Tinny jazz music piping through the study, Darby was leaning over a particularly enthusiastic theatre student who was taking his role asĀ āthe dead bodyā very seriously. The boy laid on the floor, occasionally grunting out a moan, his white t-shirt stained with fake blood. She reached out a boot to nudge his side slightly, which only earned her a peak from between his eyelids with a begrudging look.Ā āWhat do you think?ā she asked a passerby, tossing hair over her shoulder to look at them, lips twitching upwards.Ā āWas it Colonel Mustard in the study with a pipe?ā She joked, red lips staining the brim of her champagne flute as she took a sip.Ā āHey, what do you think your secret codename would be? Iām partial to something like The Nightingale. Or the Thot.ā @yatesstartersā
