open: the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow boy's butt shaft

[bymyheelies]

For those that care to spend time with Mercutio; they may note that today he is conspicuously hard to find. He is still reeling from the recent news of Romeo's fate at the end of their story, and not entirely sure how to proceed with it. Ideally, at home, he would find some way to take his mind off of pressing matters: spend time with his friends (friend, now, singular) or find someone entertaining to harass about the town and make merry. If he was in a particularly snappish mood he would invariably end up picking a fight with Capulets, one in particular.

That is not the case today. Someone attuned to the general sounds of the mansion might hear a steady sort of thunking noise coming from an out-of-the-way bar. It is there that Mercutio can be found, various bottles of alcohol open at his side. He has clearly been there some time by the looks of it, and is currently engrossed in throwing a small selection of daggers at the wall. Despite his intoxication, he is doing a reasonably good job at it; but judging from the stormy look on his face, he does not entirely wish to be bothered.

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[bymyheelies]

“A poor duelist I would be, if I could not aim,” he replies, settling back to take another drink of the nearest bottle. He doesn’t know what it is; but he will undoubtedly have a terrible hangover later.

[sagramore]

"That's right, I do remember the duels. How are you?"

[bymyheelies]

He nods and takes a swig of that one, too. "My thanks."

[futaille]

"Always willing to share."

[bymyheelies]

He shrugs. "I do not know the whole of the story. I only know that he killed himself over a woman."

[bymyheelies]

"Thank you," he says, and it is pointedly not with the sort of warmth and charm that he normally directs at Aleks. "I am skilled with knives."

[bymyheelies]

There's a shrug. "I do well enough."

[bymyheelies]

He laughs, but there is very little humor in it. "That depends on the day, my lady. I do keep things lively; but today it is news from Verona."

[sagramore]

"You're in a drinking humor."

[bymyheelies]

"Ay. What of it?" You would be too, if you had just found out one of your best friends killed himself. But he's certainly not going to say that, instead opting to consider Sagramore cautiously.

[sagramore]

"Do you want company?" mildly. He doesn't intend to get particularly drunk, but he thinks that might put Mercutio at ease.

[tallyyoungblood]

"Oh, well, it was a whole thing where one of them thought the other died and killed themselves, and then the first one woke up and saw the other one dead and killed themselves," Tally says. "Either way, I do get why you're mad."

[greentara]

"Verona-- in Italy," Constance repeats, lightly. "What news?"

[bymyheelies]

He shrugs. "Do as thou wilt."

[bymyheelies]

He raises his eyebrows. "Ay, so I have heard." That may or may not be a pun; depending on his mood.

[futaille]

"Oh, clever."

[bymyheelies]

"News of the fate of my friend. It was not good news."

[bymyheelies]

"Foolishness upon foolishness, I see." He sighs and idly tosses another knife. This one doesn't connect; but in fairness, he is not making much of an effort currently. "I am not entirely surprised."

[bymyheelies]

There's a dry grin, and he toasts Grantaire vaguely. "I am quick with my tongue indeed."

[futaille]

"Oh, that much is clearly evident."

[bymyheelies]

"Why good sir, we scarcely know each other."

[futaille]

"I was simply agreeing with you!"

[tallyyoungblood]

Tally feels a little defensive of Romeo, since he probably had some kind of undiagnosed mental health problem--that always seemed to happen to pre-Rusties--but she's getting the sense that maybe Mercutio is a little like Shay, and he's angry because he cares.

"What were some good things about him?" she asks.

[greentara]

"I am sorry to hear that. And hence," she nods at the daggers in the wall, "you've decided on the ill fate of the wall as well."

[sagramore]

So Sagramore slides onto the barstool beside him and takes one of the open bottles. It's strawberry and lemongrass Grey Goose, and it's not terrible? He's honestly a little surprised by how not-terrible it is.

"What's the occasion, by the way?"