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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley meanders into the bar, hands in his pockets. For the first time since the fight with Bartleby, his wings are not unfurled. He doesn't need to keep them out, now that the bullet-holes have healed, and the remiges have finished regenerating. He looks around the empty bar, confused, before remembering that there's a party out by the lake tonight. He leaves his jacket draped over a chair, and heads out to join them*