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eyesofaserpent) wrote2011-11-14 07:42 pm
eyesofaserpent) wrote2011-11-14 07:42 pm
Drink Count: 12 || Dropping By
[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.]
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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And in so many ways, you are just like him. It's almost scary.
[He expertly screeches to a halt in a parking space at the Louvre Hotel with a grin.]
Hungry?
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The man eyes the hotel, expression turning to something rather more like suspicion. It is not by any means his favorite place in Mayfield. ]
May I ask what inspired you to invite me along on such short notice? Not, not that it isn't appreciated, I'm simply... curious.
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I hear the food's good and good food is only made better with good company.
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And you are aware that the building has an unfortunate tendency to lock down every so often? It seems everyone has their own horror story. Oftentimes more than one.
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[Totally slept through Summer Lovin'. Yep.
Crowley's used to his world, where reservations are things that happen to other people. But he remembered last minute that it probably wouldn't be the same here and phoned in the reservation for two.]
Reservations for Crowley...
[The maitre d' leads them to their table and Crowley sits.]
Tell me, Rupert... Do you have a sweet tooth?
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[ The place also has something of a reputation, but at this point he's in no position to argue.
Anyway, the food is good. ]
A bit of one, yes, though it's not often indulged.
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Aziraphale tends to eat his dessert and most of mine...
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[ His expression is somewhat sympathetic-- it's a difficult situation, missing those left behind but not wishing Mayfield's unpleasantness on them. ]
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[Crowley, stop that. You aren't fooling anyone.]
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[ Well, he and Angel got along well until shit abruptly hit the fan. And even if he never liked Spike, it was occasionally nice to have someone around who wasn't a Californian teenager. ]
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They do indeed. Live such short lives, that is.
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The angel was... Well... He was the only face I saw on a semi-regular basis over the course of 6,000 years. I saw him more often than I saw any of my kind. Yeah, it was kind of his job to follow me around and thwart my wiles, but still...