[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#ff0000]Scarlett Cromwell[/color][/h1][img]https://s26.postimg.org/6i39dfb2x/scarlett1.gif[/img][hr][color=#ff0000][b]Location[/b][/color]: Community Center
[color=#ff0000]{[/color][i]"Have fun in hell, bitch!"[/i][color=#ff0000]}[/color][/center][hr][hr]	Scarlett couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. Okay, so not everyone knew how to accept the gracious gift of a memorial party at her place and it wasn't their fault they were raised on crack and slept in dirt! No, it was on Scarlett to be the better person. She kept her temper in, though for a moment she considered [i]loosening[/i] some of the screws for the support beams in the ceiling mentally, as a way to show people that manners matter. But she wasn't going to let their rudeness ruin her happy day. 

	After all, Lucy Taylor was D.E.A.D.! That skank wasn't going to come back anytime soon and if she somehow did, Scarlett would just have to kill her again. It was in her blood to rule and she definitely had the family background needed to get her way when it suited her. Forcing a few tears to fall, Scarlett had every appearance of trying to keep up appearances--trying to restrain herself from collapsing with grief and tears. 

	It paid to be able to act. 

	Hearing the noises from the lobby, Scarlett considered going out there, but the FBI agent caught her attention. Besides, he'd have to have some questions for her eventually about the dead slut. Might as well get it over with now, right? And besides, he was a little cute, for an older guy. Scarlett wouldn't mind making him her next mistake, for however brief. Making her way backstage, Scarlett 'cutely' rapped her knuckles against the wall, announcing her presence. 

	[color=#ff0000]"Agent? Scarlett Cromwell, bestie of the deceased,"[/color] Scarlett said. [color=#ff0000]"You must have some questions to ask me."[/color]