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</div></div><br/>There was a limit to the number of social interactions Errol wished to have at any given time, and as present conversation flirted with the outrageous, she found herself mentally gauging the various excuses she could use to walk away. Maybe a toilet needed scrubbing. Maybe she missed purchasing a particular item when she was at the store. Maybe she was incredibly tired and unable to function on a human level. Whatever the reason, it was looking as though an excuse would be required to make a break for it. "I guess I'll just put up some wanted posts online. 'Seeking staff for supernatural establishment hidden in plain sight', or something, right?" Her sarcasm was scathing, freed from disappointed lips by the sheer audacity of the Fae.<br/><br/>"Sometimes, you talk stupider than you look."<br/><br/>The back of her neck burned as she shot Brock a flash of genuine objection that may have been about Colin's Roman Holiday or may have been his suggestion of taking it easy. "I can make my own drinks," she answered, ruffled and a tad defensive, the softness of her voice making it seem farther away than it was. "Besides, I don't really drink on the job... and I'm pretty much always on the job, so you get the idea." Directing her attention to her water, Errol took a long gulp for emphasis. When she finished, she was more than ready to carry the semi-empty glass back towards the door of the kitchen, stating in transit, "Bug me when someone needs food or cigarettes or whatever."<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="2986" data-username="@GMO" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2986/">@GMO</a><a class="username" data-user-id="1702" data-username="@BoundObsession" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1702/">@BoundObsession</a><a class="username" data-user-id="2200" data-username="@FridayWolf13" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2200/">@FridayWolf13</a>