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[aj_crawley]

*the low-key noises of the bar-patrons talking and of the clink of glasses are briefly overlaid with the sound of London traffic. Crowley wanders in, making a beeline for the bar. He looks as though he's feeling a damn sight better than the last time he was in here, even if he does seem a little tired. It's not long before the demon is settled at his usual table with a pot of apple tea, and even less before his head is resting against the back of his chair, his feet propped on a second. He's not sleeping, though. Certainly not*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard gets up from his stool at the Bar and walks over, tequila in hand.

He sits and watches Crowley not sleep.*

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley doesn't sleep for a while longer, before speaking*

Let me guess, you're struck dumb by my unearthly beauty.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Is it so obvious?

[aj_crawley]

Well, you're only human.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

That much is obvious.

What can I say? I've always loved you with a fierce, desperate, solitary sort of love. It's the cross I bear.

[i-am-not-honey.livejournal.com]

Janette notices Crowley as he moves towards the bar beside her. She watches him as he moves towards his table, and then watches him not sleep.

She enjoys watching him, apparently.

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley would raise a questioning eyebrow in her direction, but he's not sleeping*

[i-am-not-honey.livejournal.com]

Janette, being a headstrong woman of the 1100's, decides to make the first move, as she can only handle watching someone for so long before she gets bored.

She moves towards him confidantly, as though she's known him for years.

"Good evening sir. You seem to be having a nice nap."

[aj_crawley]

I'm not napping.

I'm...

*he gestures grandly, if vaguely*

...pondering the essential dichotomy of the human experience, and the gradual degredation of collective and divisive identities.

[i-am-not-honey.livejournal.com]

"Grand thoughts indeed, monsieur."

She grins, and invites herself to sit, slipping easily into a chair across the table from him.

"Degradation, I'm afraid, is an inevitable aspect of all things. And pondering human experience is a bit too thought intensive for me. The poor things never seem to know what they're doing."

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks walks in the door, looking a bit bedraggled; she wanders over to Crowley and Bernard*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard smiles and stands up to kiss her.*

Hi.

[aj_crawley]

*without opening his eyes*

That'd be Jaime, then.

[clumsy_auror]

*she kisses Bernard back, perhaps a few moments longer than is strictly necessary for the middle of the bar, and then squeezes Crowley's shoulder gently before sitting*

That'd be me. What's new, then?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He sits next to her and puts an arm around her.*

Nothing much.

[aching-all-over.livejournal.com]

Tiffany stares at Crowley for a bit. She can tell he's not very human, so she's curious.

On the other hand there is the matter of the sheep to attend to, and Tiffany doubts he could see a sheep through those glasses.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*the angel walks over from the door, bends down, and kisses Crowley slowly and thoroughly. Then he takes a seat next to him, a mug of apple tea appearing by his hand, and looks faintly abashed when he sees the bar's busier than he, perhaps, first thought*

Er. Sorry, but that was much needed.

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley straightens his sunglasses, looking slightly dazed*

...Hi.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael smiles*

Hello.

[aj_crawley]

Nice to see the Italians rubbing off on you?

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*a flash of guilt that he quickly suppresses*

Well, yes. Something like that.

Sorry I'm so late.

[ahsatan-natasha.livejournal.com]

And over wanders someone else who isn't sleeping, although he's doing a more obvious job of it.

"Bonsoir, mon ami. It's been quite some time since I've seen you."

A slight smile, and he nods to the angel as well. "Aziraphael. Have you found yourself a pocket-sized Lestat yet, then?"

[aj_crawley]

*he nods amiably*

It has been a bit, I suppose. How've you been?

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*the angel mutters something indistinct that might possibly end in 'oying'*

Thank you, but I'm quite set.

*his hand tightens slightly on Crowley's*

[ahsatan-natasha.livejournal.com]

He chuckles, and doesn't smirk at the jealous angel.

"Quite well, as it happens. The reorganization of Hell continues apace, of course."