Sylvie and Wendy
"Fair point," Sylvie agreed, taking another swig. She was definitely going to pass out tonight. It wasn't that much alcohol compared to how much she consumed some nights, but coupled with her exhaustion it would help her sleep well.
"Hm. Someone who hated him - oh wait, that's everyone. Someone we wouldn't expect, I bet. Like Dunstan!Maybe he offed one of his precious duckies. Or that Smethley bint - didn't they have an altercation earlier tonight?" Sylvie had only vaguely paid attention since she had been more interested in getting a snack and seeing the show at about that time, but she vaguely remembered something like that.