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[aj_crawley]

*walks in and looks around*

*without ordering a drink from the bar, takes a seat with a clear view of the entrance*

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[clumsy_auror]

*walks in, sees Crowley, and ignores him*

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

*slumps a bit more, but eyes remain fixed on doorway*

[vampire-brat.livejournal.com]

*Lestat, at the next table, snickers at what he is reading, and turns the page*

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

*briefly looks away from the door at the sound, scowls, and goes back to watching the entrance*

[vampire-brat.livejournal.com]

*calls over* 'Dis Lewis homme, was he one of yours, or just incredibly intuitive?

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

*non-plussed, and vaguely irritated*

What?

[vampire-brat.livejournal.com]

*quotes* "Hell is a bureaucracy in which everyone is perpetually concerned about his own dignity and advancement, where everyone has a grievance, and where everyone lives the deadly serious passions of envy, self-importance, and resentment."
Then again, he could be describing the IRS.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

::screams, a low, wild, mad and mournful scream, and runs out of the bar again::

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

*puts his head in his hands, never taking eyes from door*

[young_tmriddle]

(ooc: I'm at stupid, bloody class again, but Tom needs a word with you, so I'll keep checking back.)

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

(ooc: not going anywhere... *g*)

[young_tmriddle]

*approaches warily, obviously something is on his mind*

Crowley. I'm surprised you're back so soon.

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

Someone I need to talk to.

[young_tmriddle]

Can I buy you a drink? I daresay you're not going to be popular here tonight. But I know how that can be.

I need to ask you something.

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

*obviously surprised*

I'm... not thirsty.

Ask away. I've not got any pressing matters to attend to.

*gestures to painfully obvious berth people are giving Crowley*

[young_tmriddle]

I've done some bloody awful things already in my life. I've killed, and I've hurt people, and somehow, I have to tell Door. I can't lie to her... not anymore. And she's not going to... When she knows, I mean, there's no way...

I'm not going to get into what all happened with you and... the other night. But I can hazard a guess as to why it happened.

If you are going to hurt someone to make things better for them in the long run...

Was it worth it, Crowley?

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

*watches Crowley watch the door, then walks up and taps him on the shoulder*

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

*nearly jumps out of his skin*

*composes himself, tries to shake off remainder of dazed numbness from encounter with Lestat (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/88159.html?thread=2527327#t2527327)*

My Lady. *he excutes a half bow* I have been waiting for you.

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

*looks amused*

That's nice, dear.

What do you want?

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

Sit.

*gestures pereptorily*

What the hell did you give me last night?

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

You know what it is, demon. Or at least you must suspect...

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

::drops gracefully into the seat across from Crowley, offering a blood-red marigold::

A flower for the gentledemon?

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

I... thank you. Although 'gentle' is hardly the word I'd use.

Drink? I was debating hauling myself to the bar just now.

And... how'd you know I was a demon?

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

A drink, yes, of lilac and dew. A drink.

I know many things. The water tells me. The flowers whisper.

[aj-crawley.livejournal.com]

*raises eyebrow*

If you're sure...

*shrugs, heads to bar, returns with two glasses*

I don't suppose I could persuade this flower *fingers marigold in buttonhole* to whisper things to me? I could use someone to tell me what to do.