"Colin, you must be deep in this.  Cop or no cop, I just learned something that...."  He paused because the enormity of what he had just learned was so big that his consciousness couldn't grasp it.  He opened his mouth and nothing came out because he hadn't formed his thoughts.  Eventually: "My world has changed, man.  The world out there?  The world I lived in?  It's a lie.  It's a fucking fabrication.  So, yeah, I have questions.  Not because I'm a cop, but because everything I ever learned is a lie.  The order of my whole fucking universe has changed, and it could be a matter of life and death that I know what the truth is now that I have seen the truth and the truth has seen me."<br/><br/>The way that Set spoke to Chance - if this were a normal bar - would have Brock bouncing the guy out on his head.  It was uncool for a guy to get in a woman's face like that back in the world he left and to try to grope her like that?  But this wasn't a normal bar, was it, but he still got to his feet, unbuttoning his jacket so he could get access to his pistol or the blackjack he kept next to his pistol if necessary.<br/><br/>He noticed Chance's eyes change - holy shit! - but he had been prepped for it.  She.  Wasn't.  Human.<br/><br/>He also got a sense of something else - of some kind of darkness around her.  He thought, at first, it was a trick of the light or suggestion.  But he remembered getting that feeling when he was a child, too.  The priest at the parish had a similar dark energy about him, the principal at the school, a politician he met as a child that looked at the whole class like they were an entree.  He blinked because it was so strange.<br/><br/>Then she was speaking as nothing had happened.<br/><br/>He said, settling back on his stool, buttoning his jacket, again, "Yeah.  Well, I guess?  Like I said, this is all new to me and I'm getting the sense the things I don't know might just be able to kill me.  And since I'm big on not dying, hey, why not learn what I can?  And I might be all too human, but I never got where I wanted to go with a lady by violating anyone's personal space.  You've got to wait for the invitation.  Unless you're a fucking pig-dog scumbag, I guess, but I suspect you've got a way to handle those, Chance."<br/><br/>Brock gave a single laugh and said to Errol, "Hi, to you, too.  I guess.  I'm trying to figure out what kind of supernatural being everyone here is and what that means.  In a way that won't get me killed the moment I step out the door.  Set tried to get handsy with Chance, who seems to have it covered.  Colin is trying to liquor up everything in a skirt and getting defensive if other guys show they're interested in girls.  Oh, Hazel is vying with Jim for 'best able to drink,' and being all coy with Colin.  The rest escapes me.  Someone wanted you to make food for them.  I've been hitting the Four Roses pretty hard, probably owe you about forty bucks, though at this point I might as well just buy the bottle."