Chapter 10: The Roommate
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A strange boy is flailing himself around the balcony. He stops when he sees me, quite obviously inebriated: “Aye Juliet? Be that you?”
“No…” I want to go back inside, but I also want to see what else he’ll say.
“But you be on thy balustrade. Let me come over; we shall cavort over caviar and champagne.” He keeps flinging his arms around and not breaking eye contact. He’s not even bad looking; he just looks kind of weird in his Romeo tights and a see-through blouse.
“Okay, I’m sure that wasn’t in iambic pentameter.”
The sliding door opens, and Cam steps out. He sizes up the situation and grabs the guy’s shoulder. “Hey, Kat, I see you’ve met my roommate.”
“He wants to cavort with me,” I say, entirely unhelpfully.
“Oh, honourable Cambriel. Please meet thy fair neighbouring maiden!” He throws an arm around Cam and hugs his side; he rolls his eyes.
“What's his problem?”
“Told you he was weird.” He turns to his roommate, “Dude, how much did you drink?”
He makes fluttering motions with his hands, “Only a pint. Perhaps a number, with thy cavorting gentlefriends and chambermaids of course!”
Cam shoves him through the sliding door and shakes his head smiling before following him.
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