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

[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.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

If by odd you mean downroight creepy, then yeah.

I'm gonna assume it doesn't get much better th' longer you're here neither.

[eyesofaserpent]

No, not really. Sometimes I wonder if I've simply gone mad.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Guess I'm not th' one t' convince you you haven't since I'm thinkin' the same thing myself. I'm still hopin' this is some terrible dream brought on by being drugged.

[eyesofaserpent]

Though, I've heard it said that only sane people question their sanity.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Not real reassuring there, mate.

[eyesofaserpent]

No... No it really isn't.

[He quickly pours some gin, several splashes of creme de menthe, the juice of a lemon, and a couple splashes of bitters into a shaker. He shakes up the cocktail while grabbing two glasses (with ice) and pours the cocktail evenly into both. As he pushes the one toward Sniper, he picks up the second and starts to drink.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

I take it th' place is a lot more agreeable when we're all rotten?

*He doesn't even know what the hell he's drinking anymore, but he doesn't really care. This place just gives him the creeps.*

[eyesofaserpent]

Every where's a lot more agreeable piss drunk.

[bye_to_yer_head]

You're startin' t' sound loike me. Or I'm sounding loike you. One of th' two. So what's this I'm drinkin' now?