fandomtownies | Pixie Dust, Monday, 3/2

After quickly shoving the leftover cruisewear into boxes, Romeo settled behind the counter and pulled out his phone. It was early in Verona, but not so early Benvolio wouldn't be awake.

There was chat about Romeo's father (hale and well), the weather (beautiful in Verona, too bad to think about in Fandom), and Rosaline (Glowing, apparently.) "And how fares your love?" Ben asked, a smile in his voice.

"Healthy enough, yet not as well as one might like," Romeo said, clenching his eyes closed out of the effort it took to admit this. "I married again, and not to her."

A burst of horrified laughter came from the other end of the phone. "Laugh not, to my sorrow 'tis true," Romeo said plaintively. "It was a horrible, horrible mistake. If I send the papers to you, might our lawyers find a way to undo it?" He briefly explained the situation, wincing the whole time.

Benvolio sobered. "Your love still lies entirely in a bottle and your eyes, then. Ah, coz, we can do this but 'twill be at some cost."

"Not entirely," Romeo protested.

"Perhaps not in the whole, but so near to that as for it to be a fair description," Benvolio said, voice going tight. "Send the papers Post Haste. They should be able to cancel the wedding as quick as anything."

Romeo was not, after all, the first Montague to marry hastily and unwisely. He thanked his cousin profusely before hanging up and trying to go back to work.

Somehow, he couldn't concentrate.

[OOC: Open store, no OCD, expect SP most of today.]