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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley enters the bar, looking significantly better rested than the last time he was here. He's not limping any more, and despite the slight stiffness of his movements, there is a grin on his face. He orders an apple martini and settles himself at his usual table, idly flexing his still-dusty wings and then wincing at the protest of sore muscles*

Comments

[clumsy_auror]

*quietly* What about the -- the flame being? The Metatron?

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

He's an awful bore. What are we talking about?

[clumsy_auror]

Peter's had a dream, which is apparently chock-full of Crowley's old friends.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Oh.

That is unlikely to be good.

[aj_crawley]

Yes, well, I've made the executive decision that I'm basically going to put my fingers in my ears and pretend I heard nothing.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Very mature, my dear.

Reminds me of our policies, somewhat.

[aj_crawley]

I learn from the best.

I'm about to head over to the bar - can I tempt you to an apple martini?

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Sounds delightful, thank you.

And... I'm not sure how to take that. Was that a pointed comment?

More barbed than usual, I mean.

[aj_crawley]

Of course not, angel. Whyever would you think that?

*smirks, heads off to the bar, and returns with the drinks*

[aj_crawley]

Well, I mean, it definitely sounds like him, but... Why the hell would he be looking for me?