Criswell is lingering by the door to the 'speakeasy' when Marion comes calling, looking down into his own (mostly untouched) cocktail and considering what to do from here and thinking about how a prizefighter would stand. He squares his shoulders when he looks in the woman's direction, offering a thin smile, "Right after 'subtle', I'm guessing?"
"Trixie Goode? Are you certain that's not an alias to throw us off the trail?" Criswell inquires, nevertheless taking the offered hand and squeezing far harder than is necessary as he shakes it. The upstart prizefighter doesn't know his own strength, obviously.
Criswell yelps in surprise and makes a scrambling attempt to catch the glass before it can fall. Unfortunately, his reflexes and coordination aren't up to the task. Down it goes.
There's a stage gasp (is that a thing? like a stage whisper but it's a gasp? it's a thing now.) and, after a beat, Marion cries out in an increasingly-louder voice: "You murderer!"
It doesn't matter that she dropped the glass, he let it happen.
Criswell jumps as the glass strikes the floor and shatters, then gapes at Marion. Murderer? What she is she even on about? Why is she always like this? He shakes his head, immediately digging into his suit jacket for his wand (they're in need of a Reparo, roleplay or no roleplay), and sputtering, "Me? You dropped it!"
SPEAKEASY: Marion & Criswell
SPEAKEASY: Marion & Criswell
SPEAKEASY: Marion & Criswell
Roleplay.
"Michael Honeyman."
Re: SPEAKEASY: Marion & Criswell
SPEAKEASY: Marion & Criswell
SPEAKEASY: Marion & Criswell
It doesn't matter that she dropped the glass, he let it happen.
SPEAKEASY: Marion & Criswell