Post Plot Drop: Somewhere close to the clubhouse.
OPEN TO ALL: @charmingstart
Was this a personal act of war or was this the end result of an obsessive man that Arabella had turned down advances to and he sought revenge ? Shiloh was too enamored in having his own fun, the last thing he expected was one of their own to get murdered. In such a public setting where eyes were everywhere. Like white on rice. He was trying not to crash out and his usual poisons were off limits due to the presence of the cops right now. So, instead he was beginning to hydrate himself with water to sober up a bit. Trying to process what happened. Trying to remain level headed. To be more cautious than the lack of it that flowed through him prior. "I swear this shit's not real. This party was supposed to be a celebration and not end up in tragedy." He mused to himself, knowing it was real but wishing otherwise as he started hearing footsteps nearby. His hand picking up another dart and throwing it at the placed dartboard hung up on an outside wall. It hitting right on the edge of the bullseye. The water was helping.













