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</div></div><br/>Silent as a snowflake, Errol crossed her arms and leaned against the back counter of the bar, mindful of the shelves. A plethora of salutations and commentary followed, to which she nodded, but her concern was diminutive at best. With liquor readily available, most patrons would have found their usual needs met. In her absence, someone had pulled out the keys to the rooms, crossing off another potential query she might need to answer. Seeing that Chance was smirking like a Cheshire cat, the albino's suspicions found the culprit without a single accusation being made.<br/><br/>The One Night Stand had other staff,<i>technically</i>, but none were present to receive a scolding. Not that Errol was very good at scolding anyone, more comfortable with unspoken judgment than she was with airing her grievances. Especially in front of customers - paying or otherwise - because that drew unwanted attention. Now that the eyes of several individuals settled on her, her shoulders slumped and she looked away, focusing her sights on the fire in the distant fireplace.<br/><br/>"Okay, well, I can make food. Sure. Tell me what you want and I'll hop to it." Chewing the side of her tongue between thoughts, she answered further with, "I couldn't really help with the race guessing game. Chance is Arden, which is some sorta space faerie or something. I think Sam is... actually, I'm not sure. We got a specter and another space faerie thing on the staff, as well as a ghoul, but they aren't here at the moment." Her hands broke from their crossed position so she could cup the back of her neck with one set of long digits. "Usually see lots of vampires and shifters. Sometimes we get mortal folks - witches and warlocks and seers. The kind of people who belong here more than they do out there." She gestured toward the door, sighing.<br/><br/>"Got one, a wayfaring necromancer, who comes in and does magic tricks. Usually, she's trying to hustle someone, though. Conjuration stuff, but she's actually just stealing something from someone else. Can't make something out of nothing, right? Well, that doesn't mean you can't take something from elsewhere and teleport it to yourself." Errol frowned, less amused by the second. "Finding out how magic works is a real buzzkill."<br/><br/>Crimson hues finally returned to the crowd of faces, trying to remember to place names to their respective faces. "If I'm headed into the kitchen, you might as well give me the orders now. Last call for food."