Drink Count: 6 | And He Wanders Lost for a Time

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley's feeling the sting of being away from London today. He misses his flat. He misses dining at the Ritz. He misses feeding the ducks at St. James Park. He misses his car. And though he would ever be reluctant to say it, he misses Aziraphale. And he misses doing all those things with the angel. Now that he's been pulled away from his life, he's starting to realize just how much of it was a comfort he relied on.

[He feels as if his foundation has been cracked today. He feels unsteady on his feet. He misses his good friend dearly and he's quite aware that none of the connections he's made here in Mayfield can even remotely compare to the angel. He knows he's thinking too much about this, but he doesn't have his pal to pull him out of his thoughts and back into the real world.]


A. [Action - 915 Bilko Boulevard]

[Crowley's quieter than usual this morning, just sipping his coffee and staring blankly at the front page of the newspaper without really reading it.]


B. [Action - Around Town]

[Crowley's walking to work today, having left his homemade skateboard at home. His hands are stuffed in his suit pockets and his shoulders are sagged.]


C. [Action - Olney's Tavern]

[Normally Crowley is doing his best to introduce the drones (and residents, for that matter) to a wider variety of cocktail than they tend to order. But today he's just quietly serving up everything ordered without complaint.]

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[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

[Grimsley is a regular by now, although his visits are somewhat erratic. He'll hop in a stool sometime during the day.]

Good day, barkeep. Are you usually in at this hour?

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley looks up at... Well, someone he doesn't know.]

My schedule's all over the place, it seems. What'll you have?

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

Whatever you care to serve. My tastes aren't particular.

[eyesofaserpent]

Alright then...

[He fills up a glass with ice, then chops up some mint leaves. The sprinkles the mint over the ice, then fills the glass halfway with rum, then he fills it the rest of the way with cream soda. He tops it off with a couple lemon slices and slides it over on a napkin.]

One Rum and Cream.

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

[Not exactly the most sophisticated thing he's ever been offered, but Grimsley will take it with a shrug after side-eyeing it for a few moments. Alcohol was alcohol.]

Something with a little more punch next time, perhaps. I plan to be unconscious within the hour.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He arches a brow, hissing a bit in an effort to hold his tongue.]

Sssure.

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

It's been a long day. Week. Month.

Don't judge me.

[eyesofaserpent]

It's a long everything here in Mayfield.

[He looks tired himself as he busies himself drying a glass.]

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

Something bothering you as well, my good man?

[Grimsley will sip at his rum a bit and amuse himself by swirling the foam around.]

A!

[loistheintrepid.livejournal.com]

It's trash, you know. The Mayfield paper.

[What? The window was partially open, so she walked over to say hi. That's socially acceptable, right? She gives him a small wave, ducking so he can see her face in the window.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He blinks once, slowly, tilting the paper down so he can see her properly.]

Er... What?

[loistheintrepid.livejournal.com]

[She nods a head towards the paper in his hands.]

The newspaper. It sucks. Crappiest reporting I've ever had the misfortune of reading.

[eyesofaserpent]

Oh... I wasn't actually reading it...

[He folds it up and settles it on the table.]

[loistheintrepid.livejournal.com]

Oh. Lucky you, then.

[She hesitates, squinting at him through the window.]

Are your... eyes different?

[eyesofaserpent]

Yes. I got my eyes back.

[He smirks a bit rakishly.]

[loistheintrepid.livejournal.com]

[She considers him a moment, straightening and nodding towards the door.]

You gonna invite me in so I can see 'em?

[eyesofaserpent]

[He snorts a bit.]

What? You don't want to climb in through the window?

[As he's saying it, though, he's getting up to head to the front door and open it.]

B.

[kurobakaitoukid.livejournal.com]

[Kaito is leaning against the side of a nearby building, hands in his pockets and clothing looking thoroughly rumpled. He notices Crowley's down and out posture with concern.]

Ah... are you okay, sir?

[eyesofaserpent]

[He stops to look at the kid, honestly surprised at the question.]

Huh? I, er... Yeah, I'm fine.

[kurobakaitoukid.livejournal.com]

[Kaito pushes himself away from the wall and makes his way casually closer to Crowley, hands still in his pockets.] Are you sure? You look kind of down.

[He laughs a little.]

But I guess you have every reason to be-- you were kidnapped too, right? You don't act like the droned guys.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He doesn't really look like the droned guys either with his yellow, slit-pupiled eyes.]

Who hasn't been abducted here?

[kurobakaitoukid.livejournal.com]

[Kaito laughs again.] Haaaaaaa... that is the question, isn't it?

So what's up? Kidnapping blues got you down?

[The real question here should probably be why Kaito is so chill about the whole thing considering he only arrived here yesterday...]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He thinks on it a long moment.]

I suppose I'm just homesick.

[The kid's calm doesn't really bother him much. The weight of this place had taken three months to finally hit the demon, after all.]

[kurobakaitoukid.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? What's home like for you, then?

[eyesofaserpent]

London, mate. Big city, lots of people. It's brilliant.