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Oh, how early the evening seemed as another entrant passed through the doors of the famed, albeit antiquitous, One Night Stand. Subtle glances found their targets, her stare remaining sharp as each potential morsel was cataloged under varying degrees on interest. A snack, a treat, hors d'oeuvres, a meal and a half. Her posture straightened, flexing the length of her buxom physique so not to appear too casual where she sat. It was the demand for honesty that earned a slip of expression, her charismatic smile fading slowly until all that remained of woman's previous attempts at considerate appearance was the steady rest of cobalt hues on the officer. She could sense his potential buried deep beneath a rough veneer meant to keep others away, but to what extent that thread of prospect went, she wasn't able to glean.<br/>
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He wasn't of her kind. That much she knew.<br/>
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"If I told you," Chance said under her breath, "you wouldn't believe me."<br/>
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An ominous admittance, she realized, but one that was rooted in fact by way of countless attempts of trial and error. Humans had very little interest in the great spectrum of supernatural beings in their midst because they felt safer without the thought of monsters roaming their streets and, in this case, frequenting their drinking holes. Chance was no stranger to enlightened mortals - the owner of the bar was one such individual - but she didn't want to be the bearer of bad news. Nothing could sour the mood more than life-altering revelations. Taking the silence as an opportunity to drag the closest ashtray along the counter, she ashed her cigarette with the expulsion of a long breath of smoke. <br/>
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"Alright," she said shortly, not wanting to talk circles around the resident human any longer, "Let me try and explain."<br/>
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Motioning offhandedly to Colin, she hoped he would understand that whatever she wished to say in response to him would need to wait until this matter with Brock was resolved.<br/>
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"I'm sure you've felt it. Something in the air that your sixth sense alerts you to concerning your surroundings. Massive at times, alluring or dangerous; a mixture of both. Perhaps you've always felt that power, or maybe you've only recently noticed it. The bar, <i>this bar</i>, wouldn't let you in if there wasn't something special about you." A pause. "<i>You want to know what this is?</i> This is a collection of individuals from all walks of life who are also aware of the energy surrounding this world as well as countless others. Some would call this energy magic. That's a simple enough concept to wrap your head around, yes?" With a gesture to the runic symbols in the walls, she explained, "That is magic older than the invention of the wheel. It predates most human accomplishments because nothing human was capable of casting it at the time of its conception."<br/>
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Taking a sharp inhale at the end of her cigarette, her thighs shifted to move one leg under the other carefully while she finished with, "And that much is the extent of my knowledge on this establishment. The rest isn't something someone like myself can guide you through. Your path is your own. But... if you don't believe me, <i>well</i>, go break a chair. Just snap a leg right off of one and see what happens." <br/>
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Flicking a bit more ash into the ashtray, Chance looked sidelong to Colin and offered, "If it is giving you an issue, I'll settle for a screwdriver. I'm not picky."<br/>
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