Romeo and Juliet but Borderlands (Handsome Jack x Rhys)

Act III, Scene I

"Please, Wilhelm, let's just call it a day. It's too hot outside and if we bump into the Atlas house, there surely will be a fight. You know how everyone gets with this Pandoran heat," Blake begged Wilhelm as they trekked through the hot streets, sweat glistening their faces.

Wilhelm rolled his eyes and wiped some sweat off his forehead with his hand, "Blake, you're like one of those assholes who, when he goes into a bar, slams his gun onto the table and says 'I hope and pray I will never have to use you.' But by the time he gets his second beer, he pulls his gun at the bartender for no reason."

"What? I'm not one of those guys," Blake scratched the back of his neck, accidentally gathering sweat with his hand.

"Oh come on," Wilhelm playfully shoved him, "You get as angry as any other bandit on Pandora when it's like this out. When someone does the littlest thing to get you angry, you get angry; when you're in the mood to be angry, you always find something to get angry about."

"So? I'm not like that," Blake crossed his arms, shaking his head.

Wilhelm chuckled, "If there were two of you in the same room together, you'd kill each other," he paused and then shouted, "Don't you remember that time that you battled your tailor because he wore one of his new suits before it was in season?! And you're trying to teach me restraint!"

"If I fought nearly as much as you, I'd be broke from life insurance costs," Blake looked away from his friend as they continued walking.

"Oh, whatever."

As they continued walking in silence, they were surprised to find Vasquez  and his friends whispering to each other. The pair stopped in their tracks, unsure how to handle this. Blake muttered, "Oh great, here comes Atlas..."

Wilhelm straightened his posture and put a hand on his hip, "Well, well. I don't care."

Vasquez and his friends, lagging a bit behind, slowly yet purposely advanced towards them. When they deemed themselves close enough to the pair, Vasquez cleared his throat, "Good afternoon, gentlemen. I'd like to speak with one of you."

"A word with one of us?" Wilhelm laughed, shaking his head, "A word and a shot?"

"Oh I'm more than ready to do that, if you give me a reason to," Vasquez glared at him, stroking his holster to emphasize his point.

Wilhelm slowly reached for his holster, as well, not taking his stare off of Vasquez, "I'm sure you can find a reason without me giving you one."

"Wilhelm, you hang out with Jack, don't you?" The ugly man smirked.

"Hang out?" Wilhelm took out his gun, caressing it gently, despite his irate tone, "What? Do you think we're kids or something? If you think we're nothing but kids, then you can expect to hear nothing but noise!" He looked down his sights, "This is my boomstick and we can dance if you so wish. 'Hang out!'"

"Guys. Guys!" Blake shouted, moving between the two, "We're in public! Either we take this somewhere more private or we talk this over like gentlemen. Or we can all leave and forget this ever happened! Out here, everybody can see and hear us."