Henry lit up a cigarette, leaning against the doorframe, “It seems we’ll need to make some interest of our own,” he smirked, handing a fag to Algernon. “I know where the power box is,” he added in a trilling tone. “Which guest should we make disappear?”
Algernon took it and raised his eyebrows at the other man. “Excuse me?”
"It’s simple Algy," Henry said, taking a drink off a passing tray, "I’ll shut off the lights, you grab someone and shove them in- say- a closet. Do try and find someone who will go along with it though, or it will be quite a disaster, and not near as much fun. Make sure they scream though, that is very important. Preferably one long, shrill cry. We must raise concern of course, or things will continue as they are, and that is always very dull. I’ll turn the lights back on, and we’ve created our own little murder mystery. What do you say?"
He shrugged. “It’s a good plan, on its surface. How are we to know we shan’t immediately be held to blame? I am a notorious troublemaker, and you, well, you…”
"Blame is not synonymous with proof, and besides, recognition is always pleasant, whether for mischief or virtue," he downed his glass of wine. "Perhaps even more rewarding for mischief as it lends itself to the more base pleasures of humanity. We are all children, Algernon, and we all simply desire entertainment." His words were accompanied by a graceful wave of his hand, "It is one of the flaws of modern society, to deny such necessary inclinations. Have you ever seen a humanitarian with any spark of passion left in his eye? Of course you have not! People in such fields give themselves away, piece by piece, until they are but a hollow shell of a person." he paused, taking a drag of the cigarette, then continued, "But sinners- they give nothing, and acquire everything. That is why, Algy, we must always be breaking the rules, lest we become bound by them."
