A/N: Thank you for all the reviews!!!
I would like to especially thank Satine and Tani!! For their support and their friendship to me!!
Tani, this chapter is dedicated to you!! Thanks!!
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Christian spent a few more hours with the B.O.H.O.S. before biding them goodbye and set off to explore the town of Montmartre. Things were going better for him than he thought. First off, he was offered a job, a great one at that. He had made new friends already, who he was having dinner with that night at a club called Moulin Rouge. And, best of all, there were plenty of decent looking women around for him to settle down with!
Christian wandered the cobble streets, looking in the different shop windows and even exploring some. He saw couples in corners exchanging kisses. He saw old friend reuniting for an old cup of coffee. He saw a load of books to read. It was all good.
On the corner ahead was a minor shop, stocked shelf to shelf with books. Christian curiously sauntered over to it with am stimulating look on his face. Outside the substantial doors made of oak, was a row of tiny pink tables; matching the décor of the shop. A display of books was present outside the shop. A large sign hung over the rack, in big bold letters were the words: LOVE IS JUST A GAME
TOP TEN BEST SELLER!
Christian probingly flipped over the front cover. He inquisitively read the title page: LOVE IS JUST A GAME
By: Satine Cartier
He closed the book and turned it over:
LOVE IS JUST A GAME
Are you a women who is just so tired of
Men who leave you, cheat on you, put inanimate objects before you? Here is an idea: put them
last in your life! Get out there and do something
With your life. It's more than just a box of chocolates!
This book will help you along the way to freedom!!
Christian snickered as he placed the book back on the rack. He turned to leave as a sudden thought struck him, maybe he should check this book out to see what it was all about!
Quite fond of his idea, Christian gathered together every euro in his pocket and picked up the same copy that he had just put down. He walked into the shop and placed the book on the counter. The cashier looked at him, smiled and then looked at the book. A puzzled expression appeared on her face as she rung the book up and placed it into a bag. Christian paid her 6 euros and left the shop.
He strode down the cobble streets again and wound up back at the hotel. He walked through the door and nodded a the red-haired women who had given him a room before.
He jogged up the stairs and wandered straight into his room. He sat on the creaky wooden bed and immediately flipped open the book and began to read, occasionally being disturbed by loud thumps from upstairs.
Christian had just finished chapter two, detailing the exact art that is job hunting, when Toulouse popped in the door way. Christian, absorbed in the beginning of the third chapter, about how kids are nothing more than a mistake, did not move a muscle.
"Christian! Come, we must leave for dinner!" Toulouse exclaimed. Christian reluctantly looked up and rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Alright, Toulouse. Let me just grab my coat and hat," Christian laid the book down on the damp mattress and leapt off the bed. Toulouse backed into the bureau flabbergasted. "Are you okay?" Christian asked, laughing slightly.
"Yes--I----er---thought you would get dressed up!" Toulouse exclaimed.
"Do you want me to get dressed up?" Christian asked in a sort of tone that made him seem too vulnerable.
"Would you?" Toulouse, a little too eagerly.
"Fine, I will," Christian said, snickering at him as Toulouse crossed the room and left.
A delicate blue suit was laid out on his bed for him to dress in, complimentary of the Argentinean. Christian stripped of his black trousers and black suspenders. He rested his stained white shirt on the corner of the bed. He slipped the blue trousers over his sweaty legs. The white dress shirt came next and then the blue dress jacket.
Christian moseyed out to the front where a large black limo was waiting for them. Toulouse, swiftly followed by The Argentinean, Satie, the Doctor, and Audrey, swept down the hotel steps and took a seat in the limo.
"Christian, are you ready to present the movie script to Harold Zidler?" Toulouse asked anxiously.
"Who's Harold Zidler," Christian asked.
"The owner of the Moulin Rouge!"
"Oh,"
The rest of the ride there was spent in rapt silence. Christian wondered amorously about the bar and what Satine would be like. The limo circled under the bright moonlight as they rounded another corner and there, on the hill, was the notorious bar, The Moulin Rouge. A fluorescent neon light hung just above the entrance. Drunk men sat around café tables around the outside. Large windows displayed the activity going on inside. The building itself was brightly painted orange. A superior wall surrounded the back side, where a path led up to the actual dance floor. Enclosed between the cabaret and the dance floor was a massive pink elephant, belonging to Satine herself.
The limo pulled up in front of the doors, allowing a grand entrance from the men. First, out stepped Christian. A bouquet of flowers, that Satie had secretly bought, were held graciously in Christian's arms. A wonderful mix of roses and daisies. An usher kindly awaited for them and opened the door as they came closer.
The four B.O.H.O.S. entered the cabaret as Christian followed closely behind. They crossed the wood floor and marched straight out the back door, which led directly to the dance floor. Christian walked up to the bar and sat down on a leather stool. A raspy old bartender came up to him.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked.
"Sure, scotch on the rocks," Christian smiled at him for a minute before turning round to glance through the men at the bar. There was a wild assortment of ages. There were men who seemed to be at least eighty years old! They were laughing, baring their toothless gums and crying "Bring on the women!" as best they could, but actually only forming the words "Ring the men!" Making others want to turn away.
Then, there were the young men. The ones who think they can get anything they desire. Well, they sit there all hush hush, awaiting the arrival of the beautiful can-can dancers and as they wait for their inappropriate entertainment that proper people usually wouldn't allow, they order the worlds finest drinks. The drinks that get them drunk and make them act the way they shouldn't. They get disgusted by Christian when they should really be disgusted with themselves. How disgusting.
Christian sat there, still browsing the bar, as Toulouse came next to him.
"Christian, mission accomplished! We have successfully invaded Zidler!"
Christian sat there, puzzled for a moment before the room began to grow dark. The stage, that was located directly in front of him, was empty for a mere second before a striking women came through the curtain. The women had shimmering fiery red hair that hung down to her shoulders. Her large sparkling eyes flashed around the soundless men.
The French are glad to die for love………..
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What do you think?? Please leave a review. Tani, sorry I updated this first. I have a writers block for Your Dearest Love and also, I wanted to get this one updated cause it hadn't been updated in a while too. I will update Your dearest love once I get a chance!! I promise