The group started talking casually enough, but eventually their chatter turned suspicious. They seemed to have a hard time deciding who was the most guilty-looking of them though. Joyce's enigmatic dying words about the Mimes made everything murky and confusing. The copious amounts of alcohol didn't help either.
As dawn approached, with no decision is sight, Witheweaver spoke up, "Didn't you read what Joyce wrote? 'Beware of the flapper!'"
Everyone looked to Lady Twysden.
"I say, this is good wine," Lady Twysden held up her glass. "We ought to toast something. Here's to poor Joyce."
"This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. You don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like this. You lose the taste," said Sudgy.
Lady Twysden's glass was empty.
"You're charming when you're drunk," said Seprix, "but were you trying to distract us with that toast? We are not so easy to manipulate."
Everyone set down their drinks. Quicksync quietly got up to fetch the police.
Axxle pushed back his chair and helped Lady Twysden stumble out of the bookshop just as a pair of constables came jogging up the street. She turned and looked sadly at the group gathered in front of the door.
"Oh, Gkrieg," said Lady Twysden, "we could all have had such a damned good time together."
"Yes," XerxesPraelor said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"
The policemen cuffed her hands behind her back and dragged her off.
Awaclus has been lynched. He was Lady Duff Twysden, a Vanilla Townie.
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Edit: looks better in black.