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Post by Christian on Apr 12, 2009 1:00:48 GMT -5
*THE NEXT MORNING*
Christian finally came to from his deep slumber, blinded by the small shaft of sunlight that managed to peep in through the drawn curtains. He clutched his head, which pounded mercilessly as he tossed and turned, desperately searching for a position that might possibly ease some of the pain.
"God," he grumbled through gritted teeth. Christian discovered also that his mouth was rather dry, and he looked about for a glass of water, only to find he was not at home. "What...is this place?"
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 12, 2009 1:08:14 GMT -5
Anastasia had been keeping an eye on him, though she wasn't sure why. She didn't know him, but she felt the need to at least make sure that the alcohol didn't kill him.
She stood by the nightstand.
"You're at the Le Rouge." She said quietly. He likely had a horrible hangover.
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Post by Christian on Apr 12, 2009 18:43:10 GMT -5
Christian started and sat up in bed, only to be pushed back down with the overwhelming rush of pain against his skull. He swore under his breath.
"Le Moulin Rouge?" he asked.
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 12, 2009 18:46:44 GMT -5
Her eyes widened at the question. She'd seen it before, but she never would have gone near it.
"Oh, goodness, no--Le Rouge et L'Epine."
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Post by Christian on Apr 12, 2009 18:50:16 GMT -5
"Oh." Christian fell silent for a few seconds. "I apologize...but I should like to ask who I have the pleasure of having the company of..."
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 12, 2009 18:53:08 GMT -5
Well, at least this much of her curiosity would be satisfied.
"Certainly--I am Anastasia Nicolaevna."
No, she didn't use her real surname, as she still could never be sure who might overhear her.
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Post by Christian on Apr 12, 2009 18:57:35 GMT -5
Christian just managed to get himself into somewhat of a sitting position and scrutinized the face of whom he assumed was his benefactress. Strange, she looked oddly familiar. "It's a pleasure, mademoiselle. I'm...Christian.
"I apologize for the inconvenience of taking me in."
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 12, 2009 18:59:00 GMT -5
"Well, Christian...I couldn't just leave you out there. You were so ill..."
and so very sad
It was none of her business, no, but she wondered what had happened to him.
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Post by Christian on Apr 12, 2009 19:01:55 GMT -5
Oh, god--that explained the familiarity, then.
The blood rushed to Christian's face, and he nervously wrung his hands. "You were the one that I...broke down on?"
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 12, 2009 19:05:55 GMT -5
Though she tried not to, she blushed anyway.
"Er...yes."
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Post by Christian on Apr 12, 2009 19:10:11 GMT -5
Goddamnit.
Christian uneasily ran a hand through his hair to brush back a few locks that fell into his eyes. "I-I should assure you that I'm not normally in s-such a haphazard state. Well, actually--"
Goodness, this was mortifying.
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 12, 2009 19:13:27 GMT -5
Darn it, the blush wasn't fading.
"Oh, that's all right! Er, I mean, I don't think you're that way all the time or anything..."
She was babbling, but she wasn't sure how else to reassure him.
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Post by Christian on Apr 12, 2009 19:16:09 GMT -5
Christian, too, babbled on, creating far more fantastic excuses for his horrid behavior of the previous night. "I mean, it helps me w-write. Sometimes. Usually, there's this green fairy--I, uh, seem like a madman to you, don't I?"
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Post by Anastasia on Apr 12, 2009 19:29:17 GMT -5
At one point, they were babbling at the same time, but she stopped when he mentioned the Green Fairy.
"Er, well...I wouldn't say you're mad..."
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Post by Christian on Apr 12, 2009 19:34:37 GMT -5
"Really?" he asked, surprised. He hung his head shamefully. "It's terribly intoxicating, the drink. It keeps calling me back."
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