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Gangs of Verona (Part 4)

Lord Montague led them down the dimly lit hall, breathing hard by the time they reached the end. A solid oak door, stained black, barred the way. The Lord pulled a key from his belt, inserting it with a leer.

For all the darkness of the hall, the room meant for the girls was full of light and color. Dust motes danced through the sun drenched air spilling through the high long windows. Massive pillows of blue and gold splayed haphazardly across the floor, while a canopy big large enough to hold ten people occupied an entire corner of the room. It was a beautiful prison, one that would do little to take away the horrible reality of their situation. The door closed with final click and Lord Montague turned to them with a greasy smile.

It seemed their new lives would begin now. She wondered if the Lord knew his own son deflowered her first. She doubted he cared. He circled them, sizing them up before finally reaching for Jules.

"I think I shall indulge with you first-"

The door slammed open.

"Nope, nope, I'm done. This is gross. I want my damn woman." Romeo hobbled into the room, making pretty decent speed with those sticks helping him along. He reached up, ripping off the mask. "Done with this too. Thing's a pain in the ass." He threw the canes to the ground, stretching his spine with a few audible cracks.

"Aaaaagh, that smarts," said Romeo, jerking his head at Jules. "You ready to get out of here, beautiful?"

"Thank God, I thought I was seriously going to have to bang your toad of a father," said Jules, yanking the furry headdress off to reveal a bikini top and daisy dukes. "Can Rosy come too? This place blows."

"Hell yeah, need someone to keep Benny company or he is just going to whine at me." He nodded to Rose. "You in?"

"Pfft, beats this shithole," said Rose shaking out of her own elaborate garb.

Lord Montague looked between them, completely flabbergasted by the turn of events. "Wait no," he searched his bulk, pulling a ream of paper from a questionable nonexistent pocket. "It says right here I get to bang her, then you come in for a sad, existential heart to heart before both of you succeed in finally killing yourselves as fate intended."

"Oh screw that crap, it was bad enough the first time." Jules rolled her eyes, shaking her hair loose. It felt so good to be out of those damn furs.

"But...I want to shag," said a despondent Montague.

"Come on guys," Ben burst into the room, holding an open beer and twirling his shades. "Time is a'wasting!" He eyed Rose in her butter yellow sun dress. "Damn girl, you are a fine piece of-"

Romeo covered his mouth. "I thought you learned the first go round how to talk to women?"

There was a muffled 'Sorry'. Rose stepped up to him, tapping her chin.

"I don't mind a work in progress but you grab my ass and I will rip your balls off, clear?"

Ben gulped. "Crystal." Rose sniffed, strutting from the room. Ben turned to Romeo, waggling his eyebrows. "Girl has fire. I like it," he said, following after her. Montague looked at the two of them, threw down the thick packet of paper and stomped from the room.

Jules shook her head as Romeo slung an arm around her. He was still a bit pale but some time in the sun would sort him out. "Ready to go off-script?" His eyes danced, just like she remembered.

"Yeah, I think it's time we claim our own ending." She grinned at him.

They drove a lime green Cadillac off into the sunset, with a cooler of beer, an entire red velvet cake, a box of Green Jello, and no rules to bind them.