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[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways Entry]

There's a demon in the bar, albeit not looking quite the way most would expect. There's a faded blue shirt on underneath his jacket, and he's moving with something less than his usual grace. In a series of awkward movements, Crowley slinks around the edge of the room, skirting the commotion in one corner.

He orders a cup of apple tea.

He has to upturn the saucer over the cup to keep from spilling any as he makes his way over to his usual table.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

No. He was vague.

[aj_crawley]

*he nods, hands in his lap*

Same here.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He cocks his head to the side, looking at Crowley.*




What's wrong?

[aj_crawley]

*a muscle twitches in Crowley's cheek, and he brushes at it, scowling slightly*

Work, you know how it is.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Not really, Crowley.

[aj_crawley]

Well, no. I was being rhetorical.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

...



How are the elections going?

[aj_crawley]

*his eyes darken behind sunglasses*

Determinedly.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I'm... sorry?

[aj_crawley]

They're bulldozing onwards. 'Ve only a week left to stop them.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He smiles tightly*

It's the American way.

[aj_crawley]

*he barks a harsh, unpleasant laugh*

Too fucking right.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Anything I can do?

[aj_crawley]

*he picks up his tea, slops a bit more onto the saucer, and puts it back down, frustrated. He clamps his hands onto the edge of the table, to stop them from shaking*

No.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Need any food or anything?

[aj_crawley]

Not unless you want it decorating your floor.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Fair enough.

So.

*He grins*

Nymphadora is green.

[aj_crawley]

I had noticed.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I nearly wept.

[aj_crawley]

There but for the grace of Raph...

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

We'll need to do something really spectacular now, you realise. My lady's honor depends on it.

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley's face blanks, suddenly, and he gets awkardly to his feet*

Be right back.

*he moves gracelessly towards the bathroom*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard watches him go, worried.*

[aj_crawley]

*he returns a few minutes later, wiping his mouth on a napkin. On his way, he picks up a glass of water from the bar. He manages not to spill most of it*





Sorry.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

You all right?