Colin looked up, startled at the mention of his name.  Make a couple of drinks and you suddenly become the designated drink mixer?  Besides, he'd already noted that Errol was drinking water.  If someone pours themselves a drink of water in a bar, that usually means offering them alcohol is not going to win them over.  He would have thought the cop would have noticed her choice of drink.  He gave her an embarrassed smile, as if to apologize for the other guy's faux pas.<br/><br/>It wasn't as if he had anything against cops.  He had a lot of respect for the profession, as a whole.  Those who went into the profession to help people earned his greatest admiration.  Those who went into the profession because they wanted power, and a badge and gun gave them that power, he didn't think much of.  And he had a feeling that Brock was stuck between those two reasons for being a cop.  Joining the police force with high ideals, only to have those ideals corrupted.  Of course, volunteer firefighters had cops beat.  You have to respect someone who volunteers for no or little money to run into burning buildings and carry people out of them.<br/><br/>"WOW!  A lot of anger there," Colin murmured after Errol went off on Chance and stalked away.  The same kind of anger he had towards bloodsuckers shortly after they'd made him one of them.  He still hated vampires.  But he'd come to realize he couldn't walk around with that hated so visible.  Not if he hoped to sneak up on those he wanted to kill without them realizing they had one really pissed-off vampire in their midst.  He already had the advantage of being one of them.  He couldn't squander that advantage by having a gigantic chip on his shoulder for all to see.  So he'd learned to calmly blend in.<br/><br/>When Chance slapped the hundred dollar bill on the bar in exchange for a dance, once again Colin wished there was a piano in the place.  He would have tickled the ivories to provide the music, just to see her dance.  And who knows, maybe the threads of that dress her body was so tightly fitted into would give way under the stresses of dancing.  One could only hope.  He chuckled at the image in his mind.  Could the Fae read minds?  He sure as hell hoped not!  But in case she could, he gave her a disarming smile.<br/><br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="2200" data-username="@FridayWolf13" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2200/">@FridayWolf13</a><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="2093" data-username="@Sandman" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2093/">@Sandman</a><a class="username" data-user-id="634" data-username="@Villains" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/634/">@Villains</a><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>