Romeo and Juliet but Borderlands (Handsome Jack x Rhys)

Act II, Scene IV

The same day; as Jack was visiting the friar, Blake and Wilhelm chatted amongst themselves at the Hyperion House. As always, Blake was freaking out, worried about how Jack has not returned home since he mysteriously went out to get a fresh breath of air after the party last night. Wilhelm, on the other hand and as usual, tried to calm his friend down, knowing that Jack can handle himself. The two were sitting down on the tweed couch, Blake running a hand through his hair, distressed.

"I wonder where the hell he is, though," Wilhelm mumbled to himself in curiosity.

Blake harshly exhaled, "Well, he certainly isn't here!"

Wilhelm stretched and sighed, "It probably has something to do with Nisha, knowing Jack."

A knock at the door rudely interrupted their conversation, a loader bot rushing to check who it is. The loader bot opened the door and quickly returned to the two with a letter adressing Handsome Jack himself. The servant spoke, "Vasquez hath sent a letter to Sir Handsome Jack. His coordinates are currently unknown. The letter will be delivered to him shortly."

The two gave each other a brief look and promptly nodded. Wilhelm then spoke, "I'll bet its an invitation to duel."

"Of course it is," Blake rolled his eyes, knowing how salty those of the Atlas family can be. He began again, "Well, Jack will surely answer to that 'invitation'. He can write pretty well."

Wilhelm made a face and then laughed, "No, Blake, Jack will definitely answer in person. As in, they are going to fight in person. Not write a letter in response," Wilhelm sighed, "But will he win? Vasquez is quite a challenge, I hear."

"How so?" Blake crossed his arms in disbelief that the idiot of the Atlas house could be a good fighter.

Wilhelm lit a cigar and took a deep drag, "I hear he's tougher than the legendary siren who once ate a bowl of nails for breakfast without milk. He's always training at the shooting range, finding an outlet for his temper, I guess. Jack may not make it out alive. Though, of course, Vasquez could always just be the wallethead ass he is and I could just be overcompensating."

Blake nodded, taking this all in, "Jack will be fine, I'm sure. I've seen his shooting."

Speak of the devil, because the man of the hour, Handsome Jack, walked in through the door, reading what looked to be a tabloids magazine with an intense expression on his face.

"We were so worried about you Jack? Where the hell were you?" Blake jumped off the couch and crossed his arms in a rather motherly way.

Wilhelm, too, crossed his arms and tsked, "Here you are, Jack. Home late again, and you didn't even bring your girl," he shook his head, "Nisha, I tell you man. She's being quite a bad influence, if I say so myself. Ditching us like that."

Jack glared at the two and closed the magazine as he put his hands on his hips. He gestured around, "Well, good morning to you two, too!" He ran a hand through his hair, "I did not ditch you guys!"

"Bro, you ditched us!" Wilhelm barked, flicking his cigar onto the ashtray.

Last night finally clicked in Jack's brain and he sighed, "Sorry! I had important things I had to do! You know, Handsome Jack's got a busy life, cupcake, what can I say?"

"By busy, you mean you were getting it on with Nisha?" Wilhelm sassed back.

Blake gasped, "You what?! Jack! You were supposed to be getting over her! And what did I say about premarital sex!"