Sorry for the delay, had to get two English essays done. Another appearance from Simon, he's not mine, he's Cornadopia's.
The chavs swaggered down the road, parading along as if they owned the place. Tybalt was naturally at the head of the crew, with his mate Simon by his side. Petruchio was at his other side, Sam and Greg were behind them, and Aaron walked at the back of the boys. Right at the back walked Shari and Kaila with Rosaline in between them. This was generally the way they walked when they were all together, by some sort of code. Sometimes, Rosaline would walk by Tybalt's side, but she and the other girls were wearing heels so they couldn't walk as quickly as the boys.
"Oi, Ty, mate, what we doing tonight?" jeered Greg.
"I dunno" shrugged Tybalt.
"We should go and chuck bricks through some prick's window" suggested Aaron.
"Nah, I've got a better idea" said Tybalt "Let's try and sneak in Anthony Montague's nightclub!"
His mates cheered. There was nothing they loved more than causing trouble, and bonus points if it meant causing trouble with the Montagues! Tybalt was the perfect leader for them, since he hated the Montagues more than anything else in the world and would pull out all the stops to cause chaos for them. Tybalt's friends hated the Montagues because they were chavs and it was just something to do with their pointless lives.
"Let's go!" cried Shari. They turned around, and started heading to downtown Verona where most of the nightlife was. Anthony Montague owned a nightclub, as well as being a partner in a couple of other business ventures, namely bookies and cinemas.
Tybalt hung back from his mates, and wrapped his arm around Rosaline.
"You look cold"
"Not anymore" Rosaline purred.
"What's all this I hear about some Chastity Ball or something?" asked Simon.
Rosaline rolled her eyes "Oh, that load of crap?"
The boys guffed in appreciation.
"Sister Agnes is making her do it" explained Kaila.
"She said she'd be Head Girl if she did" added Shari, as they climbed over a wall. The girls staggered in their heels. Tybalt steadied Rosaline, and they shared a glance and a little smile.
"Sister Agnes is a whore" grumbled Greg "I bet she wears Ann Summer's under her habit"
The chavs snorted, and continued on their way. It was a Saturday evening, and so they knew the club would be packed. Even better. They could cause their trouble and scarper without getting caught. Never mind waiting in line at the door. Tybalt led them around to a fire escape, and shoved it open with his brute strength. Rosaline admired him doing so, and then one by one they filtered into the club. Anthony wasn't anywhere to be seen, so Tybalt bought them all drinks with his credit card. They sat down together and started to drink them. Slowly, a buzz generated around the group, and they were laughing and jeering loudly. Rosaline was sprawled across Tybalt's lap, and the other boys all looked at him enviously.
Petruchio had pulled out his phone and was filming "We're here in Midnight, Anthony Montague's nightclub, and we are the Capulets! Whey! Capulets! Capulets!"
"I'm the Capulet around here" growled Tybalt "And so's Rosaline. You are just my mates"
"Yeah, and that means we're Capulets too! We're a gang, bruv"
"I'm just your aunty's sister's daughter" Rosaline added.
"No, you're more than that. You're Capulet through and through" Tybalt leant forwards and locked his lips with hers. His mates cheered.
"Have you fucked yet?" asked Simon.
"What?" asked Rosaline.
"No, of course not, she's one of Verona's Belles" joked Aaron.
"That's a lie. She said so herself" Petruchio added.
"What I do with my girl is none of your business" grunted Tybalt.
"Whey!" the chavs yelled.
"Tybalt's getting eggy!" teased Simon.
"Don't piss me off, mate" growled Tybalt.
"Oooh!" the chavs shouted.
"That's enough noise from you lot"
Anthony Montagues stood in front of the table, his hands on his waist. Rosaline quickly sat up and slid off Tybalt's lap.
"I think it's time you left"
"No way, mate, we're just getting the party started!" declared Simon.
"You are underage" scolded Anthony "You should not be in a nightclub at all. And secondly, you are Capulets. I do not allow Capulets in my nightclub. Not since your brute of a father-" he paused to jab a finger in Tybalt's direction "killed my oldest and closest friend"
"Don't look at me like that, I didn't do anything" snapped Tybalt.
"Hmph! You act just like the bastard, I have to add. Get out. Or I'll call security" threatened the man. Rosaline looked at him. He was twice Tybalt's size, with strong broad shoulders, a tall stature, and muscled arms.
Tybalt stood up "What did you say about my dad?" he hissed.
"I said he was a bastard who killed my best friend!"
Tybalt leant in close "He deserved it. Fucking pig"
"Get out!" roared Anthony.
"No" refused Tybalt, sitting back down again.
"I said, get out!"
"Make me" mocked Tybalt, crossing his arms "I'll do what I want"
Anthony reached forwards, and seized Tybalt by the shoulders and tried to drag him out. Tybalt wasn't having any of it, and so he punched the man in the face. Rosaline gasped, but then realized this wasn't actually that shocking. Tybalt always fought with Montagues. He'd called Mercutio homophobic names, shoved Benvolio's head down a loo and flushed it, punched Romeo for being Romeo. Then she gasped again. The Montague boys were boys. They were all younger than Tybalt. Anthony Montague was a grown man. Tybalt was strong and a devilish fighter, but could he take on a grown man, especially someone who worked out at the gym as often as Anthony?
"Get him, mate!" yelled Simon "Give him what he had coming!"
"Kill him!" jeered Petruchio. Tybalt and Anthony wrestled, and neither appeared to be winning.
"Go on, Tibby!" shrieked Rosaline. Tybalt struggled, flipped Anthony around and tried to pin him against the table. Anthony was too tough to pin, and so he shoved Tybalt around. The bouncers hurried over, and tried to pull Tybalt off of Anthony.
"Get him out of my club!" thundered Anthony "Get them all out!"
The bouncers picked them all up, marched them to the door, and tossed them out. It had taken three of them to hold down Tybalt, who wriggled and fought against them all to the very end. They threw them out in the street.
"Go home" they commanded.
"Now what?" asked Shari.
"We could go back to mine" suggested Greg "My parents are out for the weekend. I've got loads of booze and some weed. Let's really get the party started!"