Who: Rhys and Juliet!
What: LOLS
Where: Rhys' apartment!
When: TONIGHT!


"RHYS AMAURY NOTT!"

The rage in Juliet Dearborn's voice was at a new level, a level that would have surprised even herself were she not too busy seeing red. Her voice boomed over the slam of his front door and her loud footsteps as she stormed into his apartment and to his living room. "GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW, I KNOW YOU'RE HOME, YOU IDIOT BASTARD!"

Ohhh she couldn't believe him, he had really outdone himself this time. She had thought she was rid of him after the shag but no, no he had to go and do the unthinkable, he had to---not even she would have pulled that trick, it was so low, so fucking stupid, oh that fucking wanker was going to die. She hadn't spent long enough in Theo's presence to hear if he was even in on it or not, to be honest, but Juliet knew. She knew that Rhys was the only one that could have come up with such a way to piss her off and she knew that there was no way she was playing these stupid fucking games with him anymore. She was done, and she wasn't going to leave this apartment until he understood that fucking with her was not an option anymore, he had overstepped his boundaries so far, he had---he had---holy fuck.

What the fuck?

Rhys jumped out of his chair as he heard the door slam, and cursed as he watched his wand fly from beneath his fingertips and roll under the table. Yes, he definitely did not have time to pick that up from the sound of approaching Juliet's footsteps (while it was about five octaves higher than normal, he could still tell it was her voice). Though he severely wished he still had it. To, you know, protect his life from immediate doom, apparently.

And why the hell not, everyone else seemed to be after his blood lately, or just to fucking piss the hell out of him.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Rhys yelled back automatically in the same angry tone. His hands went up into the air as he face contorted defensively. He was possibly just as angry as Juliet was, then, but. It dulled in comparison to the extremely angry Juliet Dearborn standing in front of him. Yelling at him. For an unknown reason. Which really had to be good, since he hadn't bothered her in weeks purposely. He should probably deal with her first, since she seemed ready enough to kill him. "WHAT THE HELL!"

Juliet had her arms already across her chest in that famous pissed-off stance of hers and daggers in her glare as Rhys came into her line of sight. Yelling just about as loudly as she was, actually, which was so fucking funny seeing as he had no right to be angry at her for storming in like this when he'd gone and done the unthinkable. Which he was going to so fucking regret by the time she was finished with him, and she fucking hoped that he knew it.

She rolled her eyes, feeling her blood boiling as he tried to play the innocent act. What the hell, oh what the hell her ass, she wasn't even going to fucking acknowledge that question---

"I AM GIVING YOU ONE FUCKING CHANCE, NOTT, ONE CHANCE TO CALL YOUR BROTHER OFF AND TELL HIM TO NEVER SPEAK TO ME ABOUT THIS---THIS---MARRIAGE BULLSHIT YOU THOUGHT UP BEFORE I CASTRATE YOU AND FEED YOU TO MY FUCKING CAT!" She took a deep breath as she finished screaming at him (despite that he was no more than five feet away).

His face darkened instantly, as if he had not just been screamed in the face at. Actually, Rhys' face seemed to be perfectly calm for a few moments as he took everything in quickly. She thought--- he wanted to--- that he had planned the entire--- and now she---

"OH, YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" Rhys hollered suddenly, instantly roaring back into life as everything clicked together neatly. There was no way in hell he would take any form of responsibility for this messed up little game their older brothers (and who else? Knowing Caradoc, a whole on-slot of people were involved by now) were playing.

"MY BROTHER? MY BROTHER?" Rhys repeated, his hand digging deeper into his chest with every word. "MY FUCKING BROTHER?" Oh, that was bloody rich. Of all the shit he had been put through in the past few weeks, the one thing that Juliet gets is the mild-tempered Hamilton simply talking to her about all this. She wasn't harped everyday, she wasn't practically being stalked, and she most certainly did not get sent a fucking ring. "MAYBE YOU SHOULD CONTROL YOUR FUCKING BROTHER BEFORE YOU COME SCREAMING TO ME ABOUT ANYTHING!" he continued, moving to lean on the tips of his toes to stand that much taller.

"HE'S BEEN PLAGUING ME FOR WEEKS!"

For possibly the first time ever, Juliet had fallen completely silent in the middle of an argument. Her mouth gaped open just a centimeter or two--although she was doing her best to stop that before it got too far--as she listened to what Rhys was screaming back at her, and as the whole idea of just what was going on fell completely and perfectly into place in her mind.

He was---Caradoc was----behind the whole---and he had Theo in on it too and----

It was almost even more incomprehensible now, to think that her fucking brother would do this. Rhys she expected to do things to piss her off, that was just how things were between them, and---and okay, she occasionally expected Caradoc to piss her off too, because he was her older brother and that was a given, but to do this? To go this far? She was going to murder him, and Juliet's hands fell to her side and her knuckles turned white as she clenched her fists just thinking about it. This was a new height even for a Dearborn to go to, and then to do it to his own sister and---

"Oh my GOD, what the FUCK is his PROBLEM!" she screamed out in frustration, not even at Rhys. Juliet spun around and pulled at her hair, every second she went on thinking about this and invisioning Caradoc's face becoming more and more furious. "I----that WANKER!"

"I DON'T KNOW, HE'S YOUR BROTHER!" Rhys yelled, unable to wind down just yet. He took a few loud, deep breaths and clenched his jaw tight as Juliet turned away from him. Despite that they had finally thwarting the 'ultimate plan,' Rhys didn't feel as fulfilled as he should have been at that point. There was something else still hanging. Aside from the anger, loathing, urge to kill and various other things.

His eyes wandered for a few seconds across his living room (a new technique he was trying to calm down quickly), and it had been working--- until his eyes landed on the side table near the door. A new boiling anger washed over him, and his body began to smolder as his eyes locked on the tiny small box sitting there.

"He sent me a fucking ring," he spat randomly, roughly under more self-control. With a quick step, Rhys swiped the box from off the table (yes, it hadn't moved from when it had first arrived) to drop it into Juliet's hands unceremoniously. Rhys had completely ignored that it was, in fact, something he probably would have picked out and wasn't that bad to begin with. But right now, and to him, he would rather die then even admit that remotely. A wandering thought of actually killing Caradoc Dearborn breezed through his mind, and he seriously entertained it.

Juliet didn't even have time to think before the velvet box was dropped into her hands, and she caught the thing out of reflex a good five seconds before she realized what it was he was handing her. "He fucking didn't," she hissed as she stared down at the box, her eyes stuck on it as she wondered what the fuck to do with it. Did she open it? There was a cursed inkling of curiosity there to see what Caradoc had wasted his money on, but would that give Nott the wrong idea? She was by no means interested in anything but seeing the thing, and she didn't want to make him think any further than---oh what the fuck, did it honestly fucking matter at this point?

She hesitated for a split second before taking one of her hands and flipping open the top, to reveal a---okay, it was... alright. Passable. Slightly stunning diamond ring. That was a very good choice for someone that was picking out a ring for his sister and---holy shit, no. She hated him, and she hated his fucking ring too and. This was stupid.

Remembering just how pissed off she was about this whole thing, Juliet moved to close the box. She was halfway there until her hand decided to halt over the ring, and before she knew it she had the piece of jewelry in between her thumb and index finger and had discarded on the side table it had come from. And suddenly she had it.

"I think I know what to do with this."

He took another deep breath, and closed his eyes for a few moments, still entertaining the idea of murder. But even then, Rhys pushed it out of his mind. Calming down was something that needed to be done, now, and-- yes. After a few more long breaths, at least his head had stopped pounding, and his heart rate had come down to a normal rate.

Rhys opened his eyes just in time to watch (in horror? He was emotionally numb at this point, so it was hard to say) Juliet take the ring, hiss at the ring, open the box, look at the ring, begin to close the box--- then take the ring out and throw the box back onto the table. His mouth opened slightly, definitely in surprise, as she nestled it with care in between two fingers. What was she doing? She had definitely made it perfectly clear that---

"You... have a more inventive form of revenge?" he asked quickly, and lowly, feverishly trying to put together what she was already thinking. What was she getting at? Rhys waited, surprisingly with patience, for her response.

Juliet narrowed her eyes at him in impatience, quite certain that she was not about to suggest this to someone who was too daft to get what she meant in the first place. Which she didn't think Rhys was, not really, not with the way that he spoke---maybe he didn't understand exactly what she was suggesting, but he did have an inkling, that much she could tell.

"Correction: I have the perfect form of revenge," she answered, not stopping to think about the fact that this was the first time they had spoken in half-civil tones in over a year. There was no time for silly reminiscing, after all, when they had so much to take care of. There were brothers to get back at, to exasperate beyond all reason, and she had just the plan. Which was so very backwards and exact that had she been any less brilliant, she might have been surprised she had come up with it. But then again, she always had been the smart one in her family.

Juliet looked up, meeting his eyes and feeling rather conspiratorial about it all. Which was strange when she remembered that she was talking to Rhys, but then again--they had gotten along once, hadn't they? "In my reasoning, there is a very good chance that despite our most passionate attempts, for whatever reason, our brothers and their idiot willpower are not going to back down about this subject. Also in my reasoning, the only way that there is to foil their plans, is to go completely along with them. And never allow them to be any the wiser until, at one point or another, they have completely exhausted their energy in their attempts."

She glanced down at the ring again, then extended it towards him. Juliet almost couldn't believe she was doing this---almost. "So, Nott, you can sit there and play stupid to what I'm telling you, or we can leave right now and get this over with. Your choice."

He was definitely--- no, this was far to surreal to actually be anything but what was actually the happening-truth. Juliet had just seriously suggested they go get married to ultimately spite their older brothers. She had just honestly extended the ring back out at him, and had just literally given him the final choice. All while in such a tone that had suggested they had never been on bad terms with each other ever.

This was just a bit unbelievable. Like he heard the words she was saying, and understood them completely now (yes, it made perfect sense--- exactly what only she would be able to come up with), but it just didn't click. Rhys felt stupid standing there as he listened to her. This was not complex Arthimancy. He got it. But-- Rhys focused in on the ring, reminding himself of all those emotions that had previously rushed through him to the point of having a personality disorder. And then it came to him quickly.

Nope, he didn't have a problem with this at all.

Rhys looked up from the ring, especially focusing on Juliet's face. He knew well enough by now that she was serious, of course she was serious-- that wasn't what he was looking for on her face. Just... something. Whatever it was, Rhys found it and a quick smirk formed on his face as he was filled to the brim with a very filling understanding. Without a second thought, he snatched the ring out of her hand and pocketed it.

"Let's go."