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</div></div><br/>"Or you can walk off without putting in an order," Errol mumbled to herself as Jim took his leave, ignoring her attempts at hearing what he wanted to eat. Being ignored was part of the job description. After so long, she stopped taking it personally and reasoned that most of the minds crossing the threshold of the One Night Stand were preoccupied ones; this was where they came for quiet. Not silence, per se, but a brand of relaxation that involved chatter and drinks and superficial closeness to strangers with no strings attached. Not her cup of tea, but the customers roistered and reveled to their heart's content until someone crossed a line and earned a one-way ticket through the moon roof.<br/><br/>Nothing was quite so satisfying as seeing a creepy crawly being ejected through the ceiling to fuck knew where.<br/><br/>She had a few classifications she privately used for supernatural folks. Creepy crawlies were the kind of things her mother promised her weren't under the bed. Demons, ghouls, shifters in their shifted forms, and so forth. When they showed up to the bar, her first instinct was to burn the place down, and perhaps on more than one occasion, she tried doing just that. It didn't work. The other group of supernaturals was the Shadows. Always in the background, impossible to detect at first. The Chance Ardens and Adon Vereauxs. She discovered later that each individual would have unique tells to spot, diminishing the value of their poker faces with every visit they made to the bar. The patronage had zero reasons to fear Errol, so they didn't. She was just another mundane human, sans her albinism.<br/><br/>As a fly on the wall, their nonchalance gave her ample opportunity to build an arsenal of information. If ever the need arose, she would be ready to leak her erudition of decades to a greater audience...<i>Or a better trained one.</i><br/><br/>While she was half zoned out, Colin managed to put a crooked smile on her lips with his comment. "We used to have a musician, actually. A Siren or something. I can't recall what sort of thing he was, but I remember when his ass got lit up in some turf war bullshit. Serious case of wrong place, wrong time." Rolling one of her shoulders, her tone turned sardonic as she mused, "<i>Yeah, cool.</i>Stay as long as you like. Doubt the tavern cares, and I only care if you start asking<i>me</i>for things." Adjusting her posture, Errol quickly snagged a clean glass from beneath the counter and slipped around Colin to reach the sink. Pouring herself water, her expression squiggled with thought, knitting ivory brows above their respective reds.<br/><br/>"Look, I said I don't know, dude. Like, she's not one of the fair folk or whatever. I had a talk with Adon about it years ago, about their weird courts and clans and shit, but they're from somewhere six dimensions over or something and it's<i>complicated</i>." Grasping for the words, Errol shot Chance a look of irritated expectancy. "This is why no one likes you, by the way. You're all smoke and mirrors until you go and have a tantrum- then you'll let everyone know just how fucking batshit you are." There was a point in Errol's life when she might have recanted on saying anything so candid to the blonde, but if Chance hadn't found a reason to kill her yet, she likely never would.<br/><br/>Over the rim of her glass, she motioned to Brock with her free hand, up and down with the gesture as an open assessment of the officer. "I still respect the cops, yeah. I mean, they don't do shit for me, but neither does anyone else, so I can't really hold that against them. Anyway, if you're lookin' to impress someone's pants off, I'm sure you're moving in the right direction with her- but don't get fuckin' started down here because I swear to fuckin' hell that I'm tired of seeing people hot dogging and shit while I'm trying to unwind! Unlike most of the clientele here, I have to do things during the day and don't live off a trust fund started 10,000 years ago."<br/><br/>With one last chuckle, Errol admitted, "And you think I didn't have a hard time with all this at first? I didn't have an idea in hell what magic was when I showed up here, but look at me now? Here forever, surrounded by it. A big cosmic fucking joke."