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

[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?

[eyesofaserpent]

Probably a bit of both, mate.

[He smirks a bit, a little glitter of mischief in his eyes (hidden by sunglasses, of course).]

That? It's a Fallen Angel.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Who th' hell names these things?

[eyesofaserpent]

I've no idea. Bloody hell knows they're probably some poncy git with too much time on their hands.

[bye_to_yer_head]

I bet they get paid well too. Jus sit in some bar, drinkin' and making up names for things.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He snorts, nodding.]

'Sss likely. Probably drives a car like mine... Or he hasss a driver.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Yer not allowed t' make fun of people that have th' same car as you. She's a beaut though. Really is.

[eyesofaserpent]

Hey now, I've had my car for long enough that I can make fun of whoever I want.

[bye_to_yer_head]

How's that make it any better?

[eyesofaserpent]

If someone's got one of these cars these days, they're hardly the first owner. And they spent far more than I ever did in the collector's market.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Yer tellin' me you bought it when it first came out?

Sorry, but you don't look like yer 90 years old t' me.

[eyesofaserpent]

Yes. I bought it when it was brand new and my car's 85 now.

I'm far older than 90, mate.

[bye_to_yer_head]

An' how old is far older than 90?

*He's willing to believe a lot of crazy things, but...*

[eyesofaserpent]

A little older than 6,000 years and some time before there was time.