Drink Count: 10 | Guilty Conscience

[eyesofaserpent]

A. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard]

[Okay, so maybe he feels guilty for that whole trying to eat you thing last week. Crowley gets up early to make a Full English [breakfast] for April and Kyon. How he got his hands on black pudding is anybody's guess, but there it is. He serves up breakfast for three, seemingly pleased with the outcome.]


B. [Action: Olney's Tavern]

[Being bored is a bad thing for a demon with access to countless liters of alcohol. He's managed to get all the drones in the bar intoxicated enough to loosen up. Bar games are afoot! Crowley overseeing a freshly minted beer pong table and it's virgin game, making sure the drones are playing the game right. He's also managed to get a raucous game of Asshole started at the table near the middle of the bar.]

Comments

I totally use Crowley as a vessel for cocktail recipes.

[eyesofaserpent]

That would be an AMF.

I had to google almost every ingredient of that. XD

[bye_to_yer_head]

S'not bad. AMF huh? And uh.. what are they all drinkin?

*he means the beer pong playing drones.*

I can garuntee I'll tell you cocktail name at some point. :3

[eyesofaserpent]

Short for Adios Mother Fucker...

Them? They're drinking whatever I give them. I think they've got a round of Long Islands right now.

\o/

[bye_to_yer_head]

Heh. Clever. Most of them drones? They seem.. more cheerful than normal. And creepier.

[eyesofaserpent]

All of them are drones, I think. They are really bloody drunk.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Makes them a bit more interesting anyway. Will they jus' drink anything you give 'em?

[eyesofaserpent]

I banned them from ordering their usuals, so yes.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Smirk* Well at least you don't have t' pick 'em up when they pass out on the street.

[eyesofaserpent]

Their sodding wives can pick them up.

[bye_to_yer_head]

If I stay long enough will I get to witness some drone domestic drama?

I live in a 50's soap opera.

[eyesofaserpent]

Possibly. I will be greatly amused if that were the case.

[bye_to_yer_head]

I'm sure some drone wife will come in, angry her husband was supposed t' be home hours ago to help water th' petunia's and throw her floral apron at him.

[eyesofaserpent]

That would just be precious. I think we might need some popcorn.

[bye_to_yer_head]

That may make my whole week. Even better than watching my teammates get drunk on two beers an' passing out.

[eyesofaserpent]

.... Two? What kind of lightweights are you teamed up with?

[bye_to_yer_head]

I don't get t' pick my teammates. To be fair he's like 15, and Scrumpy isn't normal alcohol. But still.

[eyesofaserpent]

... Fifteen? [He snorts.] I like your style, mate.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Well he's probably 20, but he looks 15, mangy little mongrel.

Say what now?

[eyesofaserpent]

Tempting a youngun' to break rules and drink. 'M all for it.

[bye_to_yer_head]

I don't even know what th' drinking age is here in America. But either way, he's a lightweight. Can't help but egg him on and watch him get off 'is face.

[eyesofaserpent]

I can't say I blame you for it. [He gestures vaguely at the drunken crowd.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

He's a lot louder than they are. Leave it t' drones to be well behaved even when they're drunk.

[eyesofaserpent]

It's because they have no personalities.

[bye_to_yer_head]

An' they all do the exact same thing. I watched five of 'em on my street mow their lawns. Exactly the same, the same pattern the same movement, all synchronized.

[eyesofaserpent]

.... Yeah, it's really odd.

[He frowns a bit and finishes off his appletini.]