Drink Count: 11 || "Take Me In, Tender Woman," Sighed the Snake

[eyesofaserpent]

A. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard, morning]

[Oh look, there's a package on the porch for Crowley. Well, to be honest, Crowley picks it up with a glitter on the lenses of his sunglasses. So far, Mayfield's gifts to him have been good, so he really has no reason to be wary of this box. He takes it to the kitchen to open it and... He feels a rush of energy that tingles on his skin and knowledge dropped into his mind about what he has just regained: his ability to change his shape.

So, just to test it out, he suddenly takes the form of a snake and flicks his forked tongue in amusement. In fact to any of the residents of 915 Bilko were to walk into the kitchen, they would see a snake that gives the impression of being mighty proud of himself.]

Hallo.

[Oh yeah, this snake can talk.]


B. [Action: About town, afternoon]

[Crowley's trying out a different shape. He's slinking around town as a woman with raven black hair, cherry red lips, and shades. He's wearing a slinky, low-cut, white with black polka dotted pencil skirt dress and black snakeskin Louboutin stilettos. He looks like every teenage boy's wet dream: the quintessential pinup girl.

Crowley still seems rather pleased with himself, parading around town like this. Go ahead. Approach him. He won't bite. Not even you, Loki.]


C. [Action: Olney's Tavern, evening]

[Well, he's not behind the bar. He isn't allowed behind the bar tonight because he's a woman. In fact, he keeps getting disapproving looks from the patrons of the tavern.

Crowley found out he was stuck a couple hours back. It was like he forgot his favorite shape. Really, it is just a set back, though a very frustrating one. Clearly, it's been too long since he changed his shape.

He drummed his perfectly painted red fingernails on the counter before taking a sip of her Apple Crisp.]

Bollocks... I really buggered this up, didn't I?


((ooc: To anyone selecting B or C, I will be responding with eyesofafemsnake so I can use the pretty icons.))

Comments

B

[yamaxanadu]

[She doesn't approach him, but he gets a long pointed disapproved stare as she eyes him walking past.]

[eyesofafemsnake.livejournal.com]

[He notices the look and folds her arms over her chest.]

Why don't you take a picture? it'll last longer.

[yamaxanadu]

And why are you parading around in a false from like that?

[eyesofafemsnake.livejournal.com]

It's fun to change your shape every once in a while.

[yamaxanadu]

You seem like the type to misuse that however.

[eyesofafemsnake.livejournal.com]

I don't often do it.

C

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

Is this seat taken, madame?

[One person, at least, looks far from disapproving. Grimsley slides into the stool next to Crowley and flashes a shiny white smile.]

I hate to see such a lovely face marred by a frown. Something on your mind?

[eyesofafemsnake.livejournal.com]

[He arches a perfect eyebrow over the rim of his sunglasses at Grimsley.]

I think I'm out of practice. Bloody well got stuck in this shape.

[He gestures at his very curvy body.]

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

[Well. That wasn't ladylike at all. Grimsley blinks for a moment or two and squints.]

Pardon? I'm afraid I don't follow.

[eyesofafemsnake.livejournal.com]

The town gave me back my ability to change my shape today, but I seem to be out of practice. I can't get back to my favorite shape.

[She sips her cocktail.]

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

And that would be...?

C

[watchedher.livejournal.com]

[ Giles is in the tavern tonight, trying to resist doing what he's been meaning to since the chaos of Halloween, which is get very very drunk. Buffy's been taken from him just as abruptly as she appeared, and Mayfield gets more unpredictable by the day, while all the resources of home remain out of reach-- it's tiring.

He glances to the woman in the white dress every now and then, annoyed with the drones on her behalf, but doesn't quite feel it's his place to say anything. He settles for lingering at an empty table nearby and giving the occasional disparaging mutter about American whisky. ]

[eyesofafemsnake.livejournal.com]

[Crowley turns and spots that bloke that vaguely reminds him of Aziraphale. What was his name.... Oh yeah, Giles. The demon picks up the drink and steps over.]

If I was working tonight, I'd be able to get you some of the Scotch that's buried behind the counter. Shame, that.

[watchedher.livejournal.com]

[ His smile to him/her/Crowley is polite if vaguely distant, but there's a pleased note in his voice. And a decent measure of hope. ]

I'd owe you a great deal. The current staff seem unaware that any but American brands exist.

[ Drones, while interesting, are not his favorite aspect of Mayfield. ]

[eyesofafemsnake.livejournal.com]

They also don't know how to make any decent cocktails. I had to walk them through how to make this despite the fact that it has all of three ingredients.

Mind if I join you, Rupert?

[watchedher.livejournal.com]

[ That has him focusing on Crowley more intently, expression flickering through surprise and confusion before settling into low-key wariness. She's no one he knows from Mayfield, he's quite certain of that-- and while there are a number of women from home that he hasn't seen in years, he'd be Ripper or Mr. Giles to most, not Rupert.

Giles wonders carefully if she's a telepath, given Mayfield's fondness for the magically powerful. He doesn't at all like having facts pulled out of his head. ]

I'm sorry, I can't seem to recall your name.

A

[evers-hacker.livejournal.com]

[When April walked into the kitchen, she did not expect to see a snake.

And she did not expect the snake to talk.

This is pretty weird.]

... Um, hi.

[eyesofaserpent]

I can change my shape again, April!

[The snake seems so terribly pleased with himself, giving her his best snake smile.]

[evers-hacker.livejournal.com]

[She blinks in surprise, before smiling back when she realizes who the snake is and walks a bit closer to the snake.]

W-whoa, that's amazing!

[eyesofaserpent]

[He chuckles, though it comes out more like a stuttering hiss.]

It feels good to be out of my skin if only for a moment.

B

[midgardserpent]

[He watches the woman walk by. Not because he's attracted to her (he's a giant snake, dammit, human women are not his thing), but because he wonders, as he often does when he sees the women in town, how they can walk in those things on their feet.

Walking is weird enough as it is, why deliberately sabotage yourself by making it more unstable?]

[eyesofafemsnake.livejournal.com]

[Crowley pauses when he realizes he's being watched and turns to him. She arches a brow.]

Well, hello.

[midgardserpent]

[He raises an eyebrow right back. Yes?]

[eyesofafemsnake.livejournal.com]

Is there anything I can help you with?

[midgardserpent]

[He just looks at her for a moment, considering. He shakes his head. No, there isn't. He was just wondering about the shoes, really, and that's hardly important.]