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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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[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

"I'll second that."

Peter stares at the floor for a few minutes, then lifts his head. "You know what? It doesn't matter. Even if the names are right--whatever they did, that's the past. There's not a person at this table who'd even consider letting them come within a fathom of Door or Ingress, even if they had threatened Door, which they didn't. And Tom, you're going off on vacation with Door and Ingress anyway.

"So I'm just chalking this up to a random, weird, disturbing dream, and I'm not going to worry about it until something happens to show that it IS more than a dream."

Peter glares, as if putting the exclamation point to his words.

[young_tmriddle]

Excellent advice, Peter. A dream is not going to ruin our holiday. Or our lives.

But if you have any more, owl me. And charm the letter so that only I can read it.

*stands*

I'm off then.

[young_tmriddle]

Excellent advice, Peter. A dream is not going to ruin our holiday. Or our lives.

But if you have any more, owl me. And charm the letter so that only I can read it.

*stands*

I'm off then.