Drink Count: 8 | They See Me Rollin'

[eyesofaserpent]

A. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard]

[OH LOOK A PACKAGE FOR CROWLEY. It's kind of small. And unlike the last time, it has a bit of weight and there's a noise inside... Like that of jingling keys... He tears open the box and pulls out his car keys. The Bentley. He dashes to the garage with uncommon haste and almost lets out a whoop of joy as his eyes fall on his vintage 1926 Bentley. See this, this is the happiest demon in the world.

Crowley slips into the driver's seat (on the right side mind!) and caresses the steering wheel as if it is a lover. After a couple minutes just appreciating sitting in his wonderful, beloved car he looks around the dash. He lets out a short bark of glee as he pulls out a pair of Ray-Bans. They almost immediately go onto his face.

He almost feels whole now.

He slips out of the car just a moment to open the garage. When he gets back in, he slides the key into the ignition and starts her up. The engine purrs to life just the same as if it just rolled off the lot. And as soon as the power feeds to the mp3 player, Bohemian Rhapsody blares over the speakers.

He grins like a satisfied serpent.]


B. [Action: About Town]

[Crowley can bee seen driving about town in his vintage black Bentley. The windows are rolled down and either Queen or Velvet Underground can be heard from the fantastic speakers in the Bentley. Or maybe it just happens to be a classical piece. Feel free to stop him. Or race. He likes that too.]

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[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

[Race, you say?]

[Well, guess who's keeping pace with that awesome car on foot?]

[This grinning idiot, that's who.

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley does indeed notice him, a brow arching up over his shades.]

Pretty fast there, mate.

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Fastest there is, of course. You just get that back?

[eyesofaserpent]

[He snuggles down in the seat a bit.]

I did. Thank Manchester there was an extra pair of shades in here too.

B

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[And he'll spot a young girl standing right in the middle of the road, in front of his fancy car. She's leaning on a long cane and grinning.]

It's so loud!

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley is an excellent driver, really. Which is why in the busy streets of London (with a little aid from his own powers to arrange things just so) he can drive in excess of 90 miles per hour. He's driving at much saner speeds about Mayfield, though he is still speeding.]

[He sees the girl in the middle of the bloody street, wondering if she's planning on moving. It looks like a know, so he screeches to a stop]

What the bloody hell are you doing in the middle of the bloody road.

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

I am in the middle of crossing. [she says this matter-of-factly, and then she picks up the cane and waves it a little.] But then I heard you making an amazingly horrible racket, so I decided to stop and listen!

[eyesofaserpent]

It's not a horrible racket... It's Beethoven.

B

[likescats.livejournal.com]

[...cars are strange. Just looking at it from the sidewalk.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Oh hey, it's non-Azrael Death. He pulls over near him and pokes his head out of the window.]

Need a lift?

[likescats.livejournal.com]

[Death meanwhile is still looking at the car]

YOUR VEHICLE SEEMS TO HAVE AN EXTRA WHEEL.

[eyesofaserpent]

It's a spare in case of a flat.

B

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

[And then there is a giant red crocodile in the middle of the street.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[vbkjdsafhoihfoisha Screeches to a halt as he stomps on the brakes. The car stops just inches from the creature.]

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

[The creature grins. Then again, it seems to be endowed with a permanent vicious smirk. Krookodile circles the car for a moment or two before beginning to open its massive jaws.

Crowley may spot Grimsley strolling up the street nearby at that point with his head buried in a newspaper, absentmindedly reprimanding his Pokemon.]

Leave the car alone, Krookodile. Or you can pick the splinters out of your mouth yourself.

[eyesofaserpent]

.... Grimsley, is that you?

B

[revengeisafire.livejournal.com]

[ There's a horse and rider trotting down the street, past Crowley's car! This is...actually not that odd for Mayfield...

Oh, and the horse has, in place of a mane and tail, flames. The rider doesn't seem to be bothered by this in the slightest, despite the fact he's not a ghost yet. ]

[eyesofaserpent]

[His eyebrows arch. What the bloody hell is that beast. /not a fan of horses]

Is that from Hell?

[revengeisafire.livejournal.com]

No, no. Perish the thought. [ He's not really inclined to touch that, ghosts are more than enough to keep him occupied. There were those incidents with assignments from Hell, but that wasn't really a Thing. ] She was a gift from one of my mentors, in fact.

B

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[Okay, stop everything. Mika just stares, her tail wagging as soon as she sees the car coming down the street.

That?

That is a sweet ride. She is appropriately stunned into silence.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He pulls up to a stop sign near the girl, fingers tapping on the steering wheel to Queen's "Another One Bites the Dust".]

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Nice car.

[Mika leans on her cane, her tail wagging more.]

Still, blasting Queen out of a ride like that? Love the band, but something about that almost ruins the image.

B

[shhhhh-secret.livejournal.com]

(He's keeping himself busy by systematically dismantling his car, as it'll come back tomorrow good as new anyway, when Crowley rolls by with the Bentley. He gives the man an admiring nod as he passes.)

[eyesofaserpent]

[Looks over.] Engine trouble?

[shhhhh-secret.livejournal.com]

Boredom. Though if I had a car as nice yours, I would be driving it around, too.