It was the night of the annual Capulet party, thrown on every full moon. This particular night was specifically special because it was a full moon and a blood moon, As always, it was loud, and rowdy. Their air smelt of alcohol, cigar smoke, clashing bodies, and something metallic.

Tybalt himself was standing in the corner of the grand ballroom of the Capulet estate, watching everything with almost dead looking eyes, a glass of a certain red substance resting between his fingers.

His eyes flickered over to Juliet every once and while, making sure she wasn't being taken advantage of, or making any decisions he deemed "questionable." As his eyes scanned the room...he noticed a familiar mop of curly brown hair...his face hidden under a hood. His heavenly muse...Mercutio Escalus. The man was standing with two other men...one of which was blonde. He recognized the blonde mop as Benvolio...Which meant the tallest figure had to be Romeo. He scoffed. They thought they were slick, didn't they? Sneaking into a Capulet party.