Magenta - Hahaha, that's the kind of effect I was going for!
Porphyritic - Indeed, he did. I always think of him as such a crabby old man.
A - Tybalt may be a good cousin to Juliet, but who knows...? And anyway, the first part of this chapter is dedicated to you, as it contains some very romantic Tybalt and Rosaline moments that I thought you might enjoy!
So, the party at the Capulets has began and Lord Capulet has got 'groovy'. Now the party at the Montagues is kicking off. However, somehow I don't think Lord and Lady Montague are going to be quite so 'rocking' and 'awesome' about it. Also, I introduce you to Gabriel, Rosaline's half-brother!
Tybalt watched Rosaline zip up her tiny little party dress. She reached the last few centimetres, when he got up and helped her.
"Thanks Tibby"
He kissed the place where he zipped it up "You're beautiful"
"And you look handsome"
"Not as beautiful as you though" He snaked his arms around her waist and cuddled her from behind, then Rosaline pushed him off.
"They'll be here soon. We've got the booze, right?"
"I hid it behind the all pot plants and under the tables, you know, places where we can get it easily" said Tybalt "Do you know who'll be here first?"
"My half-brother, Gabriel, will be" replied Rosaline "And my sister Livia said she'd be with him. It's nice they're getting to know each other a bit better. My family is so messed up"
"Don't worry about it. You'll always have me" He reached over, and caressed her cheek.
"Always" repeated Rosaline, placing her hand over his on her cheek.
"We're a team" Tybalt continued "We'll always take care of each other"
Downstairs, the doorbell rung. They both grinned at each other.
"Come on!"
They ran down the stairs to see Lady Montague at the door, and Rosaline's brother standing there.
"Rosaline needed us to bring her some coursework" explained Gabriel.
"At eight 'o' clock at night?"
"Don't worry, I've got this" said Tybalt. He barged between Lady Montague and the door "Gabriel, bruv! Respect! Get in here! Alright, Livia?"
Gabriel and Livia stepped inside.
"What's going on?" demanded Lady Montague. Juliet and Lord Montague arrived in the hallway.
"Oh, did we forget to tell you something?" asked Rosaline.
"What?" demanded Lord Montague.
"Did we miss a little detail?" asked Tybalt, watching as more people walked up the path.
"What's going on?"
"Didn't we tell you...at all?" asked Rosaline.
Sam, Greg and Petruchio barged in "It's party time! Get the music on!"
"Yeah!" Tybalt instructed "Take that, Montagues! Here's for pissing me off all week!"
"Tybalt, that's not fair!" Juliet cried indignantly.
"What's the matter? We invited a few friends for you. Well. One. Paris!" called Rosaline.
"Paris?" questioned Juliet. In through the door walked her least favourite person on the planet. A boy with dyed black hair, pasty grey skin and hollow pinched cheeks walked in. He was dressed in all black, and looked like the Grim Reaper.
"Yeah, Paris. Your best friend, I believe" sang Rosaline sweetly "Now, go and hang out together. Me and Tibby want to greet the rest of our friends"
"No!" snapped Lord Montague "There will not be any parties in this house, tonight!"
"Shut it" snarled Tybalt, as the music started up. It was horrible, grimy, dubstep club music, the type that throbbed right through you and didn't have many intelligent lyrics. Several guests pulled the alcohol out from their hiding places, and Lady Montague gasped.
"Alright, sexy! You're a total MILF!" cheered some of Tybalt's chavvy friends at her. Tybalt simply laughed at them all.
"Now, let's party!" declared Rosaline "Somebody get me a drink!"
The Montagues and Juliet were powerless as Tybalt's friends took over their house. Tybalt was the centre of attention, mouthing off about how he smashed up a tree, how he ran off last Saturday night, and about some of things he'd called Lady Montague.
"No!" shouted Lady Montague at some boys chucking one of her ornaments back and forth "You do not throw delicate china ornaments! Put that down at once!"
"Put it down!" thundered Lord Montague. The boys put it down and wandered off to get drunk.
"Phone the police" instructed Lady Montague, turning to Lord Montague.
"But they'll charge us for this" said Lord Montague "This is our property, therefore we're the ones liable"
"Do I care?" cried Lady Montague, flapping her hands about in the air wildly "Just get them out of our house!"
"Calm down, dear" said Lord Montague, taking her hands and holding them tightly to calm her "I'll get rid of them in a minute. I'll turn off the music and then threaten them with the police. That usually works when something like this is going on"
"No, it doesn't! How do you know that? Our Romeo has never done anything like this!"
"I know, I know. Romeo's a responsible boy who we brought up properly. Tybalt, however, has just been left to his own devices and is about as civilised as an animal. But we can sort this out on our own. For now. Just start picking up all the alcohol and throwing it away. I'll come with you"
They left Juliet alone in the front hall with Paris.
"So...you want to dance while we've got the chance?" he asked.
"No" said Juliet, running out.