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Just Don't Wanna Talk Right.
HELP: When you read fic, you will see, I need music…I have some…I just can't find the right music. So suggestions would be great!
Dedication to alllllllllllllllll my reviewers ya'll are wonderfullllllllll. How wonderful life is now I have reviwersssssssssssssss!!!!! Sorry I'm a little…not right in the head. It's the heat I tells ya, the heat!!
A small shriek erupted through her. She latched onto Christian as he held her close to protect her from the darkness. The noise of chatter sounded in the hall, as everyone only saw darkness. The poet lead the precious gem of the club to everyone else, using sound as his guide.
"What happened?" He asked the person he felt the person in front of him.
"I knew you'd come around, Shakespeare." A familiar laughing cackle said. Christian yanked his hand a way quickly and mumbled his apologies.
"Oww! What the bloody…" Nini grabbed her foot admisted the darkness.
"Oh, I'm sorry Nini…didn't see you there." Satine smirked to herself, not meaning a word. She carefully led Christian to another person, as she her self held her hand out. Each step as careful as the other. Right. Left. Right. Lef--. Her foot caught and she tripped, before she hit the ground, Christian caught her.
"Thank you, my dear poet." He smiled charmingly to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned up to kiss him.
A loud 'ah-HAH!' as a flash of light sparked through the Moulin Rouge. Standing next to the flame was none other then the Narcoleptic Argentinean. The lovers having not a chance to kiss looked towards him, along with everyone else.
"In the Brothels of Buena's Aries!…" His voice boomed so even more attention was drawn to him. A hush went of the crowd as everyone looked on.
"We had no electricity." He shrugged, and went over to get a shot of absinthe.
The crowds stare lingered over the piece of well semi-useful information. The awkward silence soon broke as everyone separated into different things. The Boho's were having a drinking contest, The Dogs were making up rumors and gossiping. The various stage crew who were there to work on the stage, well they were doing what they were paid to do. Build the stage.
The Lovers however, they were sitting in silence.
"This….this is boring." Christian said finally.
"Thanks, I know I'm wonderful company." Satine said with a mock glare.
"I didn't say the company was bad, I just said that we aren't doing anything. I'm bored." Christian said as he tapped his foot to an imaginary beat.
"Well then, entertain me." Satine said in her most polished voice.
"Me? I'm the bored one. Entertain me." He said in an also regal voice with a snotty wave of his hand. A glint in her eye spark as a slow smile spread across her face.
"I have an idea!" She giggled as she jumped slightly.
"Well this is never good." Christian said with a smile.
"Hey!" She swatted him in the arm.
"Continue.." He faked yawn. "I'm growing ever so weary."
Choosing to ignore the comment she continued to slightly bounce.
"Let's have a contest!"
"A. contest? What kind" He was intrigued. Very intrigued.
"Well. a poetry contest. No. a music contest. We both have to write a song with music and then we'll each perform it in front of everyone. And they vote who wins." She bit her lip in excitement.
"Well, what do I get when I win?" He said with a sly smile.
"Funny, you'd be surprised that I have many…talents."
"Oh I know you have many talents." Satine's jaw dropped.
"I can't believe I am hearing this..My poor woman ears." She clamped her hands over her ears. Christian smiled and slowly took her right hand in his, putting his left on her waste she had no choice but to put her left on his shoulder. They began to slowly waltz. They both danced in silence, to gather their thoughts. Christian lifted their joined hands so he could spin her. When Satine's body came back to his, he leaned in.
"I do believe we have a competition." Satine gave a small yelp of 'yay!'.
They detached from one another, and left met right as the shook hands on their wager. When the short good luck kiss was exchanged they both turned on there heals away from each other. The Diamond to the Dogs. The Poet to the Bohemians.
HELP: When you read fic, you will see, I need music…I have some…I just can't find the right music. So suggestions would be great!
Dedication to alllllllllllllllll my reviewers ya'll are wonderfullllllllll. How wonderful life is now I have reviwersssssssssssssss!!!!! Sorry I'm a little…not right in the head. It's the heat I tells ya, the heat!!
A small shriek erupted through her. She latched onto Christian as he held her close to protect her from the darkness. The noise of chatter sounded in the hall, as everyone only saw darkness. The poet lead the precious gem of the club to everyone else, using sound as his guide.
"What happened?" He asked the person he felt the person in front of him.
"I knew you'd come around, Shakespeare." A familiar laughing cackle said. Christian yanked his hand a way quickly and mumbled his apologies.
"Oww! What the bloody…" Nini grabbed her foot admisted the darkness.
"Oh, I'm sorry Nini…didn't see you there." Satine smirked to herself, not meaning a word. She carefully led Christian to another person, as she her self held her hand out. Each step as careful as the other. Right. Left. Right. Lef--. Her foot caught and she tripped, before she hit the ground, Christian caught her.
"Thank you, my dear poet." He smiled charmingly to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned up to kiss him.
A loud 'ah-HAH!' as a flash of light sparked through the Moulin Rouge. Standing next to the flame was none other then the Narcoleptic Argentinean. The lovers having not a chance to kiss looked towards him, along with everyone else.
"In the Brothels of Buena's Aries!…" His voice boomed so even more attention was drawn to him. A hush went of the crowd as everyone looked on.
"We had no electricity." He shrugged, and went over to get a shot of absinthe.
The crowds stare lingered over the piece of well semi-useful information. The awkward silence soon broke as everyone separated into different things. The Boho's were having a drinking contest, The Dogs were making up rumors and gossiping. The various stage crew who were there to work on the stage, well they were doing what they were paid to do. Build the stage.
The Lovers however, they were sitting in silence.
"This….this is boring." Christian said finally.
"Thanks, I know I'm wonderful company." Satine said with a mock glare.
"I didn't say the company was bad, I just said that we aren't doing anything. I'm bored." Christian said as he tapped his foot to an imaginary beat.
"Well then, entertain me." Satine said in her most polished voice.
"Me? I'm the bored one. Entertain me." He said in an also regal voice with a snotty wave of his hand. A glint in her eye spark as a slow smile spread across her face.
"I have an idea!" She giggled as she jumped slightly.
"Well this is never good." Christian said with a smile.
"Hey!" She swatted him in the arm.
"Continue.." He faked yawn. "I'm growing ever so weary."
Choosing to ignore the comment she continued to slightly bounce.
"Let's have a contest!"
"A. contest? What kind" He was intrigued. Very intrigued.
"Well. a poetry contest. No. a music contest. We both have to write a song with music and then we'll each perform it in front of everyone. And they vote who wins." She bit her lip in excitement.
"Well, what do I get when I win?" He said with a sly smile.
"Funny, you'd be surprised that I have many…talents."
"Oh I know you have many talents." Satine's jaw dropped.
"I can't believe I am hearing this..My poor woman ears." She clamped her hands over her ears. Christian smiled and slowly took her right hand in his, putting his left on her waste she had no choice but to put her left on his shoulder. They began to slowly waltz. They both danced in silence, to gather their thoughts. Christian lifted their joined hands so he could spin her. When Satine's body came back to his, he leaned in.
"I do believe we have a competition." Satine gave a small yelp of 'yay!'.
They detached from one another, and left met right as the shook hands on their wager. When the short good luck kiss was exchanged they both turned on there heals away from each other. The Diamond to the Dogs. The Poet to the Bohemians.