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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*In the doorway, Crowley and a small blonde woman appear. She's holding tightly to his hand, but as soon as she's taken a seat in a booth he bows his head slightly, grinning, and heads to the bar. She watches him, chewing her lip thoughtfully*

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[aj_crawley]

*pleasantly*

So, how're you?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oh, excellent.

You?

[aj_crawley]

*his finger is making tiny circles on the tabletop*

Fine, fine.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He watches Crowley make the circles and takes a slow, deep breath.*

You know, the lake's all frozen over again. You wouldn't know the party even happened.

[aj_crawley]

Well, 's nearly the end of February. It'll start melting on its own soon enough.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I dunno; I hear Scotland's pretty cold right through March.

*His fingers tap nervously on the tabletop.*

[aj_crawley]

Be summer soon enough.

*his hand rests, for no discernible reason, over his breast pocket*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's mouth goes dry.*

Yeah. Summer. Uh-huh.

*He's lost the capacity to form complete sentences.*

[aj_crawley]

*he snickers, picking up one of the CDs lying on the table, idly removing the disc from the case and using it to reflect light into Bernard's eyes*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He squints and rolls his eyes.*

[aj_crawley]

*and as his eyes flicker away, there's a sudden weight in Bernard's pocket*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He almost jumps.

His fingers certainly twitch towards his pocket before he can help it, but he stops himself.*

[aj_crawley]

*he raises an eyebrow and grins*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Slowly, Bernard grins back.*

[aj_crawley]

Have a good day, then?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Not the worst day of my life.

*A grin*

Doesn't take much, though.

[aj_crawley]

'Spose not.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He glances over at Nymphadora, who's fully occupied by the angel at the moment.*



Nearly gave me a fucking heart attack, you know.

[aj_crawley]

*he looks gratified*

And here I was aiming for hair-raising.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He shoots Crowley a dark look.*

Just be glad I was outside.

Kind of hard to hide the reaction of feeling that much drain out of the Bar at once.

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley begins to snigger as he ponders all possible meanings of this statement*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Asshole.

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley is five tries unsuccessfully to quell his laughter*

Well, at least you weren't in public.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He rolls his eyes, finally getting the joke.*

Fuck. Off. Demon.

[aj_crawley]

Well I hope you at least washed your hands.