<b><i>"It appears as if the patronage is arriving in waves. Is this what you first envisioned of the bar, Colin?"</i></b><br/><br/>"Not quite," he answered.  "So far, this has been tamer than what I had envisioned.  Perhaps I've come on an off-night."  He stared at those bare thighs of hers longer than was probably proper.  But he had a feeling that was the response Chance was looking for from all the males in the bar.<br/><br/>Colin gave Brock an amused look and replied, "I quite understand."  Brock seemed a talkative bloke.  And quite curious about The One Night Stand.<br/><br/>Constables, especially a detective, which Colin assumed Brock was, were by nature inquisitive.  They needed to know what's going on in their bailiwick.  It was no different here than it was back in Britain.  As someone who had killed, Colin would have been nervous, except that those he had killed tended to turn to dust when they died, leaving no forensic evidence.  Convenient for him.  Though carrying around a wooden stake lacked a certain subtlety as weapons go.  On the other hand, they didn't require a background check.<br/><br/>But as curious as Brock was about the club, he seemed more interested in flirting with the lovely Chance.  Not that Colin blamed him.<br/><br/>As he turned to get a refill on his scotch, Colin asked her, "Do you need a refill, Chance?"