Author's note: hi all! I've been busy with the end of this semester, so sorry for delays. There's some awesome things coming, including perhaps an appearance from some old characters..... ;) p.s. $50 in 1917 would be a little over $1,000 dollars today.

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"It's 11 pm. We're the only people here. The workers are so angry with us I can tell." MacKenzie smiled, speaking in hushed whispers.

The glow of a gaslight framed her delicate face, across the table, hands folded on her lap, long legs crossed, dress tight. She wasn't wearing makeup, but she was the most beautiful and untouched piece of art Roy had ever laid his eyes on.

"And why is the food so expensive I-"

Roy hushed her.

"You're buying my love, aren't you, Roy Walker."

"Sure."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"For real." MacKenzie took a big gulp of wine and swallowed hard. "How long have we been staying here? How long have you been buying me expensive food and wine and how many rounds of shower sex have we had?"

"Sex doesn't cost money," Roy said. "Shower sex is completely free."

"That's not what I mean," MacKenzie said rather loudly, and Roy hushed her again. The lights were turned out. Roy looked around. Probably a signal for them to leave. But, no.

He lit a cigarette, and lit the candles in the middle of the table.

"Don't smoke in here."

"No," Roy replied.

MacKenzie plucked the cigarette from Roy's mouth, took a drag, then put it out in the ash tray that was suspiciously too clean.

"I was waiting to tell you," Roy said quietly. "I took the money."

MacKenzie's eyes widened. "You..you what?"

"Do you remember? The-"

"I remember! What...you're telling me this now?"

"I'm not necessarily proud, MacKenzie."

"No, no...this is...this is great. This is wonderful. We...oh man." She stood up, wrapped her legs around Roy, and shoved her tongue down his throat.

"Hey...hey, not now."

"I love you I love you I love you."

Kiss kiss kiss.

"There's somethin' I want you to do." Roy reached into his pocket and pulled out several bills. He stuffed them down the front of MacKenzie's dress. "Here's $50. Go buy yourself a wedding dress."

She squeaked. "Right now?!"

"No, not right now. It's quite near midnight, MacKenzie."

"You know..." she began." You know what I mean."

Gymnopedie No. 3. The only record playable in the entire empty ballroom filled with midnight light. No dancing. Only watching. Eye to eye, face to face. Arms around arms. Lips against lips.

I know I'm yours, and you know you're mine.

Roy glanced at a peculiar looking object sitting next to the gramophone.