"Let the guessing games commence.  Though for the rest of you, I imagine they have, already," Brock said into his glass of bourbon as Chance refused to answer his question and everyone else ignored it.<br/><br/>That... worried him a little.  It suggested that the people here weren't part of some happy fraternity, simply that this was neutral territory, somehow worked to where violence was difficult or impossible.  It also suggested that when they left, all bets were off.  And the toughest cop in the city might be a powderpuff to something inhuman. (Another part of his brain told him that it was absurd, that they were having a go at him, that there weren't any such things as monsters.  But he was technically part of homicide.  It happened all the time that someone caught a case that just didn't add up.  Either the cops working the case pinned it on some scumbag to close it or it stayed open.  About half the murder cases in the city didn't get closed.  About half of those didn't get closed because while they had a pretty good idea who did it, they didn't have the evidence  But about 1 in 4 just didn't have any fucking sense at all.  If monsters existed, all the crazy theories they discarded could be the right ones, the ones that were real and true and right.  Fuck.)<br/><br/>Then the person to talk to was Errol.  It also seemed likely that she was about to be swamped in demands for food, and was in a job she must hate if most of the clients weren't human and she hated people who weren't human, which would no doubt put her in a good mood.  But if he understood right, she wasn't going anywhere.<br/><br/>To Chance, then: "If you're not going to say, I'm not going to play Twenty Questions with you.  You're probably getting tired of stupid noob questions anyway."  He watched the hem of her dress with a little fascination, shifting as a touch of arousal warmed him.  For someone "not human" she provoked very human reactions in him.<br/><br/>He watched Hazel down the liquor like she was looking to die.  It was a little strange to see someone drink like that and shrug off the effects.  "I'll give you a dollar if you do that, again," he said to Hazel with a smile.<br/><br/>"Jim, I'm pretty sure that underwear is optional everywhere.  Last time I checked, there weren't any laws concerning it one way or the other," he said, deadpan, though he told all his jokes that way.<br/><br/>He reached over, though, and touched the tips of his fingers to Chance's hand - it was a test, of course, to gauge interest.  "Let me guess, though, you don't want your ruin the line of your skirt with underwear?"<br/><br/>After all, they could also be bantering about her tax bracket, but no one had picked up on that because it was personal but boring.<br/><br/>@Villians<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/><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="2200" data-username="@FridayWolf13" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2200/">@FridayWolf13</a><br/>@ everyone!