We were all assigned a character. Scott, a lawyer and golfer; me the wealthy man's secretary; Bree, a sexy American starlet; and Stan, a doctor. Stan's bag was magical. He had it stuffed full of premade shots and mini-liquors. He would say, "Anyone have an earache?" and pull one out.
The whole crew. The other guests were, a wealthy businessman, an heiress/eyeshadow model, the host's bastard son and avid mountain climber, and a famous author.
this picture cracks me up. this was at the very end. not one person guessed the correct murderer. we were all fooled.
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