Brock didn't like introspection - he hadn't come into a bar to think about himself but to avoid thinking about himself.  Plus, he was starting to get a little drunk.  But Chance's idea that this is where he best fit brought a sudden laugh.<br/><br/>"I've never given a fuck about 'fitting in.'" he said to Chance.  "I also don't know what immolate means.  You might need to use smaller words around me.  But..."  He perked up an eyebrow.  "I'm getting the feeling you don't like Errol, is it?  She steal your boyfriend and break your collarbone?  Told you that dress makes your ass look fat?  Try to kill you for access to one of the Infinity Stones?"<br/><br/>To Colin: "I, sir, well, I'm starting to think I resemble that remark.  I've been going through this stuff pretty fast."<br/><br/>He looked at his glass, decided he need some wits about him, said, "So, what's the protocol, here?  Can you just ask someone in a joint like this, 'Hey, you're not human, so what are you?'  Or are we expected to play a guessing game where we try to deduce each other's 'true self' from hints and clues?  Or is it bad form to do anything other than try to figure out if Chance was being honest about the panties thing?"<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1702" data-username="@BoundObsession" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1702/">@BoundObsession</a><br/>@Villians<br/>@ ... everyone else, again!