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::Door comes in, still looking very pale and drawn. She heads to the bar::

Coke, please?

...cola. Coca-cola. Temple and arch.

::She plays with the glass that appears in front of her, remembering every now and then to take a sip::

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*bows, but not low enough to expose the back of his neck*

My Lady.

Are we having a hard day, Crowley?

Yes, my Lady.

*eyes sparkle*

Oh dear, how terrible!

Do tell.

I am being forcibly reminded at every turn of the fragility of humans. And angels.

But why do you care, my dear? You're a demon.

*smirks*

I'm also an idiot.

*laughs happily*

Oh, this is too wonderful! I do love self pity. Why are you an idiot today in particular, dear?

Apart from the usual 'caring' business? I've not a clue, my Lady. Ask her *nods at Door*, she might be able to tell you.

The violins of the worlds unite in your honour.

A word of advice, Crowley. Few, underneath, are worth caring about. And the majority of those that are disappear entirely too quickly. It's not worth the effort to care.

There are some as would agree, my Lady.

Then why do you?

Really.

I'm curious.

*shrugs*

It just happens. Must be a character flaw.

*shakes head*

Such a shame. Usually character flaws only get one person in trouble.

*whirls to face Luck, eyes flashing behind his sunglasses*

Fuck off.

My Lady.

*looks faintly shocked, then smiles lazily*

Do you think you aren't subject to me, demon? I can make your life infinitely more miserable, my dear. Don't try me.

Please don't attempt to lay your failings on me.

I wasn't trying to. My failings are my own.

And your failings include a nasty temper when people try to give you friendly advice.

You know you're not good for them. Any of them.

Not good enough.

No shit, my Lady.

And, if I may ask, what happened to your 'it's not worth caring about them' spiel of a few seconds ago? I guess it's true what they say - the Lady is fickle.

My motives are, as ever, entirely transparent, Crowley.

The Lady is fickle. Do you really want me as an enemy?

I can honestly say, my Lady, that I do not

Then I should watch what you say, dear. I have only so much patience.

Forgive me, my Lady. As you said, I've had a rough night.

I'm sure you've done worse.

Oh, rest assured, I have.