Who: Agnes Bergkvist Reyes and OPEN What: Bar. Booze. Loose tongues. Duffman says oh yeah. Where: The hotel bar When: After dinner on day 4 (Backdating this because of my vacation absence, hope that's all right with our lovley mod?) Privacy: Public Complete: No
Gin and tonics, a boon to tired tourists and and murder suspects alike. Not that Agnes was certain of being more than one of the two, but at least she was fairly certain there had been a murder. Crossing her legs and shuffling sideways a little to keep from sliding off the bar stool, she glanced around her. The notion that she was over-dressed hadn't yet crossed her mind, her high heeled sandals were too fine for that. She was feeling lonely though, and longing for someone to talk to. What fun was a murder mystery if there was no one to share gossip and suspicions with?