Alistair

(I look down at the dead body. Clenching my fists, I size up everyone in the room, choosing to remain silent and calculated. The groom speaks up as the bride cries, and tells everyone that he will find out who killed the bride's cousin. We are discussing if we should all sleep in the living room together, buddy up, or stick with the current room arrangements. I look at you as you voice your opinion) So what do you think we should do...what was your name again? You're the bride's best friend,yes?