Toulouse was cleaning up that huge, colorful mess when he stumbled across a painting. At first, he just set it aside, but then he took a second look. This was a new painting. Upon closer inspection, he realized that this was not just a new painting, but a painting of Roxanne.
She looked different somehow. She seemed almost beautiful. Toulouse then realized that he had captured her true inner essence. His first instincts as an artist incited his excitement. This was totally idealistic of the Bohemian theology. As the adrenaline wore off, he took yet a closer look. He was surprised to see Roxanne in an almost glamorous way. He had never thought much of her looks, but certainly this painting shows how beautiful she really is.
Then he remembered that morning, as she ran out of them room crying, and he began to get angry with himself. How could he let her leave so upset? He decided that he must see her.
As he walked down the street in the direction of the Moulin Rouge, he saw a street vendor selling flowers. He thought to himself,"I bet my diamond would like those flowers."
He stopped. Did he just say HIS diamond? Then, he just shrugged it off and bought a large bouquet of tulips. He continued on. Being that it was broad day, he knew that the diamonds would not be performing now, more likely rehearsing, but he may get a chance to speak to Roxanne alone.
When he entered the Moulin Rouge, the first that he saw was Marie talking to the dwarf. They seemed to be discussing some kind of mishap involving a customer and Satine's perch. But Toulouse was not interested in any naughty gossip. He ran to them with haste.
"Madame Marie," he asked gasping for breath. "Where might I find the fair Roxanne?"
At first they looked stunned, then they looked at each other and began laughing boisterously. The chair that the dwarf was standing on fell over.
"Ladies, I assure you this is no laughing matter!!" he exclaimed in a shocking tone. "I need to discuss something of urgency with Lady Roxanne."
Once again, they stared at him blankly. In unison, they burst into more laughter.
"LADIES!?!"
Marie's chuckling slowed enough for her to muster a sentence.
"She's at the bar," she said pointing.
Marie was correct. Roxanne was indeed at the bar, and she was not alone. She was sitting on the lap of a dirty, burly man who was missing some teeth. She was running her fingers through his beard.
He approached her. "Mademoiselle, please I must speak with you."
Roxanne looked up. For a minute, she was taken aback. "Go away, you toad. Can't you see I am with my...cousin?"
"Please mademoiselle," he exclaimed as he handed her the bouquet. "I brought these for you."
"For me," she asked.
"Yes, mademoiselle, may we speak alone?"
Roxanne hopped out the man's lap and approached Toulouse. She accepted the flowers and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"Meet me at the top of the elephant tonight after closing."

OK. I am open for suggestions. I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this one.