Charles silently stares as the crowd devours their food, he looks at his watch, It shouldn’t take long.

Maurice lightly pats Charles in the back. “Come on Charles , why aren’t you dining with us?”

Charles looks at him, beady-eyed. “I’m not very hungry” Maurice shrugs ,” first time I ever hear you say that”, are you feeling ill ?”

Charles shook his head, although yes, he was tempted by the warm invite of the promising looking food, he knows better.

the hosts cat scavenges for scraps under the table and notices Charles’ impatiently swinging bag, it attacks it and a small bottle falls out ;his heart stops as he lunges for it, he looks around , but everyone is too distracted to notice anything.

He hastily puts it back into is carrier bag and shoos the cat away, when all of a sudden one of the guests stood up and groaned “ I don’t feel very good..”

that guest went limp and collapsed on to the table . The guests go silent, and the host goes over to check the body, no breathing, no heartbeat, nothing.

The hosts white face looks up in fear ;his eyes traveling across the room in search of whatever could have done this.

Maurice jumps up in fear “someone should call the medics!” Which caused a chain reaction of cries for help. The room was littered with fear and amidst all the shouting, another guest had fallen.

I got too lazy to finish the rest😕😕