of my arms and legs.
“Seriously though, why are you shirtless?”
“I already told you. Soup police.”
“That’s not evencloseto an explanation.”
“She said yes!” I did a belly flop onto the bed, causing Violet to bounce up and down. “I asked her out and she said yes! Can you believe it?”
“Icanbelieve it, because I spent the last hour telling you to do it. You’re welcome.”
I rolled over, grabbed her calf, and gave it a kiss. “You’re my favorite lesbian, you know that?”
“I thought Brandi Carlile was.”
“You’ve passed her,” I insisted. “You’re now number one, Brandi Carlile is number two, and Tegan and Sara are number three. And yes, they count as one.”
“Damn. You really have a crush on this girl. I bet you’ve been writing her name over and over in your diary.”
“I don’t have a diary, but I might buy one just to do that.” I pulled out my phone and hit play on my Good Mood Spotify playlist.
“I was trying to relax,” Violet complained.
I jumped out of bed and started dancing to the music. “Come on. Celebrate with me for a few minutes, then you can go back to being a grumpy dyke.”
There was a knock at the door. I danced my way over and opened it, and Cash stepped inside.
“Sure, come on in,” Violet said sarcastically. “It’s not like I was looking forward to the privacy of my own hotel room while we were here.”
“I wanted to talk to you guys about…” Cash trailed off with a frown. “What are we celebrating? And why are you shirtless?”
“Soup!” I sang in tune with the music playing from my phone. “Soup, soup, souuuuuuuup!”
Cash turned to me. We shared a look that we often did when we felt like the parents of the energetic toddler that Milo often was.
“I’m not celebrating anything,” Violet explained. “But Milo is hyper because he finally sacked up and asked Roxie out on an official date.”
“Oh. Shit, really?”
“Not an official date,” I clarified. “Just a date. A normal date. It’s not a big deal.”
“Clearly not a big deal, which is why he’s dancing around like he just won American Idol,” Violet muttered.
“Congrats, dude,” Cash said. “You just asked her?”
“Yep! Five minutes ago.”
“What did you want to talk to us about?” Violet asked. “I’d like to get back to enjoying somepeace and quiet, if you don’t mind stating your business and then dragging Milo out with you.”
“Um.” Cash rubbed the back of his neck the way he always did when he was nervous. “It can wait, I think.”
I stopped dancing. “Is it something bad?”
Violet was smirking like she knew what he was going to say. “I suspect that it’s bad for you, but good for Cash.”
