The Last Stand: The Deleted Scenes
Two
(From Chapter Thirteen)
The first thing that Constance became aware of when she woke was that she was in a horribly familiar red and black room. The second thing that she became aware of was that her head was pounding as if she had several angry dragons dancing a gala performance of 'Riverdance' within her skull. She cast her mind back, trying to remember the events that had led up to her loss of consciousness. She remembered taking tea with the woman from the JHC, and she remembered that the tea had not tasted exactly as tea should taste. It was with a groan that she remembered that the strange taste was in fact the taste of gin. Constance knew from experience that she and gin did not mix very well… She remembered a particularly painful incident from her university days that had ended with her dancing on the table of their local pub with Alison after drinking a little too much of the dread spirit.
Constance groaned as the air in front of her shimmered and the Devil appeared.
"Morning dear!" he exclaimed brightly, and Constance could see that he was holding a plate of croissants in one hand and a pot of jam in the other, and that his bright red tail, peeking out from under his monogrammed black silk dressing gown, was holding a cafetiere. He seemed remarkably jolly compared to Constance's distinctly sub-par state of well-being.
Suddenly, she sat bolt upright, pulling the covers up to her chin, for she had just become aware of a third thing. She was not wearing any clothes.
Constance put two and two together, and looked at the Devil in horror.
"Did we…?" she began, choked. The Devil nodded, beaming.
Constance groaned and buried her face in a pillow.
Ahem. Yes, well… Oh come on, it was too good an opportunity to pass up! Oh, blame NCD, she said I should put it up!