Act 2 – Scene 1

Outside the Capulet Mansion

Enter ROCK

Rock wandered around, blindly searching for either Revy or the errant Romeo. He had no idea where either of them might be, but he didn't have a better plan right now.

He thanked god for small favours, that most of the guards were attending the party. There was no way he could have walked around the Capulet estate so casually at any other time. There were still CCTV cameras, though. He was trying to avoid them as best as possible, but he'd still been caught on a few. Hopefully the guards in the security station would just think he was a lost guest.

As Rock was strolling through a walled courtyard, the sound of approaching voices warned him that his luck was rapidly failing. As the voices grew closer, he anxiously looked around for somewhere to hide, but found nothing. In desperation, he scrabbled up and over the courtyard wall, disappearing from sight just as a pair of guards rounded the corner.

Rock landed in a heap on the other side, accompanied by a sudden tearing noise. He winced. The tux which Romeo had bought for him now had a large split down the side.

Sighing, he got up, looked around and found he was in an orchard at the back of the mansion. Other that the wall he had just climbed, the only other way out was a stone archway, from which a shimmering blue light seemed to radiate. Nervously, he approached the archway, and saw that the light was the reflection off of a swimming pool.

As Rock crept through the bushes around the pool, he happened to look up and see a figure on a balcony, bathed in moonlight.

Enter REVY.

Revy was sitting on the balustrade, a bottle in her hand and a cigarette in her mouth. She was still wearing the dress from the party, and looked even more inebriated than when he'd last seen her.

"Revy!" Rock hissed, trying to catch her attention.

"Huh? Rock?" Revy called out drunkenly, looking for the source of the sound. "Wherefuck art thou, Rock?"

"I'm here." He stepped out of the bushes, holding up his hands to try to get Revy to be quiet. "Keep your voice down, I'm not meant to be back here."

"Whatchoo doin' down there?" Revy laughed. "You Shecret-fuckin'-Agent Man or shomethin'? Get your shkinny assh up here. Drinkin' alone shucks!"

There was a trellis all the way up the wall next to the balcony. Rock tested it and it seemed to be strong enough to support his weight. It wasn't easy to climb, but eventually he managed to pull himself up onto Revy's balcony and landed in a heap at her feat, which she found particularly amusing.

As soon as he had picked himself up, Revy thrust a suspiciously unlabeled bottle into his hand. "Get shome'o dat down ya!"

Rock sniffed the contents, cautiously. "Eesh! What is this stuff? Moonshine?"

"I dunno," Revy mumbled, throwing her arm around his shoulders, "But it'sh good shit!"

"You know this could probably make you blind, right?" Rock warned, taking a sip himself. It was awful, but he refused to let himself choke in front of Revy.

"Shnot appenin' yet," Revy slurred, moving her face uncomfortably close to his. Her breath smelt awful. "What I'm sheein'sh all good."

"Christ, Revy," Rock grimace, pulling away. "You're as bad as Eda when you're drunk."

"Hey! Hey! Don't 'pare me to dat fuckin' bitshh!" Revy fumed. "It'sh jusht hard to conshentrate on other shtuff with that racket nexshtdoor."

For the first time, Rock noticed that the balcony doors to Revy's room were open, and sounds of frenzied pleasure were leaking through the wall from the next room. "They'she been at it for hoursh," Revy commented, approvingly. "Shure have shtamina, I'll give 'em dat."

Rock felt himself going red, and hastily disentangled himself from Revy's arm. "Umm, Dutch called me," He coughed, recomposing himself. "He's been trying to contact you. Where's your phone?"

She shrugged. "I look like I got pocketsh in thish?" Rock was forced once again to look at the bizarro-nightmarish vision of Revy in a dress. It did indeed have no pockets.

Suddenly, an extra-loud cry issued from next-door, signalling the end of the event. Rock turned red again. "Ahem… anyway…" He stumbled, "Dutch wanted me to let you know that we're meeting at 2 o'clock tomorrow, at the Church of Violence. Can you remember that?"

Revy gave him a lopsided stare. "Right now, I can't even 'member mi'own name."

Sighing, Rock took a notepad and pencil from his pocket and wrote down the time and place of the meeting. He tore the page off and handed it to Revy.

"A fuckin' notepad?!" She exclaimed in disbelief. "Got anythin' elshe in there, Boy Shcout?"

"Goodnight, Revy," He said firmly, and began to climb back down the trellis.

As he was half-way down, the balcony doors of the next room along opened and a figure stepped out of them. From back inside the room, a somewhat breathless female voice issued. "Goodnight, goodnight! Parting is such a sweet sorrow!"

The figure spoke, a voice which Rock recognised all too well. "Don't worry, babe! You've got my MySpace, we'll talk tomorrow." Then, to Rock's astonishment, the figure ran and without hesitation flung itself over the balcony, canonballing the pool below.

Revy pointed and cheered, in the way that incredibly drunk people tend to do when they see something even mildly amusing.

Enter ROMEO

As Rock reached the ground, Romeo was hauling himself out of the pool. His clothes were soaked, and looked like they'd been put on in a hurry. With little else to do, Rock helped him to his feet.

"Rock, buddy!" Romeo exclaimed in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

Rock struggled to quickly make up a reason, but before he could speak, a sharp whistle came from above. Romeo looked up at Revy, who winked drunkenly and gave him a thumbs-up. He looked from Revy to Rock, and then back again, and came to a completely wrong conclusion.

"Nice one!" He yelled in awe, slapping Rock on the back.

Back at the car, Romeo was practically bubbling over with admiration, seemingly unconcerned about ruining the car's leather seats with his wet clothes. "You are incredible, man! I never would have though you'd be able to hook up with a babe like that! I mean, how did you get her to chase you like that? That was awesome!"

Rock resigned himself to playing along. As long as Romeo though that he and Revy were… well… doing it, he wouldn't be suspicious of them. "I guess I must be her type," He said weakly.

Romeo either failed to notice, or ignored the lack of conviction in Rock's voice. "Y'know, usually I'd ask you to introduce me, but I lucked out too tonight," He boasted. "Her name's Juliet. I think I'm in love."

"Uh huh," Rock nodded. "It sounded that way."

Romeo grinned, slightly self-consciously. "You heard that, did you?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if they heard you down at the docks." Rock shook his head. "She does know you're a Montague, right?"

"Most definitely," Romeo stated proudly. "It would have been hard for her to miss. I've got a family crest tattooed right above my--"

"That's enough, I think," Rock said hurriedly.

Romeo shrugged. "Whatever. But don't think you're getting off that easy. I want details of you and that hot chick. Details!"

Rock sighed and checked his watch. 2am. It was going to be a long day.

Exeunt ROCK and ROMEO

To be continued…