#framed!

Emerging from the bedroom of a dying party, Bradley walked into the kitchen holding a razor, blade dusted with fine, dark hair. “Hey, can you hold this?” Interrupting Elias in whatever he was doing, she placed it into his hand without waiting for an answer, moving on to wrench up a bottle of vodka. It was with a wordless inspection of the label that she ignored a few thundering footsteps, delayed post entrance but loud enough to make the glasses on the counter-tops tremble. “Who did it?!” The roar was audible from the stairwell and even throughout the house. Bradley simply went about pouring herself a drink, sloshing a cup halfway as the source of the shout finally burst through the doorway. Chest heaving with furious pants, an eyebrow-less frat type cast a crazed look around the kitchen, eventually noticing the razor in Elias’ hand. Everything had happened in such a quick chain reaction, that anyone would think it was scripted that way. “What the fuck, man? Did you shave off my fucking eyebrows?” @eliaspaxton​

Marcus: I absolutely cannot go into the Romanian embassy undercover, that's incredibly illegal