"Well, Colin, that's easier said than done," he said.  He was a little warm - he did not have a supernatural tolerance to alcohol, but he was a big guy and a hard drinker - and it took him a bit more to get drunk.  "But I'm starting to consider that possibility.  But... maybe I'm also wondering at the things behind all of this."  He waved his hand.  "I don't like it when people play with me."<br/><br/>But, he said to himself, people play with him all the time.  Everyone serves a master, he told himself.  Maybe it's time to get a better master, or to be the master.  He sipped his bourbon.  There was a time when he considered himself some kind of alpha guy - a tough guy, a hard man.  But he'd learned that "alphas" were nothing of the sort, that they were posers who were the dogs of the real guys in power.  Guys in nice suits and fraternity pins.  He didn't enjoy taking their orders, anymore, though.  That was part of what brought him here - not just the work itself, but that he wasn't in charge of it.<br/><br/>He shrugged at Set.  He said to the man, "I didn't pay that much attention in Sunday school."<br/><br/>He could raise a glass to all the miserable human beings, himself included.  "People are miserable.  All over.  No denying it, so why not raise a cup to the commonest condition in the whole fucking world?  Misery!"<br/><br/>He finished his bourbon, poured another, telling himself to be more careful with this one.  He was on an empty stomach, and the booze would catch up to him.<br/><br/>Then he said, "Did I just see an albino go by?  I think I just saw an albino go by.  Like, a hot albino.  Did that happen?"