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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley appears in the doorway and strides towards the bar. He doesn't look happy, exactly, but seems more energetic and focused than he has been these past few days. He orders a glass of wine, and scans the room. Apparently not seeing whomever or whatever he was looking for, he settles himself at a table with a good view of the room, sips his wine, waits, and plans*

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[itakesouls.livejournal.com]

*Notices Crowley and goes to sit by him* Good to see you again. Sorry about the wing thing yesterday.

You feeling ok today?

[aj_crawley]

I'm feeling... better.

Forget about the wing thing - although if you'd pulled a flight feather, I'd've had to kill you.

[itakesouls.livejournal.com]

*smiles* Good luck, I am already dead.

So why are you so down? I have only heard bits and pieces from around here. Something about a dead angel?

[aj_crawley]

Basically? A bunch of us tried to heal a wounded angel, screwed ourselves over royally as a result of one of my brilliant plans, and then the angel turned himself into stone. So, in essence, we've got a garden gnome for our troubles.

[itakesouls.livejournal.com]

Sounds bad. This might cheer you up. Today a guy was killed by the Kitchen Guillotine he was trying to sell.

[aj_crawley]

*snorts into his drink*

That does help. It really, really does.

Ah, humans. They never stop thinking of inventive and amusing ways to fuck themselves over.

*smiles fondly*

[itakesouls.livejournal.com]

Ya. Guy got artery spray all over my new jacket. *Turns and shows Crowley her Jacket. It is adorned with a nice amount of blood spray* Dry cleaning bills are a bitch. Rube keeps telling me to get a slicker.

Hey, you're a Demon, right? Wanna like, will this stain away for me? *Smiles expectantly*

[aj_crawley]

A slicker? Practical, but hardly very classy.

*raises an eyebrow at the stain, which hurriedly makes itself scarce*

[itakesouls.livejournal.com]

Well the idea of the slicker is that the blood washes right off of it and then I put it away. It's not like I am wearing it to the Ritz.

*Looks in amazement as the stain disappears* Thanks! How can I repay you? A drink perhaps?

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

Good evening, Crowley.

[aj_crawley]

*inclines head*

Good evening, my Lady.

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

And how is life treating you?

[aj_crawley]

Been better. But I've been worse, too. I have a purpose. That helps.

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

And your purpose?

[aj_crawley]

A quest, my Lady. Terribly Arthurian.

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

how fascinating. Is this a self imposed quest, or are a geas?

*tilts head to one side*

Have you been naughty, dear?

[aj_crawley]

I suppose you'd have to call it self-imposed.

And of course I've been naughty, my Lady. I'm insulted that you even have to ask.

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

Oh you are fun.

Anything that would interest me?

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

My Lady.

My lord Crowley has found some Chian wine, somewhere.

Without the water in it.

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

Marvellous! Is there enough for me to partake?

*she looks at Kassandra fondly*

How are you, my love?

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

*she offers her own glass*

If you are joining us, Lady, p-perhaps I ought to drink it watered.

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

*touches her hand and speaks in a low voice*

Trust me, for tonight, Kassandra. Let yourself. I'll not play with you.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

....oh.

*maybe she looks relieved, maybe disappointed; she does smile, and relax, between Luck and Crowley.*

Do they treat you well, the dice that were once Hektor my brother's?

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

They do, Kassandra.

Would you have them back from me? They have served a purpose, and I know they are important to you.

Thank you for your gift, dear.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

Lady, hold them, for now.

Sirius will not care to play, surely, and they -- they suit you.
So long as they still belong to me...

It is pleasant, to know you have them.