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[aj_crawley]

*saunters in nonchalantly; there is a swagger to his walk that wasn't there before*

*collects bottle of wine from servete spell*

*lounges at a table with his feet propped on another chair*

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[iopenthings]

::walks over, a small, serious-looking girl in tow::

Crowley! I'm so glad to see you again. This is Ingress. Ingress, this is your Uncle Crowley.

[smallestopener]

::politely, holding out a sticky hand to be shaken::

H'lo, Uncle Crowley.

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

*stares coldly at the child with his yellow eyes*

Bit of a runty-looking thing, isn't she?

[iopenthings]

::stares, wide-eyed::

Well, yes, you would be, too, if you'd been kidnapped and underfed for six months. And if you were mortal... and five... what's wrong?

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

[Kassandra, in her usual attire of jeans and bits of chiton and himation, wanders in, without Koutali the snake. She waves a little vaguely to Sirius at the bar, and then sees Crowley, and bows, more than a little uncomfortable. The last time she saw him, after all...)

My lord Crowley?

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

Ah, the prophetess. Join me?

*pats seat beside him invitingly*

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

My lord, I --

Yes, for a little while, and you can tell us where you travelled in your time away from us.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Oh. You're back, Crowley. Can I get you anything?

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

No thanks, Bartleby. The servete spell does your job quite efficiently.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Yeah. *grins* Where've you been then, man?

[locks_it_up]

*smiles and waves, from the other end of the bar*

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

*nods*

[job26.livejournal.com]

*wincng*
*mutters* Hell's donkey's. I was hoping to get out before this part.
What I neeeeeeeed is a bit of distraction... like...






*gone out the front door*

[clumsy_auror]

*a bit cautiously* 'Lo, Crowley.

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

See you haven't gotten blown up by the forces of evil yet.

[clumsy_auror]

No, still lucky, I suppose.

You...haven't been around for a few days.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*watches from a distance, looking faintly relieved*

[locks_it_up]

*looks at the ensuing chaos for a moment, then to Anthy.*

Soooo.


....How 'bout them Yankees?

[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

*walks in from guest quarters, having washed and changed her blouse*

*pauses as she spots Crowley and feels unnerved*

*seats self at the bar and gets a glass of wine, trying to make herself unobtrusive, as this stranger makes her feel uncomfortable*

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Hey again, Liz. *smiles charmingly, shaken from exchange with Crowley*

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

*watches the prophetess disappear and smiles slightly*

*walks over and pulls out on of the now-deserted chairs*

So, Crowley, I take it you're having fun? I can't say I remember causing mass hyteria and reducing girls to tears being your style, but you're displaying a remarkable affinity for it.

*leans back in chair*

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

Well, Boss, thought I'd try out something new in my leisure time.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*exasperatedly*

Crowley, precisely *what* are you doing?

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

*whirls to face the familiar voice, is mute for a long moment*

*visibly gathers himself*

What I do best. An -... Aziraphale.

[job26.livejournal.com]

So, we're all back down to a simmer from a boil? I hope so. You'd, none of you'd, want me to take you before Sis did, otherwise--
---OOOOH! Shit! Is that John Stewart?
*Grabs hat & coat and makes for the main bar*