We Dance in Misery
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Chapter Eleven
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In the latter part of the evening, after everyone had left the two lovers, Christian and Davey, to their apartment, Christian exited the room he had been crying in for the last few hours and tiptoed to the room he knew Davey was in. He lightly turned the knob and the door silently opened. He looked in at Davey, huddled in a fetal position on the chair, his back to Christian, wrapped in Canvas sheets. His breathing was steady, and he didn't move when the floor creaked under Christian, obviously, Davey was asleep. Christian grinned slightly as he took the sheet from over Davey, and slipped in under him and wrapped the sheet around them both.
Davey's lock of long hair had gone from behind his ear to his face. Christian lightly brushed it back behind Davey's ear, then kissed Davey's cheek and whispered in his ear, "I love you."
"I...love you too," Davey replied, wrapping his arms around Christian. Christian smiled again as he pulled Davey closer to him. Davey nestled his face into Christian's chest. "Christian...I know you can't love me like Satine...but please don't stop loving me, even if it can't be the equal to Satine."
"It can be the equal to Satine, Davey," Christian said. "I said that I could never love any woman the way I loved Satine, but I can certainly love a man like I did her. I love you like I loved her. You just have to put up with the occasional memory lane that I may go down, love replacing love doesn't always help me get over the old love, but I will, Davey."
Davey smiled and said, "Never forget her, Christian. And if I leave, never forget me."
"If you left I don't know if I could live on," Christian said. "Loosing two great loves...it would be too much."
"Then let's make ours last a bit longer," Davey said, kissing Christian's chest. Christian nodded and kissed Davey on his lips.
"Hey you," someone harshly whispered. Reno looked up and saw a man hand pointing at him from a barred window. Reno looked around seeing if there was anyone else in the alley before looking back at the window, the hand was gone, the voice still there. "You smashed up my Absinthe! That was my only bottle!"
"You shouldn't have dropped it then, bastard," Reno muttered. "Bastard just like that stupid Davey and Christian chaps."
"Christian, did you say?" the voice asked.
"Yeah, Christian, some English man," Reno said. "Those two are sinners, I say, they'll burn in hell for their sins, no better than a whore. Whores would have a better chance at heaven than them."
"Oh, well, perhaps Christian would choose the whores life," the man said.
"Who are you anyway?"
"Harold Zidler, the man who pimped off Christian James."
"Harold Zidler? Name does ring a faint bell," Reno said. "So you hate the bastards too?"
"Oui."
"Glad I'm not alone."
"I know a way to get back at them."
Reno took a seat on a few cartons and leaned close to the window, "How so?"
"Why should I tell you? What's in it for me?"
"The satisfaction of knowing that whatever you say, I can carry out and put harm upon those two."
"That's not enough."
"And the sweet joy of three bottls of Absinthe, my treat."
"Now we're in business, boy. You bring me those three absinthe bottles and I'll tell you the plan."
"How can I trust your word?"
"Well, if I told you, how could I trust yours?"
"Out of the two of us, I'm not the one behind bars."
"You are from this side of the wall."
"You're a smart man, Mr. Zidler, I like that. How about I buy you a bottle now. And then you tell my the plan. And later on, if you're still there behind bars, I'll bring you two more bottles at different times. Each time with an update on how they are doing. And then you could tell me to do anything more you want done to them."
"Deal."
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Kinda short, yeah, but I'll continue soon, don't worry.
Jester