Mercutio turns around, he sees the fellow Tybalt and rolls his eyes. “that king of cats is from the house of Capulet, we doth not involve ourselves with those folk” He takes a sip of wine. Benvolio sulks. ¨But Mercutio, wherefore not alloweth wend of the quarrel. We art at a party. Wherefore not has't excit'ment.” Benvolio nudges his friend. Tybalt looks across the ballroom, scanning for any other unwelcome guests. Romeo is about with another girl, they run to a hiding spot. Tybalt cant quite tell who it is though. He squeezes through the crowd to Mercutio and Benvolio, who are caught wrestling for a drink. ¨Careful Mercutio hes coming ov'r hither.¨ Benvolio pushes Mercutio. Mercutio groans. ¨How many times doth I telleth thee, that gent doesn't wanteth anything to doth with us. ¨ Tybalt grabs three drinks and fiddles with his hair. He pulls on his gold and red masquerade mask. ¨Might I interest thee gentlemen in a drink?¨ He holds out two of the three glasses to Mercutio and Benvolio. Using his way of words to sound the most welcoming. Benvolios face turns red. ¨Wherefore of course we wast fighting ov'r one. Thank thee kind gent.¨ Mercutio slaps Benvolio. ¨What the hell is wrong with thee, thee sounds like a helpless mistress.¨ Mercutio whispers into Benvolios ear. Tybalt couldn't help but laugh, looking into Mercutio´s eyes. He looks at Benvolio and smiles. Benvolio quickly put on his mask to hide his face. Mercutio slaps Benvolio once more and he falls. Mercutio cackles and takes a drink from Tybalt ¨Thank thee.¨
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