[He watches her, hands in his pockets, until she approaches him. He looks down at her, rolling his eyes]
This isn’t a romantic comedy movie. Of course you had a great time.
[Leaning closer, he lowers his voices to nearly a whisper]
Even though it didn’t end the way they normally do.
[ Her smile falls for a moment, her expression amused. ]
Well, don’t spoil it.
[ She shakes her head until he leans in, a small blush rising to her cheeks. ]
Well, if things to happen to well…
…Just keep in mind that I only specified first dates.
[Glancing at the clock]
It’s getting late.
[ She glances up after him, nodding and turning back. ]
I should get going.
[ She smiles and moves over to where her coat and shoes are, shrugging one on and slipping into the heels. Once the task was finished, she moves back over to him, still smiling. ]
I had a great time tonight.
No, you’d have to have guessed who it was to do that.
[He stands up, taking the champagne bottle with him]
I’ll settle for a draw.
[ She laughs lightly, shaking her head and standing with him. ]
So what, we’re equally losers here?
[He snatches the cards from the center of the table, glaring at them]
I was right about Miss Scarlett. Clearly they didn’t even consider the possibility of another weapon.
[He throws the cards down on the table and grabs the champagne, drinking all that is left over]
[ She watches, trying to hide the growing smugness within her. ]
So…basically, I won.
A syringe has to be more specific. It wouldn’t be very efficient if she just injected it into some random area— especially with the possibility of hitting bone. Knives are less specific, and slitting a throat doesn’t take very long, if you do it right.
[Sitting back, crossing his arms]
[ She sighs, growing annoyed. ]
Fine; look at the answer. See that you’re wrong.
A syringe is too nonspecific— plus, it might require some brute force. She’d have bruises at the very least. As for poison— Hey, wait— You’re being defensive. Obviously you find my suggestion valid. I win.
[With a completely serious look]
[ Her eyes widen in surprise at his conclusion, quickly narrowing with her furrowed brow. ]
No I don’t! I’m disproving you is what I’m doing. And are you implying that a knife would require less force than a syringe? To cause traumatic injury, both would need force, so there goes your bloody lipstick knife conclusion.
Yes it is, you can buy them on the internet. Miss Scarlett is too ladylike for any of these weapons— I mean, a wrench? Come on. Look at her fingernails. She’d have cracked at least one of them beating someone to death with a wrench or a crowbar.
[ She raises a brow. ]
Basil, it’s completely random. Besides, what about the syringe or the poison? Both would be fitting for her role, since you’re fixated on that.
[He looks at his card, looks at the board, and then declares;]
It was Miss Scarlet with her lipstick knife in the bathroom.
[ She stares at him for a second. ]
Basil, that’s not a weapon.