The Red Windmill
Summary: Modern Day/American Moulin Rouge. Christopher, a struggling writer has his bachelor party at the famed nightclub "The Red Windmill" and falls in love with the hooker Sarah, who's looking to become an actress. I'm going to change a whole lot of the story line so it won't be all that much like the movie. Please read/review.
A loud alarm jerked Christopher James out of his restless, yet much needed sleep. Grumbling with a newly sore throat, he rubbed his eyes and slowly ran his fingers over his scratchy face. "Dear god I need to shave." He thought aloud, clearing his throat.
Painstakingly he pulled a pen from his tangled hair. It must have gotten stuck there when he fell asleep over his writing yet again. An empty Heineken keg can lay next to his hand, giving the area a stale beer smell. He shoved it off his helplessly cluttered workspace where it made a loud crash on the floor. Not rising from his threadbare office chair, he reached over his crappy typewriter and grasped a small picture frame. He gently tugged it out of the pool of dried wax it was sitting in and brought it to his face.
Just looking at the picture brought tears to his eyes. He traced the face in the picture with his thumb and wept silently, burying his face in his hands. After some time he cast the frame aside and put a fresh piece of paper in his typewriter. The thought of saving money for a computer has crossed his mind often, but he had no willpower to do it. He was worse than dead. He brought the typewriter to its writing position and began typing, the clicking of the keys giving him a good sense of familiarity.
"It all started about one year ago..." He narrated aloud, typing feverishly to keep up with his whirring thoughts. "I was engaged in an arranged marriage, unhappy and alone, looking to break free. I was a strong believer in true love, but I hadn't found mine yet. But that all changed the night of my bachelor party..."
"Why the long face Ba-che-lor!" T.J. Laurence said loudly, slapping his friend Chris on the back and taking a long swig of his Sam Adams.
"You know for a guy who's only 5'1" you give a pretty mean slap." Christopher James retorted. "And you know why I'm upset. In one month I'm getting married to a woman I am by no means in love with. What could possibly be worse than that?"
"Stop being such a drama Queen, Chris! She's filthy rich...you can have everything you want!" Christopher lowered his eyes.
"Not everything. Money can't buy love." He muttered.
"You pose a pretty miserable case, my man, but boy is that going to change once you find out where I booked your bachelor party!"
Chris furrowed his brow. "Where?" He looked up from his notepad and placed his pencil down on the table.
"Take a guess." T.J. said happily, taking another gulp of beer and burping loudly.
"I dunno...Hooters?" He said flatly.
T.J. made a face. "No way, Hooters is for high school-I'm talking big. We're goin' to the Red Windmill baby!"
"I guess that's cool." Chris said, turning back to his writing.
"COOL!" T.J. shouted, making Chris jump and send his pencil flying. "It's way more than cool...It's HOT! And, I made a few special arrangements with my man Marty and I got you the best hooker in the joint." Chris made a face of utter horror. "No need to thank me...your happiness is enough." T.J put his hands up and smiled.
"A-a hooker?" Chris stuttered.
"Yeah man, what'd you think they had there, tango dancing?" T.J snorted, spraying beer all over Chris's shirt, who quickly jumped up and began cleaning it vigorously. "Come on Chris, what's the big deal? You get drunk, you get high, you have a good laugh and its all on me-none of your money involved. Don't tell me you were planning on staying a virgin until marriage?!" He snorted again, but Chris jumped out of the way.
Chris cleared his throat anxiously.
"You WERE planning on waiting, weren't you? Well, that's all going to change tonight, let me tell you, cuz once you get a few drinks in your system, maybe a joint or two, she'll have you in bed and begging before you can say 'Abstinence.'.
There was a pregnant pause.
"Plus, you said you needed a job, right?"
"How does sleeping with a hooker at my bachelor party help me get out of unemployment?" Chris asked in a rushed whisper.
"Well," T.J. said, leaning in so his face was inches away from Chris's. "Sarah is not only a wonderful-and might I add very expensive-hooker, she is also a wannabe actress.
"So?" He still wasn't convinced.
"So! So! You DARE question me? So this means you can get major dibbs on writing the play!"
Now Chris was so confused his head was spinning. "What play?"
"What play!? Your naiveté is painful, haven't you heard? The owner of the Red Windmill wants to open up a theatre next door to the club and he's looking for playwrights. BINGO! If you sleep with her AND read her one of your poems or something, you're practically guaranteed the job!"
Chris, who had noticeably perked up at the word "playwrights" was now looking skeptical.
"You think I have a change at the job?" He asked softly.
"Dude, its already yours!" T.J exclaimed, hiccupping loudly.
Chris laughed. "Ok, I'll do it." T.J slapped his again.
"Now there's a good man."
a/n: Now I know that was almost parallel to Moulin Rouge but trust me it wont be later on. Please review. I'm not updating till I get 5 reviews. So click the button!