A/N: Sorry that this took so long to get up. I've been sick, and my
computer is on the fritz, so it isn't working its best. (And on a more
personal note, I got my hair dyed green, but I don't think many of you
care.) I hope you enjoy it all the same.
"Hi Falcon. And how are you this fine evening?" Toby stated, walking up to Falcon. She slumped into another bar stool next to Falcon, beads of sweat just beginning to take place on her face. Falcon had noticed that about Toby, she was very strong. Come to think about it, she would make a great star, like she had been talking about for a long time. She had strength, beauty, and the enthusiasm.
"Just fine." Falcon finally answered her friend.
"And what are you doing here tonight? Haven't seen you around in weeks."
"Just to make sure he doesn't pass out like last night." Falcon gestured towards Toulouse, who was staring off thoughtfully at something. Toby gave a chuckle, remembering last night clearly, and wished Falcon the best of luck. Hey, she would probably need it. It was a hard job to keep Toulouse away from the Absinthe that he loved so much. But he hadn't had his usual ten glasses of the night. Come to think of it, he only had one. A strange, rare occurance. But Falcon decided to enjoy the peace that had been given to her.
Alone, once again, Falcon grabbed Toulouse's sketch book and practiced a bit more. He was teaching her how to draw as well as he did. And in return, she was showing him the fine art of writings and poetry. It all worked out fair in the end, somehow. Looking around for something to use as a basis for her drawing, she spotted a girl behind the bar counter. The new barmaid, or so she had heard from the many sources she had around the Moulin Rouge. Funny, the girl looked a bit tired. But it would still be a great challenge, so she began to draw.
A/N: Wait, don't go away!! Finally, the real story will start. And for those of you curious, Toulouse-Lautrec always brought a pad of paper with him when he went to the Moulin Rouge to draw the random dancers. Once he had the simple sketches down, he would turn them into great works of art the next day. That was my history fact of the day, feel happy you've experienced it. I will update quicker next time, I promise.
"Hi Falcon. And how are you this fine evening?" Toby stated, walking up to Falcon. She slumped into another bar stool next to Falcon, beads of sweat just beginning to take place on her face. Falcon had noticed that about Toby, she was very strong. Come to think about it, she would make a great star, like she had been talking about for a long time. She had strength, beauty, and the enthusiasm.
"Just fine." Falcon finally answered her friend.
"And what are you doing here tonight? Haven't seen you around in weeks."
"Just to make sure he doesn't pass out like last night." Falcon gestured towards Toulouse, who was staring off thoughtfully at something. Toby gave a chuckle, remembering last night clearly, and wished Falcon the best of luck. Hey, she would probably need it. It was a hard job to keep Toulouse away from the Absinthe that he loved so much. But he hadn't had his usual ten glasses of the night. Come to think of it, he only had one. A strange, rare occurance. But Falcon decided to enjoy the peace that had been given to her.
Alone, once again, Falcon grabbed Toulouse's sketch book and practiced a bit more. He was teaching her how to draw as well as he did. And in return, she was showing him the fine art of writings and poetry. It all worked out fair in the end, somehow. Looking around for something to use as a basis for her drawing, she spotted a girl behind the bar counter. The new barmaid, or so she had heard from the many sources she had around the Moulin Rouge. Funny, the girl looked a bit tired. But it would still be a great challenge, so she began to draw.
A/N: Wait, don't go away!! Finally, the real story will start. And for those of you curious, Toulouse-Lautrec always brought a pad of paper with him when he went to the Moulin Rouge to draw the random dancers. Once he had the simple sketches down, he would turn them into great works of art the next day. That was my history fact of the day, feel happy you've experienced it. I will update quicker next time, I promise.
