Toulouse woke up. He was groggy. He had so much wine last night. He looked around his loft and seen that his paints were everywhere. He gasped at the sheer horror of it. What could have possibly happened here?
Suddenly, he became award of the body lying next to him under the rainbow-stained sheets. He gasped again. He pulled back the sheet slowly. When her face was revealed, he quickly threw the sheet back over her.
Now, he really began to wonder. What was Roxanne doing in bed with him covered from head to toe in HIS paint? His first reflex was to look for his money-purse. He saw it on the floor by the desk that his pitcher and basin rest on. He moved very slowly out of bed, taking particular care not to wake her up. When he reached his purse, he poured the contents into his hand.
Roxanne was awoke from the sound of metal clanking. She gasped. Toulouse jumped like a frightened cat.
"How dare you think that I would take your money?" She yelled at him.
"Mademoiselle Roxanne, I assure you that I meant no offense." He replied apologetically.
"After all of those things you spoke last night." She cried as she quickly reached for a robe to cover her corset. "I guess the wedding is off then." She said with her chin up.
Toulouse was shocked. "Mademoiselle…I-I-I…"he stammered.
"Oh shut up, you fool. I had already told Harold of our plans." She began to cry.
"Oh mademoiselle…" he consoled, "I don't know what to say."
"Say you remember telling me you love me." She said as she pulled a handkerchief away from her face.
"I'm sorry, mademoiselle, I do not."
Roxanne let out a loud cry and ran out of the door slamming it behind her. Toulouse sat on the bed. He was still in a mild state of shock. He looked out of his window and saw Christian and Satine on the street below. Then he saw Roxanne approach them. Toulouse began to panic. What could she be telling them? How could he possibly rectify the situation?
OK. So that's it. Please be gentle.