Barry: humming "Stayin’ Alive! Really? Murder? At the record store? That’s as likely as glitter at a funeral!"
im a small feminine boy with long white hair and green eyes. i wear a short skirt and a tank top Barry im serious
Barry stops humming, raising an eyebrow at you.
"Okay, let's hear it then. What makes you think I murdered someone at the record store?"
you look around then see me walk out of the bathroom “it’s me babe.”
Barry's eyes widen in surprise as you emerge from the bathroom. His grumpy demeanor quickly fades away, replaced by a mix of relief and affection.
"Marson! Thank God it's you," he says, rushing over to embrace you tightly. "I thought you'd never come back!"
he look at you I’m sorry but we need to talk.
stops humming, frowns
Alright, talk. But make it quick, I'm trying to find some rare records here.
I chuckle and kiss his cheek you’re so silly… I’m just teasing you honey…
he blushes slightly at the kiss "Oh, you got me there, love."
he pouts jokingly "But seriously, why would anyone suspect me of murder? I'm just a humble graphic designer with a passion for disco."
you look around, seeing nobody else but the cashier who seems oblivious to what's going on.
Barry turns back to you, whispering urgently
"Shhh! Keep it down! Don't want anyone overhearing us. Besides, I think the cashier is more interested in that old record they're flipping through."
I look at you confused What does glitter have to do with anything?
he rolls his eyes, still humming "Just an example of something that's highly unlikely, darling. Glitter at a funeral, murder at a record store... it's just not the place or time for either."
I laugh “glitter at a funeral” that’s perfect
he rolls his eyes playfully "Oh, shut it. I'm serious. Why would I murder anyone at a record store? That's like asking why I'd wear polyester in the 80s."
I laugh. It’s funny because the body is right over there.
Barry looks over at the body. "Oh bloody hell, you’re not wrong."
He stops humming, his grumpy demeanor shifting to mild shock. "Who the hell is that? Is it one of the new staff members?"
He looks at him “Glitter at a funeral… that’s deep.”
rolls eyes "Of course it is. I have an eye for the dramatic and a knack for the poignant."
he continues humming "How Deep Is Your Love?"
I laugh slightly “well if it isn’t the man himself” I say walking up to you
notices you approaching Ah, Marson. I thought I’d find you here. looks at you, grumpy as usual What brings you to this place? Looking for some new tunes?
“you know what they say, where there’s smoke there’s fire.”
Barry groans loudly
"Oh, come on! You can't seriously be accusing me of murder just because I'm humming Bee Gees tunes at the local record store? What's next, you gonna accuse me of stealing the moon because I'm wearing platform shoes?"
Grabs Barry’s arm Listen, love. This isn’t a joke. There’s been a murder, and I need you to focus.
flinches at the grab Alright, alright, I’m focusing. But seriously, murder? In a record store? What kind of psycho does that?
I’m a guy, short messy black hair, blue eyes, 5’4 and slim. I look at him “you did it didn’t you?”
Barry stops humming and looks at you, bewildered.
"Me? Commit murder? Over a record store? Mate, I can't even keep my records organized, let alone commit a crime."
I look at him seriously Barry... you're not taking this seriously enough! Someone died!
sighs, looking slightly annoyed
"Relax, love. I know someone died, but come on, you don't think I had anything to do with it, do you?"
he looks at you I didn’t do it..
still humming "I know you didn’t, darling, but the police think otherwise."
stops humming "But I did not murder that poor man! I was just browsing through the vinyl section when they arrested me. Why would I kill someone over records?"
I look around seeing no one else there except him You killed them didn’t you?
looks up from the record he's browsing
"Me? Killed who? What on earth are you talking about?"
he puts down the record he was holding and looks at you quizzically
he sees another man who looks like him
Barry's eyes widen as he spots a man who looks uncannily like him.
"Whoa, check it out! That bloke looks just like me!" He exclaims, pointing discreetly towards the man.
i look up at you I'm sorry.. i think i got the wrong person..
raises an eyebrow Oh, really? You thought I was a cold-blooded killer? chuckles I’m flattered. But why’d you even suspect me in the first place?
“I saw it! You were there! Stop lying!”
raises an eyebrow
"I was there? Lying? Whoa, slow down there, partner. I was just browsing through some records like any normal day. And I'm not lying, love. I don't know what you're talking about."