~*~ Later that evening ~*~
As she climbed to the top of the tower, Lillian shook. Just simply shook, not wanting to have to climb up here. Up in the tower, the door was already open. Riff stood in front of a window, singing
"The darkness must go, down the river of night's dreaming...Flow morpia slow, let the Sun and light come dreaming, into my life, into my life."
"You...You have a nice voice." Riff Raff jumped "Goddess!" His eyes were wide.
"I'm sorry if I scared you." "It's...alright."
"Riff Raff, would please...rebandage my hand?" she held it out.
"Yes. let's get to that."
She sat back down like the day before, and he sat in his swivel chair. He snipped away at the cloth until it started to fall off in pieces. He tediously tried to pull away the cloth off of the burn. She yelped in pain as the wound was reopened.
At the bottom of the stairs, was Frank. "Ooh, sounds like Riff Raff is pleasuring our...guest."
Although, Frank was sorely mistaken. He ran to the lab, heels and all. In the lab, he grabbed odd viles and test tubes of multi-colored liquids, and one powder, might I add.
He threw them into one huge vile, and swished it around...it turned a light and lovely shade of magenta. It bubbled and fizzed like wine, and smelt of roses.
"This will...help them along." He grinned so evily, I'm suprised he didn't burst into flames.
He took the magenta shade liquid, and poured it into a wine bottle. With that, he poured some wine in. If they drank if solely alone, they'd probably die, and no one wants that! Taking the bottle, he hid it in his suite until supper.
As he carved a big meat of some sort, he had that bottle stored under his chair. At the right time, he pulled it out, and asked him to serve it to his guest, and knowing Riff Raff, would take a sip himself. The handyman couldn't pass up a good wine, even if it killed him.
Frank watched as his evil plan went down. 'This will get rid of that incentous relationship, yet.' He thought. Magenta, standing next to him, could smell the bottle a mile away. Suspicious, knowing the smell of wine herself (One of Magenta's prefered Earth drinks) She followed her brother, and gave him the eye. 'Don't you dare drink that, Riff Raff Vitus.' Magneta and her brother were telepathic, as most Transylvanian soul mates were. It came in handy often. Although they weren't supposed to use it, Magenta sought this nescesary.
Riff Raff looked at her, with a grin. 'And if I do?'
'I will be very angry with you, Riff Raff.' 'Good angry, or bad angry?'
'Bad angery.' She still glared at him. 'Okay, my darling. I won't.'
He poured a glass for Lillian, then capped the bottle.
*Author's Note: Don't worry my dear Riffgenta shippers! They are my favorite pairing, and I wouldn't dare tear them apart! This will end happily. :)