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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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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His mouth drops open.*



How'd you manage that?

[aj_crawley]

Well, uh, it was the Apocalypse that wasn't, and, um.

*he looks a bit sheepish*

I sort of had to do a hundred and twenty through a gridlocked London, and then go over a flyover on the M25 that was registering a couple of hundred degrees - which sort of made it burst into flames - to try and get there in time to stop it.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard blinks.*



Of all the times to be without a camera.

[aj_crawley]

*he grins fondly*

Held together all the way to where I was headed, to. Wouldn't get even ten minutes as a blazing fireball out of any of these modern cars.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He grins back boyishly*

Be fun to try, though.

[aj_crawley]

*sternly*

But we're not having any comparative test runs.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

'Course not. Bentley's a fucking work of art. But a Pinto...

Now, that's what I call expendable.

[aj_crawley]

Well, true. Like to see how it'd match up to the Wasabi in terms of fireball durability.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His grin is a little frightening.*

Me too.

[aj_crawley]

*thoughtfully*

Wonder if there's enough space to have a derby out by the lake...

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He winces*

Doubtful. Wouldn't want to veer off course and end up in the forest. Place is fucking creepy.

[aj_crawley]

And also, you know, flammable.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*A shrug*

Eh, not in winter. Wood's all wet.