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[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley's back to his usual shape. No extra curves, no extra scales. He has the day off and he's decided that he's hungry. He can't go out for lunch by himself, right?]


A. [Action: 724 Anderson, around noon]

[Here's Crowley. Here's Crowley barging into this house as if he owns the place. He has one hand shoved into a pocket and he looks as laid back as a snake sunbathing.]

Rupert? Are you in?


B. [Action: the restaurant in The Louvre Hotel, around 1]

[Crowley'd heard the food is good here, so naturally, he is drawn to it. It reminds him of all the times he and Aziraphale would dine at the Ritz, though the Ritz was infinitely better than this place. Still, this is where he and Giles can be spotted having lunch.]

Oh, come on now, it's not all that bad here.


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

[As always, your resident bar demon is serving up drinks. He seems to be in good spirits and not because he caused any mischief.]

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[watchedher.livejournal.com]

[ Between the drone family, the non-drone family, and years of having teenagers burst into his home for every supernatural threat or new boy drama...

Giles doesn't even startle, just looks up from his book. For politeness' sake he sets it on the coffee table and stands, blinking. ]

Crowley? Um, hello.

[eyesofaserpent]

Oh, good. You are here. Come on, let's do lunch.

[watchedher.livejournal.com]

Well, uh, I...

[ He fumbles for a response for a good few seconds, then seems to actually consider this. ]

I don't have any plans. So I suppose, er, let's.

[eyesofaserpent]

[The demon grins and then turns on his heel, heading outside.]

Good. We're taking my car.

[watchedher.livejournal.com]

[ Giles gives the abandoned book one last glance before he grabs his coat and follows, though still a bit bewildered. ]

You're looking a bit more, um... like yourself.

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley shrugs.]

It was never going to be a permanent thing.

[He glances at him out of the corner of his eye, just over the temples of his shades.]

Would you rather I go back to that?

[He opens up his car door and slides in smoothly.]

[watchedher.livejournal.com]

No, no, this is perfectly...

[ He trails off as they approach the Bentley, and lingers on the sidewalk for a moment to look at it, faintly smiling and obviously impressed. The admiration doesn't fade as he gets in. ]

Ah. I quite like your car.

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley grins. He caresses the steering wheel as if the car is a lover.]

They don't build cars like they used to. I've never found a car I liked even a quarter as much as this one.

[watchedher.livejournal.com]

I had a lovely '63 Citroen DS. Went down in the line of duty, I'm afraid.

[ His tone is a little wistful, though it may just be envy for the Bentley. Totally-not-a-midlife-crisis red convertible aside, Giles really does enjoy old cars. ]

It's amazingly well-maintained.

[eyesofaserpent]

Er... The Bentley kind of went through some serious trauma when we averted the apocalypse... Didn't think I'd see it again. But, when I woke up the next day, there it was in the car park like it'd never been a smoking pile of metal.

[watchedher.livejournal.com]

I'm glad to hear it. It'd be a tragedy to lose a car like this, with the odds of finding another.

[eyesofaserpent]

It's much better than that American crap I drove home in that night, that's for sure.

[He starts to drive. Of course, his driving seems reckless to the wrong person. But even as he is now, it's this kind of cool control at high speed.]

[watchedher.livejournal.com]

[ Giles is quite comfortable in the role of getaway driver, and could tell you just how fast an elderly Citroen can go when pursued by vampires, or the US military, or a horde of zombies. But the Bentley is a hell of a lot faster than he expected it to be, and it's rather different when you're stuck in the passenger seat.

A bit nervously, though it's more a token protest than anything: ]

We, ah, we really needn't-- surely we're not in this much of a hurry?

C

[bread_goes_bip]

[Death's not really a regular at Olney's. But she does like meeting people so every now and then she drifts in. She's never met this particular bartender before though. Obviously she needs to fix that.]

Hello!

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley smirks. It isn't often that one of the female persuasion enters the bar.]

Hello yourself. What can I get for you?

WHO GOOGLED PINK COCKTAILS? :p

[bread_goes_bip]

Could I get a raspberry fizz, please?

Omg I google ALL the recipes for Crowley to make. /uses rp as vehicle for cocktails

[eyesofaserpent]

Raspberry Fizz? Sure thing.

[Into a champagne flute goes vodka, raspberry liqueur, and champagne. He sets the glass on a bar napkin in front of her.]

I don't think we've met yet. I'm Crowley.

I used to have a page of cocktails by colour, but it's gone now

[bread_goes_bip]

[Death smiles and takes a sip]

Good to meet you, Crowley. I'm Death. Didi, if that's easier for you.

Oh! Sadface! That's something I'd love.

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley's brows furrow and he stares at her through his sunglasses for a very long moment.]

Death? You don't much look like Azrael. Or that other skeletonny bloke I've met here that looks like Azrael.

There must be another one somewhere! I found it on a wedding planning board :p

[bread_goes_bip]

People do tend to be surprised. I have to admit meeting the other fellow was an experience.

I'm sure there is! It's just a matter of searching! Actually at thebar.com you can search by color.

[eyesofaserpent]

Yeah, it was a little...

Huh... How strange. Is there a different Death for every world?

Because you never know when you need a pink drink!

[bread_goes_bip]

There seems to be. He's in charge of the Discworld. We've had a lot of time to talk about it thanks to the town's sense of humour.

Or blue or green....

[eyesofaserpent]

What, did Mayfield proclaim you married?

Or rainbow!

[bread_goes_bip]

[Death giggles]

Exactly.

Indeed!

[eyesofaserpent]

[He shakes his head a bit. He feels a lot more at ease with this Death. The other one completely unsettles him.]

Huh... Strange town, this... Er... How long have you been here?