drabble - red herring

for the lotrips100 movie scene challenge. clue.

The dinner party, even before acquiring a body count, had been a disaster. Secrets were exposed; guests eyed each other with growing suspicion.

When Davies explained the con and proposed they abandon the bodies and leave quietly, Mr. Astin whipped out a pistol, beating Davies to the shot.

"Are you a cop?" Mrs. Wood asked, as the police poured in the front door.

"No. FBI. And if you want to know who killed Mr. Jackson," Mr. Astin declared, "I did. In the hall. With the revolver. Take 'em away, Chief. I'm going to go home and sleep with my wife."

(no subject)

this one is better, though the title leaves a lot to be desired -

some like it dom - monaboyd.

they're putting in locks on the cabinet here at work and it is so. damn. loud. i think i'll go to lunch soon just to get away from them. *whimper*

am seeing american splendor tonight. am far too excited about this. eee!

carry on.