The lockdown was complete. Initiated by Stacy, the doors were all locked electronically and protected by her password. "Until the coppers arrive and we figure out what happened, no one leaves."
The room where most of the guests were gathered was strangely quiet. Music had been playing not ten minutes ago but the discovery of Hayne's breathless corpse has toned down the mood a bit. It was Jewel, the bodyguard who had confirmed Haynes' passing. Most sat in silence, either shocked or completely dumbfounded. Though the main lights now illuminated the room, colorful spots still danced on the walls, giving the atmosphere a strange, almost grotesque feeling.
Lying in the middle of the room, Haynes did not seem to mind. Being dead did that to people, apparently.
"He just fell. He was dancing but then, just fell..." Cindy whispered as her eyes watered up.
"We all know what happened!" Molly spat. "You were jealous because you were not getting any so, you snapped."
Stacy rolled her eyes. "Someone tell the domesticated prostitute she can bug off, please?"
Molly walked aggressively toward Stacey all while Cindy cried her heart out, sitting alone in a corner. Jewel did nothing to try and stop the imminent fight until the cook decided that enough was enough. "ÇA SUFFIT! ENOUGH! You girls act like children. Dees is not ze way to find ze answer! Calm down!"
Molly stopped her charge, punched a nearby wall and gave Stacy the finger.
Stacy ignored her. "So, how did he die?"
Jewel shrugged silently.
Stacy sighed. This would be a very long night.