Page 78 of Downfall

“Few hours.”

“And you?” I ask.

He grins more. “Longer.”

He’s never been all that articulate. In fact we’ve never had that great a relationship. Him and Tybalt used to bully me mercilessly when we were growing up so I tend to avoid him as much as possible but tonight perhaps I’m feeling masochistic.

“Shots?” I say.

He tilts his head. “The great Rose Capulet wants to drink with me?”

“It’s just drinks. Don’t let it go to your head.”

He snorts. “What’s the matter, none of your other friends wanna come out and play?”

“Who says I have other friends?” I ask before ordering a load of tequilas - minus the lemon and salt naturally.

He doesn’t reply except to start drinking and I have to race to catch up with him.

“So tell me what’s got our perfect princess all riled up?” He asks.

“What do you think?” I reply, my eyes betraying me by flickering to the corner where Team Montague is louder than ever.

He raises an eyebrow. “So that shit does affect you? You always seemed so above it.”

“Seriously?” I reply. “My entire life has been hijacked because of this rivalry or do you think I’m too empty headed to notice?”

“Nah, you’re not empty headed. Just stuck up.”

My jaw drops. I’m not stuck up. Sure I have walls. Sure I project a certain image but that’s to cover myself, to keep me safe from every arsehole that seems to reside in this city.

“And it’s not like you haven’t benefitted.” He continues. “Dear Uncle Ignatio ensured you married a Blumenfeld after all.”

“Aww what’s the matter Ty, you fancied Paris yourself is that it?” I tease.

“Fuck off.” He laughs.

“Would it ease the pain if I split all those millions with you?”

“Like you would.”

“Yeah I wouldn’t.” I say holding another shot up and he clinks his glass before we down them.

“Fucking bitch.” He mutters laughing.

“Arsehole.” I reply with a smirk.

He looks around again. “So what are we going to do about them?”

I don’t look this time. I keep my eyes on Ty because I don’t want to see him. “There’s nothing we can do.”

“Rubbish.” He states before opening his jacket just a tiny bit. “Not all of us are so defeatist.”

My eyes widen as I see the glint of the blade tucked neatly into his side. “Ty you can’t.”

“Why not? He killed Tybalt. Six years is hardly punishment enough for that.”

“You heard what Darius said.”

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