Murder Case #1

Feeling full but not that contented since he is still stuck in the interrogation room, Gilbert crossed his arms. "Of course you can! But I will answer the questions that I want to." He looks at the police officer, this guy acts like a newcomer, maybe he can get out of this easily.

Before taking a seat across Gilbert, Alfred turned off the lights in the room, making only a dim light appear. "Whatever yo. Let's get down to business." Alfred briefly looked at the reports and information on the table before proceeding to stare at his main suspect. "So at around 7:30, you were found by Mr. Davis, sleeping right in the crime scene while holding a bloody knife. Doesn't that sound suspicious enough? Do you have anything to say about that?"

Gilbert objects. "Hey! I do not own any knife! Well, maybe a kitchen one, but who brings a kitchen knife outside, or even out of the kitchen? Furthermore, the culprit should not even be at the crime scene! I'm a victim too!"

"That's why you're being interrogated sir," Alfred jotted down a few notes before looking back at Gilbert, "Now answer this. Do you like to drink beer? And what kind?"

Gilbert grins widely. The mention of beer brightened his face. "Kesesese of course I like beer! Especially German beer! They are awesome! But too bad I have to make do with bud light here, imported beers are expensive! This is not awesome at all!" He keeps talking on and on about how awesome beer is.

Alfred kept quiet and allowed Gilbert to talk about the fine and 'awesome' qualities about beer, which actually made himself want to try out German beer. He waited until Gilbert stopped talking, then he spoke, "Then I assume you drank beer last night? There was a can of bud light in the crime scene."

Gilbert grins. "Of course! I will even drink them everyday if I have the money! If you release me, let's have beer together! Your treat, kesesese!!" Oops, he has not realized that he may have spilled the beans, he is too excited with the topic on beer.

(Bleh, school is irritating. That's all I will say about my absence. > )

[..I have free time... Is this... Am I dead? *never has free time these days* THIS IS SO LATE SDIFHSDHIDFSIHFDSIH]
"So, Do you need food or anything aru? We ARE going to be here a long while aru." Yao said, putting his notebook in his pocket.

Lovino looked at the ceiling for a while and thought. "Pasta. and Pizza. A lot of it."

Alfred took note of what Gilbert said and wrote it down on paper, slightly smiling to himself, "Dude, as great as that sounds I don't like chillin' with other criminals."
After writing, he looked up from his notepad and asked the albino, "And what about drugs? What are your opinions on them?"

"Okay aru, i'll make sure to "get a lot of it" aru. Stay here, there ARE people outside, just in case. I'll be back shortly aru." He opens the door and walks out.

Gilbert frowned. He is not just any other criminal. He is an awesome criminal!

"Drugs? I like beer!"
Oh well, it seems that he is not going to say anything about that. The awesomeness of beer is enough for him!

((Exams are almost over! Just 1 more to go! >.<))

Alfred is somehow genuinely surprised. He always thought that Gilbert looked like the kind of criminal to be into crack or something. I guess this further states to not judge somebody from their looks... but if he/she's a criminal, there is an exception, isn't there?

"Well then, where do you usually get your beer from?"

Gilbert wonders why he is surprised, though the subject about beer excites him.
"I get my beer everywhere I can find! Supermarkets, convenience store, bars. underground, ... ..." He lists everything down as if there is no end to it.

"Why, do you want to have some of the awesome beer too?"