Old Fic
From Fall 2004:
Alright, I am sorry Carly but this isn't as good as I would have hoped. In fact I would say it's one of my worst. One day I shall write a better one. short Drabble/ficlet Moulin Rouge N/UA 441 words. Post movie but before he write's his book if that makes any sense.
"Drinking this early in the day?" Nini looked up from her place on the floor, still in her "Spectacular, Spectacular" costume, looked up to see the mysterious Argentinean standing at the door of her room. She gave him a smile and lifted a glass before slamming back the absinthe. She opened her eyes wide as the green drink went down her throat.
"Care to join me?" He looked at her silently as she refilled her glass and then walked towards her and grabbed the bottle and took a large swallow of it. Sitting beside he handed her the bottle. He knew why she was drinking, and had been since the night before. Satine was dead; the Moulin Rouge was dead and frankly Christian was almost there emotionally. When they had finally been able to get able to get him off of Satine and drag him back to his apartment he holed himself up in the room, not talking to anyone so far. So he had come here only to find Nini already drunk. He was pretty sure if She drank much more it was going to kill her. Absinthe was very powerful.
"Did they get him to let her go?" He nodded silently, not going into detail. She didn't need it. She already knew that Christian was reacting badly to Satine's death. "I never meant to hurt him, only Satine."
"It's not like you infected her, Antonia."
"That's not what I meant. If I hadn't let the Duke onto their secret they would have had a better ending. Depressing non-the less, but still better. No one would want to kill him, I wouldn't have had to shot anyone and Satine may have lived a bit longer. Frankly I don't care about Satine. Never wanted her dead, but never cared enough to mourn her now. Life's a gamble and she finally lost."
"Cynical."
"Yes, but cynical helps me survive." Putting down the bottle she moved closer to him. "You're still wearing your costume." She sat on his lap looking down at him, her arms resting lightly on his shoulders.
"As are you." He reached up and took her hair out of the design it was in and allowed it to fall down on her shoulders. He loved her hair, black and silky. She never let it down except for a select few, the bohemians being a few of them. "Want to dance?" She smiled sadly and nodded. Dance was really all she had left. There was no more Moulin Rouge and she couldn't act so that was out of the question. So they danced the tears away and drown them in Absinthe.