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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*

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[clumsy_auror]

I should've known. That's fine, cheers.

[aj_crawley]

*heads off to the bar, moving carefully so as to avoid brushing his wings against anything*

*returns with three apple martinis*

[clumsy_auror]

Mmm. Brilliant. *takes a sip and grins* Perhaps the world's most perfect cocktail.

ooc: want to consolidate threads, or shall I just stay put?

[aj_crawley]

I agree, although I do admit to having something of a thing for apples. It's probably all very Freudian.

[OOC: Have already linked 'Nny to this post. *is on the ball liek wo* ]

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*hides his smile in his martini*

[aj_crawley]

None of that, you. You're as bad as I am.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

I resent that remark!

[aj_crawley]

I will, at this point, refrain from commenting on the obscene amount of apple tea in your cupboards, the bowl of apples on the kitchen counter-top, and the number of apple schnapps and apple martinis on your tab.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

I blame you entirely.

[aj_crawley]

*grins*

I'd be offended if you didn't.

[clumsy_auror]

Mmm. Very much so. Although you might say that Freud's ideas were rather Crowley-esque, given the chronology.

*thoughtfully* I prefer oranges, myself.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*laughs quietly*

[clumsy_auror]

*grins at him* You're awfully quiet tonight, angel.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

I didn't sleep as well as I'd have liked, my dear. Nothing to worry about.

[clumsy_auror]

Are you sure? You're quite well? *looks concerned, and starts to check for a fever, before remembering that ethereals probably don't get them*

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes, I'm fine. I was merely a little worried about the twit in the sunglasses.

[clumsy_auror]

*sips her martini* Yes. Aren't we all.

Harry came to the bar last night.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

I... really?

My, that's wonderful!

Possibly.

Er... oh dear, it does rather complicate things. How did Sirius take it?

[clumsy_auror]

Quite well, I think. He and Harry were both rather floored, obviously. It was all 'Skandra and I could do not to both break down on the spot. *grins* Actually, we both did, rather spectacularly. But it was very nice to see.

The lad got the drop on me, actually. Charlie and I were going to bring him in next week, when we took him for his school things, but then he just...showed up! Universal intervention, I suppose.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

I suppose so. It does mean that you won't be told off for inteference, which is always positive.

[aj_crawley]

Ah, how the tables have turned. Sort of a poetic justice, I think.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

You really are a deeply nast person, aren't you?

*smiles fondly*

[aj_crawley]

Absolutely. Rotten to the core. How do you put up with me?

[aj_crawley]

Oranges? Well, each to their own. I find it hard to respect a fruit whose peel is eaten as candied treats.

[clumsy_auror]

Oranges don't want your respect, Crowley. They just want to be eaten.