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[aj_crawley]

*the door to the bar creaks open, then slams back on its hinges as the wind forces it open. It deposits a windswept demon in the bar, who closes the door, and staggers over to his usual table. He looks around for a minute, frowning slightly, before spotting a familiar pair of feet jutting out of a secluded booth. He rolls his eyes, and wanders over*