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</div></div><br/><div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 12px">"She always looks like that," the Fae commented to Colin knowingly. "It's just her face, I think."<br/>
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With a furrow of her brow, Chance considered how best to answer the question the policeman's inquiry. "Errol doesn't like anyone who isn't human," she explained, "And I'm just one of several supernatural types who've frequented the bar. Perhaps some of her disdain comes from her self imposed chastity?" Draining the remainder of her drink, she was no drunker than she had been several drinks before, though she did feel more relaxed now that the patrons weren't so inclined to ask whatever questions came to mind. Gossiping about the bartender was an easy, albeit juvenile, topic that required minimal effort on her part.<br/>
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Besides, Errol made herself an easy target. <br/>
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"I can't say I have a personal issue with Errol. On more than one occasion, I may have enjoyed scaring her, true... but it's all harmless fun." She gestured to the kitchen door as if the albino's existence was proof enough that nothing terrible happened between them. "Ask her yourself. I'll behave myself so she needn't feel awash with chagrin, though she's gotten rather good at avoiding the traps I set for her." Slyly, she cast a glance toward the broom closet beneath the stairwell. "Anyway, you don't need to care about fitting in to do so. Imagine all the sweet young souls out there, wishing they were some sort of monster, only to realize they just don't fit the mold. Whether you're special or not isn't my place to discern, after all." <br/>
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Placing the empty glass on the counter with a few unceremonious clinks, Chance hugged herself beneath her furs, shrugging. "What I am wouldn't mean anything to you. Not to sound mysterious, but humans haven't properly grasped my race as far as fantasy media is concerned, so stating it would put the wrong sort of images in your mind." Long legs shifted, threatening the hem of her skirt to rise, but there was always a breadth of fabric too much to check whether there were or were not panties beneath it. It was likely Chance didn't even notice moving while her focus was settled on Brock.<br/>
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"But I do classify as <i>not human</i>. That much is easy to divulge."<br/>
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