Drink Count: 5 | He's a cold hearted snake. Look into his eyes.

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley opens the front door, finding a package with his name on it. What the hell? When he picks it up, he's startled by how light it is. It feels empty. Well, he brings it inside and sets it on a table to open it. Nope, it's empty. Who sends empty packages?

But then he catches sight of his reflection in a decorative mirror and he stops and stares.

His eyes!

His eyes are yellow with slit pupils, reminiscent of a serpent instead of the bright green human eyes. He can't help but grin at himself. He flicks his tongue out, tasting the air like a snake. Brilliant.]


A. [Action: Around Town]

[Crowley is in a wonderful mood, skateboarding through town on his homemade skateboard. He's again in his usual suit and Converse, his tie flapping as he travels a long.]


B. [Action: Olney's Tavern]

[Crowley's behind the bar, drying glasses with a towel and occasionally making drinks. Why yes, he is in fact attempting to get the drones in there to try cocktails that haven't been invented yet.]

It's called an appletini. It's delicious.

Comments

B

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

You think they'd act any different if we got them all really drunk?

[Your fellow bartender is up to no good.]

Might be pretty funny if they were all falling over themselves.

[eyesofaserpent]

That would be bloody brilliant, mate.

[The demon's yellow snake eyes glittered with mischief.]

And these guys are so closed minded. There's more to life than a bloody Manhattan.

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Never been much for cocktails, myself. Too much effort and usually not strong enough for me.

But seeing these guys unable to walk a straight line might be the funniest damn thing ever.

[eyesofaserpent]

... You know what we need to do? We should make all of them a bunch of Long Island Ice Teas. They won't know what hit 'em~!

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

I am absolutely behind this plan.

...What exactly's in that one again? These modern drinks are a pain to remember.

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley grabs a shaker and fills it with ice. As he talks, he eyeballs the amounts of alcohol he's pouring in.]

Let's see... A pony of vodka, a pony of light rum, a pony of gin, a pony of triple sec, a pony tequila...

[At this point he grabs half a lemon and a reamer, juicing the lemon into the shaker. He then grabs a half a teaspoon and a half of sugar, dumping it in as well.]

A jigger of lemon juice and a teaspoon and a half of sugar.

[He puts the lid on the shaker, and gives it a good, thorough shaking. Then he fills a highball with some more ice and strains the alcohol into it. He then squirts in some cola, giving it color.]

Shake, pour, add Coke and a straw and you're golden.

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

[Lancer might have been a fish out of temporal water, but he was a fast learner. Especially where alcohol was concerned, because that was Serious Business.]

Sounds like a bad decision in a glass. I like it already.

A

[likescats.livejournal.com]

[Just walking down the street.]

:D

[eyesofaserpent]

[When Crowley sees the familiar specter of the leader of the Four Horsemen, he nearly rolls into a wall. It takes him a moment to compose himself, but he skateboards on over anyway, stopping in front of him.]

Oh, er... Hi...

[likescats.livejournal.com]

[And he even talks the same.]

HELLO.

[eyesofaserpent]

[Well, he's rather convinced they're the same.]

Er... Keeping busy then are we, Lord Azrael?

[likescats.livejournal.com]

[At least you don't think he's supposed to be your girlfriend. He's already had that happen with Deadpool here. Also a skull face is managing to look perplexed somehow.]

I'M AFRAID YOU HAVE ME MISTAKEN FOR SOMEONE ELSE.

[eyesofaserpent]

Mistaken....?

[He narrows his yellow eyes at him, trying to decide if this is a joke.]

Funny, you even sound just like The Angel of Death...

A

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

[Lyn is still cursing himself for his phone confession not so long ago, but Crowley's reaction to it over the phone was unusual enough that he's not actually feeling as alarmed as he did before about the other demon knowing his true nature, even now that the cat is quite thoroughly out of the bag. So, rather than bolting behind - or up - the nearest tree when he sees the man skateboarding along, he stands still and watches.]

Do you get around like that in your own world, too? [There's a definite trace in amusement in his voice. The eyes haven't caught his attention just yet.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He rolls to a stop and kicks up his board.]

Skateboard? Oh, bloody hell no. I drive a vintage 1926 Bentley.

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

So, uh...why the skateboard, then? Doesn't seem like much of a parellel to -

[And then Lyn notices the eyes, and interrupts himself in mid-sentence.] - whoa. Is that what they're supposed to look like?

[eyesofaserpent]

Huh? Oh, these? [He taps near his right eye with two fingers. He smirks.]

Yesss... [Why yes, that was a happy little hiss there.]

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

Yeah, okay, I can definitely see the snake thing now. [Lyn is clearly intrigued. He's starting to take a definite liking to talking with Crowley; it's pretty cool to be able to converse with another demon without practically having entirely justified paranoid fits, and the differences between their worlds are interesting.] That's pretty badass.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He chuckles.] I normally wear shades. The eyes kind of spook most people.

B

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Theo watches Crowley pass over the fruity drunk with a raised eyebrow.]

The hell is that?

[eyesofaserpent]

It's an Appletini. Vodka, apple schnapps, and cointreau.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[SKEPTICAL.] It sounds like a fruit drink, not booze.

[eyesofaserpent]

Well, it's all alcohol. Is there something else I can make you? And if you say anything that predates the fifties, I'm going to make something else for you.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Well, I predate the fifties. But I guess it would only be a problem if I drank anything besides red wine or whiskey.

[eyesofaserpent]

I'm getting tired of making Old Fashioneds and Manhattans, mate. So name a flavor you like and I'll make you something to suit.