milliways_bar | (no subject)

... well they most certainly weren't me.

*glares at table until gouges disappear*

Much better.

*pours shots*

*knocks back*

...What the fuck jusst happened, angel?

Did you gentlemen call for the staff?

*examines*

Goodness, I hope you're all right. You both look a bit -- dishevelled.

No. Yess. I mean.

We called, but, uh, it'ss okay, it doessn't matter.

We're fine.

*glazed eyes*

*does not laugh*

*really*

Of course you are, sir. I'm sorry to disturb you two.

Oh, yes, thank you, we're um... fine. Yes. Hee! Yes, we're fine. Fine. More drink!

*refills glass*

Er... which bit?

*downs shot, reaches for bottle again*

But sshe jusst...

And then sshe...

In public...

*downs another shot*

I don't think she realised quite how... um...

*blushes*

nevermindandpasstheabsinthe

Um iss right. I'm going to kill the prophetesss next time I ssee her.

*pours shots - spills a little, because hand is shaking*

*stretches his wings a little, shrugging his shoulders*

Well... it's been a long time. I wasn't quite prepared for that. Humans have *no* appreciation for how hard it can be for one to scratch their own back.

*chokes on absinthe*

*stares*

*laughs so hard it hurts*

What?

Crowley, what?

*glares, and does another shot*

Oh dear me, this is going to my head...

*also does shot*

That'ss ssort of the plan, angel. If I get drunk enough, and have managed not to pisss off Lady Luck, I might not remember thiss little... incident come tomorrow.

Incident? I see no incident.

Ooh, Crowley! I can still say incident! Inebriated. Anoninimity. Oh, wonderful! More absinthe!

*pours shot*

I... yess. No incident whatssoever. What incident?

You're right - for the amount of abssinthe we've drunk , we're sstill dissturbingly lucid.

Disturbingly. Yes. Mmhmm. Absinthe. More. Now. Please?

*sits down, face full of laughter*

You two have no idea how amusing that looked to an observer. Remind me to congratulate the prophetess.

Absinthe? Excellent. And since true forms appear to be the mode...

*releases wings and blazing red eyes*

Crowley, the angel is fluttering at you. Look at his eyelashes. I'm quite disturbed.

*splutters incoherently*

Now look at the mess you've made of the table.

What? He is.

Ssir. Pleasse.

Mm. Kassandra is a very interesting girl.

Well, it's left you two in an interesting state, hasn't it? I hate to break it to you, but I doubt the alcohol is going to make it go away.

*plays with glass and smiles, which looks far more sinister than usual with the red eyes*

Of course, of course. Here you go. There's plenty more when you need it.

*sits back and watches surreptitiously*

Oh. Three bottles?

Hee! Where on earth did they go?

*looks under table*