I was talking about the one with the long tongue that slobbers all over me.... Oh yeah you're right

gets up and leaves peculiar looking bar with weird groaning and head holding people... goes to room to sup on some laudanum ponder the evidence so far,  and await arrival of Watson..

Good day to you all.. .for now

Hi Harry, have a Fat Hooker on me. Don't worry Candi, it's a cocktail, not your new job title.

*has a snoop to see if that rather distinguished looking gent left any notes behind*

I need a drink.

I'm not getting very far with my investigation, I'm trying my best to watch everyone reeeally carefully, but it's hard work when they're all so pug ugly.

*mixes Bet a Disappointed Lady cos it suits her face*


Here are Bet, get this down you. They are a tough lot, aren't they? I'm mixing the cocktails extra strong tonight in the hope tongues will loosen.

How am i supposed to pump the suspects if they don't show??

Maybe they know you want to "pump" them and it's putting them off?

*Hands out the drinks*

Ive sobered myself up with drink from last night.

You're late Jen........you may be the bosses daughter...or should that be ex-bosses daughter...but we can still dock your wages!

So....what will happen to Sweaty Palms now Rolands been shafted by a rubber chicken? Will it all go to you? Quite handy that he died before marrying that Scarlett O'Dreary wasn't it?

Vi.....I get the Australian beer, and the Manhattan cocktail.....but what the hell are they drinking in London?

Was the engagement official then?? And who else would you expect it to go to Bet?

Is that what you were doing at the time of the murder?

G&T???? Fraightfully English Daaaarrrling.

Evening Al, honey. How are you holding up? I wonder if you have time for a quick natter? I'll make it worth your while

Always got time for you sweetheart..especially if it's oiled with a Scotch on the rocks

Oh dear god.... here comes the Elvis Impersonator Impersonator....Elvis diluted to the point of undetectability.

Hi Vi! I got your message. I'm here for you and ready to perform..

*pours Al a treble Scotch and drags him into dark corner*


Al, you were very close to Roland it seems. Can you tell me more about his wives? Are any of them still with us? What about Jen's Mum? Did you ever officiate at any of his marriages? Oh and I hope you are going to perform later, i can't wait to see those hips in action

Thank you very much lil lady
Just remember who the talent is in 'ere

Hi there Harry, what are you fancying tonight? I'm offering a mean Dry Hump if you want to test it?


I was just wondering about poor Dwight, such a hideous death, poor soul. Did that happen here or before you started working here? Oh, and how good are your hypnosis skills? I was wondering if you could hypnotise Bet into believing she can smile and her head won't explode?

Ahh Vi.. It's so hard to think about.. Happened a long time back. Right here in this casino before Roland (bless him) bought it. You have to remember the 3 of us go a long way back. Roland was always the manager type. Dwight was one of the best magicians on the circuit. The 2 of them had their spat, always coming up with new ideas. I tried to be as good as him but it was not to be. Then out for the blue a rabid rabbit. It just did not add up. The rabbit was placid. Wouldn't hurt a carrot .

You've given me an idea Vi.. This was a private function . There were only the very special invitation people here when it happened. How about we get them all together in here some time and I can hypnotise them one at a time.. I can dig deep into a persons mind.

Evening little people...*air kisses*

what does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?

I bet that's not the only place you can penetrate deeply, Harry.

I suppose we all look little to someone with an arse that big!

At least I have an arse sugar - tell me,did your lover do the ironing on your backside cos it sure is flat enough..

Scarlett, I have the perfect cocktail for you, here you go.


*passes Scarlett a perfectly mixed Pornodog*

Well I don't like to brag.. 

So Bet where were you when Roland needed you most.. Cleaning the toilets? I heard you were getting rid of staff and pocketing the money for yourself..

Not as close as has been insinuated earlier but yeah he was a good mate thank y' very much...
*takes drink**
We met at his 6th wedding at the chapel, I was an usher, Dave Pelvis married them
Roland never talked about his wives 'cept to bemoan there passing in his more drunken moments..Though Daisy (#6) was definetly the only one I know who passed on to the great casino in the sky You'll have to ask Jen that I'm sorry *empties drink in one**

Better on the backside than on the face Scar-redforlife.

The splits

Are you still trying to fool every idiot into believing you're a "hypnotist" Harry? You couldn't hypnotise Vi into dropping her knickers, and all it takes is a wink. 

Thanks Al, have another on me xxxx

*Empties in one*
Thanks Vi, I needed that
Just a thought but, now that Roland is dead.....Jen has suddenly become a very rich girl......jus' saying tha's all

Gee honey - could you get more bitter?
I suggest you get yourself a nice little pet to comfort you and relief stress.

Maybe a rabbit?

I'll have you know it takes more than a wink Bet, it's at least three vodkas and a firm grip.

swishes in
*looks for VI*

pleeze - a cognac Frapin - snappy pleeeze
*slings £3400 pounds on the bar*
Zat eeze for one bottle

*gulps down premium Cognac and leaves*