Brock said to Colin, "Slow your roll.  We're all friends, here.  I'm not asking you the color of your panties.  I'm just saying that I'd like it straight.  This joint is weird.  You gotta see that, right?  I just want a straight answer.  I'm not trying to bust anyone and, let's be fair, Colin, you don't need to be the fucking Batman to see why you're here" - he looked over at Chance, then at Hazel, perked an eyebrow and a sly smile, as if to say he understood Colin's position - "even if I was interested to know, which I'm not."<br/><br/>He drank the rest of his drink, poured himself another.  "Membership has benefits," he said, idly.  He sat on the edge of a stool and looked at Chance as she explained it to him.<br/><br/>He let it settle.  He drank his new drink.  It was, right there on the face of it, absurd.  You tell a cop that something happened because of magic and they laughed.  Stay on the job long enough, you hear every excuse in the world.  God or the Devil or ghosts made you do it.  You did it because they were a witch or a demon or an alien.  Cops said, Yeah, buddy, whatever you say, and made the collar.<br/><br/>Yet, there was a feeling.  It was there.  He would have normally said it was the power of suggestion.  People don't actually have the feeling of being watched - he'd been on stakeouts that lasted weeks and the targets went about their business in complete ignorance of the posse of cops following their every move.  But if you were to tell a person that they were being watched, they'd start to feel it even if it wasn't true.  And he considered the possibility that Colin was helping to shine him on by going along with Chance.<br/><br/>What made him consider the possibility, though, was the newcomer, Set, who was also going along, talking about people not being human, and "runes" like he was on the cast of Vikings, and the dense guy who was guzzling booze like it was water.  And because Chance had said something specific.  Smash a chair.  See for yourself.<br/><br/>He smiled a lopsided smile at Chance.  "I would have figured you more for the sloe screw type."<br/><br/>He got up, grabbed a chair, and put all of his fifteen stone into swinging the chair at the ground.  He was a powerful man and he knew it should splinter.  He'd done it before.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1702" data-username="@BoundObsession" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1702/">@BoundObsession</a><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="634" data-username="@Villains" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/634/">@Villains</a><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="3031" data-username="@One Wing" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3031/">@One Wing</a><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="2093" data-username="@Sandman" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2093/">@Sandman</a><br/><br/>And @ anyone else who wants to comment!  ;)