Romeo lay on his chair, chugging beer. He felt like had lost something coming back from the lawyer, but couldn't figure out what it was for the life of him.
"JULIET!" he roared over his shoulder, "WHEN YOU'RE DONE THE HOUSEWORK, GET ME ANOTHER BEER!"
Then, without waiting for the answer that never came, he promptly fell asleep.
A lone man stood in a dark room, surrounded by potted plants. The only source of light was the light ventilations that loomed the leaves. Suddenly, he was distracted by a knocking on the door! He tensed. Was it the police? Had he finally been found out? Which client ratted him out? His heart racing, he hurried to the door, pausing only briefly to grab a sword from the closet. Panicking, he flung opened the door, prepared to strike.
"Friar Lawrence?!" Juliet exclaimed, "This is where you have been?"
"Juliet?!" Friar Lawrence gasped, "You look terrible! Where is Romeo?"
"Romeo made me terrible!" Juliet groaned, "And I need your help!"
Juliet stepped through the door, expecting to see a library of the holy books. She was instead surprised to see rows and rows of leafy plants, grown solely by the sun holes above. Expensive looking equipment lined the walls, filled with boiling unknown purple liquid and working away. Juliet could hardly believe her eyes.
"F-Friar Lawrence," she stammered, "what have you been doing all this time?"
The Friar ignored her question.
"What do you want?" he snapped, "Get on with it! I'm a busy man!"
Juliet decided not to ask, although she had her suspicions.
"I need the sleeping drug."
"AGAIN? I already gave it to you once, and you barely escaped with your life! Had you not awoken in time to stop Romeo from drinking the poison, I don't even know what would have happened!"
"This time, I wouldn't care if that jerk drank the poison!"
"I kind of figured that your marriage had gone south, but I didn't know it was this bad!" The friar quipped. "I'm guessing you want the sleeping drug in order to get away from him. Well, maybe the shock will wake Romeo up and he'll realize what he has done."
Juliet nodded eagerly, watching the friar work. As he talked, his hands moved, squeezing blue liquid out of wilting bulb into a container, which was suspended over a candle.
"There!" he announced, and held up the blue liquid "It is finished! The new and improved sleeping drug!"
"How it is improved?" Juliet inquired, anxious to know about the new drug.
"Romeo will be suspicious of your "death". He might figure that you're using the sleeping drug. This new drug will last for twice the time. Romeo will never suspect anything!"
Juliet snatched the drug out of the friar's hand and bolted for the door. The friar stared after her, only coming to his senses as he heard the door slam.
"Wait!" he cried, "You still have to pay for it!"
Romeo promptly awoke to see Juliet towering over him, a beer bottle in hand.
"About time." he grumbled, grabbing the bottle from her, "I asked you over an hour ago!"
Juliet grabbed the bottle back, took a swig, and chucked it out the open window. The smashing of glass and the screams from below signified that Romeo would not be drinking from that particular bottle anytime soon. Romeo stood up and tried to yell, but he was still groggy from all the beer. Staggering, he pushed Juliet aside and made for the door, anxious for some fresh air.
"Juliet," he moaned, "Get me another beer! hic-!"
"GET IT YOURSELF YOU PIG!" Juliet screamed before slamming the door on him.
Romeo tried to open the door but to no avail. Juliet had apparently pushed several large items against it in order to lock him out. Romeo sighed dramatically. Why had he married that ugly hag? What had driven him so far? Was there any way for him to get away? He sat on the steps and began to weep. Really, it was a pathetic sight, a drunk, full-grown man crying like a little child. Families crossed the road to avoid Romeo as he thought about how he'd get away from his wife. Suddenly, he remembered the potion Juliet had drunk in order to fake her death. He smiled to himself drunkenly. He was starting to get an idea.
