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Chapter 2: Olde Friends
Meanwhile, at the opposite side of the house, a cellar door burst open. "Mazel tov!" An older man with fading chestnut hair and a red-haired woman in her mid thirties yelled simultaneously. Another man, almost as old as the first, very tall almost a giant, jumped up from his seat. "Sir Toby, Maria! You're back!" "Well we knew that silly!" said Maria, still slightly tipsy from her honeymoon. "Isn't she a prize?" Sir Toby roared, laughing all the while. He was clearly even more drunk that his wife Maria. Their friend chirped back, "Of course she is! So how was your honeymoon?" "Well that is quite a story. Throw me some of that vodka and I'll tell you. Oh, you want some dear? Sir Toby asked, barely stopping for air. "Of course darling", Maria answered.
One hour later….
"…Ann thak wath how we got free ruums for da rest of da week." Sir Toby slurred out, having consumed enough alcohol to give a rhinoceros cirrhosis. The three friends had been reminiscing non-stop the whole time, almost as much as they were drinking. Sir Andrew was sitting hunched on a stool, with a goofy grin plastered on his long face. The happy newlyweds were cuddling clumsily on a sofa opposite him. "You were fantaz- er…frantras-uh…I love you Maria!" "Ooooh, I was nuffin'. It wath all you, you were a stallion…ur something…what is a stallion…?"
As the inebriated Lady's Maid tried to figure out her own words, the door slammed open a second time. This time, it was a young, blond girl. She strode in gracefully, a sharp contrast to the women who resided in the manor. Pale golden hair, pomegranate lips, and clear sky blue eyes graced the face of Sebastian's twin sister.
"Lady Viola! You've come back!" Sir Toby cried out, in a remarkable display of elocution. Viola smiled piteously, before clearing away some of the mess her friends had made, and sitting down gently next to the so-called knight. "It was you who left remember?" "Oh….thaz right…well, how've ya been?" The maiden sighed, "I'd rather not say. If I started, I'd probably need a drink myself, and no offense, but someone in this house needs to stay lucid." "Sweetie, I promise, you've got nuffin' on uz" Maria reassured her. " 'Sides, Andrew's still fine." Sir Toby added. "Uhh…I think he's unconscious" Viola interjected, as she waved a hand in front of an unmoving, but seemingly awake Sir Andrew. "…See?" Maria improvised, "Can't beat that!" Defeated, Viola sighed once more, "Hit me".
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