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Christian woke up around 12:20 the next day with a major hangover.
"Why'd you kiss him?" Christian asked Satine rising up from the bed.
"Why'd you drink it?" Satine asked back firmly.
"I didn't I drank absonthe, But why'd you kiss him?" Christian asked.
"absonthe, absinthe, It's all the same Christian!" Satine said wrapping herself in her
faded pink robe.
"Okay, I won't again; but why'd you kiss him?" Christian asked then leaning over a sick
pail, making a gross
gurgling noise.
"It was a favor. I told him, If he brought drunken old you into your garret, that
he'd get a special something." Satine told him, as she sat down on the bed, and began
to comb through her fiery red hair.
"Well, why didn't you give him a couple of francs or something other then that? Don't
you know how painful it is for me to see you kiss another man?" Christian asked her.
"Well I do now!" Satine said getting up from the bed.
"I'm going to see Harold," Satine told him and left without as much as a good-bye
or a friendly smile.
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"I'm not leaving the Moulin Rouge." Satine said as she came into Harold's office,
as she let her bag fall on the floor.
"Oh? Why not? Did you and Christian have a fight?" Harold asked, folding his
hands.
"Yes, the worst has happened," Satine said as she heaved a heavy
sigh.
"Well, Looks, like things just got worse," said the Duke coming out of the corner
of Harold Zidler's office.
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Christian held his head in his hands, sat in his typewriter and started punching
into the keys of his typewriter. He knew exactly what was going to write:
Satine, I am dreadfully, sorry I didn't know that you didn't want me to drink
anything. By the way, you left your engagement ring here. Does this mean the
wedding's off?
I guess it was smart for you to take it off, what if the duke were to seen it,
or worse find out about it. I forgive you for kissing the Argentinean, but why
would you if he called our child a demon, and having a crazed obsession with
you? Anyways. If you still want to marry me met me at my garret at 8 o'clock
tonight.
I love you,
Yours truly,
Christian James.
Christian yanked the paper of out the typewriter, grabbed the ring on his way out the door.
Christian headed for the elephant but stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a fatal
scream, he knew that voice, it was Satine's!
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I Don't like this chapter but whatever, some of yuo may, If yuo do review please!
tangeld heart!
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Christian woke up around 12:20 the next day with a major hangover.
"Why'd you kiss him?" Christian asked Satine rising up from the bed.
"Why'd you drink it?" Satine asked back firmly.
"I didn't I drank absonthe, But why'd you kiss him?" Christian asked.
"absonthe, absinthe, It's all the same Christian!" Satine said wrapping herself in her
faded pink robe.
"Okay, I won't again; but why'd you kiss him?" Christian asked then leaning over a sick
pail, making a gross
gurgling noise.
"It was a favor. I told him, If he brought drunken old you into your garret, that
he'd get a special something." Satine told him, as she sat down on the bed, and began
to comb through her fiery red hair.
"Well, why didn't you give him a couple of francs or something other then that? Don't
you know how painful it is for me to see you kiss another man?" Christian asked her.
"Well I do now!" Satine said getting up from the bed.
"I'm going to see Harold," Satine told him and left without as much as a good-bye
or a friendly smile.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm not leaving the Moulin Rouge." Satine said as she came into Harold's office,
as she let her bag fall on the floor.
"Oh? Why not? Did you and Christian have a fight?" Harold asked, folding his
hands.
"Yes, the worst has happened," Satine said as she heaved a heavy
sigh.
"Well, Looks, like things just got worse," said the Duke coming out of the corner
of Harold Zidler's office.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Christian held his head in his hands, sat in his typewriter and started punching
into the keys of his typewriter. He knew exactly what was going to write:
Satine, I am dreadfully, sorry I didn't know that you didn't want me to drink
anything. By the way, you left your engagement ring here. Does this mean the
wedding's off?
I guess it was smart for you to take it off, what if the duke were to seen it,
or worse find out about it. I forgive you for kissing the Argentinean, but why
would you if he called our child a demon, and having a crazed obsession with
you? Anyways. If you still want to marry me met me at my garret at 8 o'clock
tonight.
I love you,
Yours truly,
Christian James.
Christian yanked the paper of out the typewriter, grabbed the ring on his way out the door.
Christian headed for the elephant but stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a fatal
scream, he knew that voice, it was Satine's!
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I Don't like this chapter but whatever, some of yuo may, If yuo do review please!