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lt_safe_house2010-09-01 04:01 pm
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Date: May 18, late evening/wee hours of the morning
Location: The bar
Status: complete
Summary: Crowley ventures out once again for that all important basic need--alcohol
Demons, much like men, come in a lot of varieties. There is the sort of demon that has never been in a bar and is old fashioned enough to have never tried eating, let alone drinking. (Not that this kind would need the stimulation anyway as they tend to be the brimstone spewing, hellfire breathing sort.) Then there is the sort that use bars (and in the old days hovels) merely as a work related tool. (Humans that live in bars sadly often are easily Guiled.)Finally, there are ones that actually drink for enjoyment, although these are few and far between.
Crowley usually fell into the last category, although he'd been around humans long enough that he knew about the human categories too. Right at the moment, the Serpent was less of a hedonistic drinker or a macho drinker and more of a depressed drinker. The kind that drinks to forget things, which was a horrible cliche that Crowley refused to admit had anything to do with him. No, he was going to drink, and if the angel wasn't there, well, that meant more alcohol for him. (If he and his counterpart had been strained with one another lately, that had nothing to do with it and is in fact a normal occurence in a frie-- A relat-- Between two beings that have known each other so long.)
The demon entered the bar the same way a lot of battle hardened soldiers entered a combat zone. Being paranoid was a necessary job skill for a demon, and Crowley was good at it. He took a seat in the corner so he could watch anyone that entered, miracled one of the bottles behind the bar into his hand and began to drink.
Location: The bar
Status: complete
Summary: Crowley ventures out once again for that all important basic need--alcohol
Demons, much like men, come in a lot of varieties. There is the sort of demon that has never been in a bar and is old fashioned enough to have never tried eating, let alone drinking. (Not that this kind would need the stimulation anyway as they tend to be the brimstone spewing, hellfire breathing sort.) Then there is the sort that use bars (and in the old days hovels) merely as a work related tool. (Humans that live in bars sadly often are easily Guiled.)Finally, there are ones that actually drink for enjoyment, although these are few and far between.
Crowley usually fell into the last category, although he'd been around humans long enough that he knew about the human categories too. Right at the moment, the Serpent was less of a hedonistic drinker or a macho drinker and more of a depressed drinker. The kind that drinks to forget things, which was a horrible cliche that Crowley refused to admit had anything to do with him. No, he was going to drink, and if the angel wasn't there, well, that meant more alcohol for him. (If he and his counterpart had been strained with one another lately, that had nothing to do with it and is in fact a normal occurence in a frie-- A relat-- Between two beings that have known each other so long.)
The demon entered the bar the same way a lot of battle hardened soldiers entered a combat zone. Being paranoid was a necessary job skill for a demon, and Crowley was good at it. He took a seat in the corner so he could watch anyone that entered, miracled one of the bottles behind the bar into his hand and began to drink.
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He turned back to Aziraphale. "I'm not working as the bartender anymore, but I'll probably be making trips to the kitchens every now and then. Feel free to join me, or make requests. My room is 102."
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He wasn't going to implicate himself either way, of course.
And while the topic was relatively harmless, he could almost feel Crowley about to explode next to him. He turned to look at his counterpart. "Crowley, my - what is it called again, a computer? - well, my contraption is once again showing me pornography and I can't get it to stop. Would you fix it for me?"
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With that, Crowley stood up and left. “Come ON angel,” he said over his shoulder. He waited until they were both out of the bar and nearly to their room(s) before he spun around, thwacked the angel hard (purposefully) and hissed at him (unintentionally).
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He watched the angel and demon leave thoughtfully.