What a party it was (To mock the aristocracy series)

Two brothers have a smoke by the fireplace after a party

 The night wind rushed through the open windows, shaking and playing with the fire crackling in the fireplace, their sound together filled the room joined by the rustling of a well dressed man smoking a pipe as he rested back in his chair, his tall slim figure on his cheap but fine looking red chair cast a shadow that stretched along the floor behind him as he blew smoke rings up to the ceiling.
 He had just came back from the party he worked hard to attend, desperately trying to make a good impression on the large gathering of rich merchants and noble estate owners that had taken place on the town square, he dressed up in the finest suit he could afford, practiced his entrance time and time again, only to end up sweaty tired and in a ripped suit back in the small apartment he shared with his brother. oh how he loved the idea of a high class life, the articulate speech, the fine silk clothes the food the style the women and their classy dresses.
 -Oh those dresses- he mumbled to himself, a cloud of smoke leaving along with his bittersweet words.
 Putting a stop to his daydreaming came in with loud steps the culprit, the jester, the jokester the lady charming boaster, or so he liked to think of himself as such, he walked around his own simple wooden chair and dropped himself in it next to his brother.
 -Well that was a fun party- he said as he sat down pulling a pipe from his shorts' pocket -we should go to more of those.
 -It wasn't a "party", Nicholas- he responded with his usual impeccable focus on enunciation -It was a gathering of some of the most important people in the country, something regal, something fine, worthy of the standards of a king, something i sacrificed dearly to participate in- he turned his head to mister Nicholas with blood in his eyes.
 -something you ruined-
 he turned back to watch the ceiling -as you ruin everything that could get us ahead in life.
 Nick shrugged off that last comment pressing tobacco into his pipe as he said
 -Oh come on Will it was just a few balloons, i just thought the party looked a little dea-
 He was abruptly cut off by his brother, yelling so loud the fire seemed to grow from his sheer anger.
 -With Paint in them Nicholas! Paint! And that's "Mister William" to you now sir!
 Nicholas stood back a bit startled by how angry Will had gotten, leaning away from the man with seemingly murderous intent sitting next to him.
 -Alright alright I'm sorry, you don't have to bite my head off, besides no one there even knows who we are.
 Will rested back on his chair exhaling and calming himself down a bit, watching the fires dance in front of him.
 -Also you gotta admit, the fat guy in the pink suit tripping over himself was a pretty funny sight to run away from wasn't it?
 William even let a small chuckle out, beginning to see the humor in all of this, saying with a small smile.
 -I guess I didn't catch that.
 he brought his pipe back up to his mouth, pulling the smoke in before the smile ran away from his face as his mind started putting the pieces together.
 -Wait a minute, fat guy in a pink suit, Nicholas that's our landlord! i saw him walking to the dry cleaners after we had gotten away!
 Nicholas waved his hand in protest.
 -no no no our landlord only has that pretty white suit his wife got for him
 -Well it was white, until you went on a pink paint balloon spree!
 Will yelled out realizing the full extent of what his brother had done.
 -I'm not that stupid Will i wouldn't let our landlord get caught in the middle of all that.
 he was interrupted by loud banging on their door and angry shouting breaking the otherwise calm quiet room, the two brother swinging their heads towards the New voice joining the conversation.
 -Nicholas! Open this door! Do you have any idea of the embarrassment you put me through boy?! I'm gonn-
 the yelling and screaming went on as William turned to nick, who took a puff of his pipe calmly stating.
 -Well i stand corrected.
 Will sighed and got up from his chair tapping the ashes out of his pipe and making his way towards the window, with nick getting up to follow him as he passed by.
 -At least you can recognize that much.
 He said as he swung his leg climbing out in his escape.