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demonicmiracle) wrote2019-09-22 04:47 pm
demonicmiracle) wrote2019-09-22 04:47 pm
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Hey, it's Anthony Crowley. You know what to do, do it with style.
Hey, it's Anthony Crowley. You know what to do, do it with style.
[He decides it might be best not to ask why she left her crown at the bar, focusing instead on making sure she doesn't fall on her face as they traverse the less than stable ground. His hand is warm and steady between her shoulder blades, helping her to keep her balance.]
Crown first, and then shoes, yeah? One of those is more replaceable than the other.
[Shoes are just shoes.]
Crown first, and then shoes, yeah? One of those is more replaceable than the other.
[Shoes are just shoes.]
[He's already had a decent amount of whiskey to drink, thanks to Cullen, but he's not saying no to more.]
Funny how everyone seems to know my business and I didn't even have to say anything about it
I'd not say no to company
Funny how everyone seems to know my business and I didn't even have to say anything about it
I'd not say no to company
[He's sprawled out on the sofa, glass balanced on his knee, some TV show playing quietly in the background, just for some vague distraction, since he's not quite ready to sleep. His sunglasses are somewhere on the coffee table, he doesn't seem much point in putting them on when it's just Lilith.
He greets her with a raise of the glass, looking confused by the comment until it registers what time it is.]
Oh, those blasted profiles are up again?
He greets her with a raise of the glass, looking confused by the comment until it registers what time it is.]
Oh, those blasted profiles are up again?
The Archivist's referenced Martin.
( she steps away just to collect herself a glass, physically getting one rather than using her magic, returning with it half-filled, placing the bottle on the table between them as she sits across from him )
Though few would likely know the significance.
( she steps away just to collect herself a glass, physically getting one rather than using her magic, returning with it half-filled, placing the bottle on the table between them as she sits across from him )
Though few would likely know the significance.
[Crowley thinks, Jon's going to get himself killed, but decides that isn't worth bringing up when they both likely know it already, and Lilith cares about as much as Crowley does.
Less, really, since he does have some faint concern for Jon, for Martin's sake.]
You and Cullen, it seems. This isn't my first whiskey of the evening.
[Though he'd sobered himself up to drive.]
Less, really, since he does have some faint concern for Jon, for Martin's sake.]
You and Cullen, it seems. This isn't my first whiskey of the evening.
[Though he'd sobered himself up to drive.]
[as much as she considered her ability to stay on the bull, she was certain that the crown wasn't going to stay on her head, so it got left at the bar with her drink.]
Yes, very good point.
[she finds both the drink and the crown right where she left them and lifts the glass to toast her friend.]
To removing inhibitions.
[and finishes it.]
Yes, very good point.
[she finds both the drink and the crown right where she left them and lifts the glass to toast her friend.]
To removing inhibitions.
[and finishes it.]
[She finishes something, but it's quickly miracled water, rather than whatever the contents of the drink was before.]
Listen, that's great, I'm a big fan of removing inhibitions, properly in line with my work that it is, but we don't drink alcohol we've left unattended. That's how we get drugged.
[And knowing what Duplicity is like, there's a lot worse things that could be given to someone than a roofie. He's sure Wynonna runs a tight ship, especially with Diana on security, but there's only so much that can be done about these sorts of things.]
Listen, that's great, I'm a big fan of removing inhibitions, properly in line with my work that it is, but we don't drink alcohol we've left unattended. That's how we get drugged.
[And knowing what Duplicity is like, there's a lot worse things that could be given to someone than a roofie. He's sure Wynonna runs a tight ship, especially with Diana on security, but there's only so much that can be done about these sorts of things.]
[that didn't taste quite right and she gives the small glass a curious look as if it's somehow betrayed her before glancing up at her friend.]
Drugged?
[well. the glass goes back on the counter, the crown gets scooped up in her hand and she gives him a very pretty smile.]
You might be right, Anthony. [she shakes her head as if to clear it, which only heightens the dizziness, and she sways where she stands before motioning toward what she thinks may be the entrance.]
Onward.
Drugged?
[well. the glass goes back on the counter, the crown gets scooped up in her hand and she gives him a very pretty smile.]
You might be right, Anthony. [she shakes her head as if to clear it, which only heightens the dizziness, and she sways where she stands before motioning toward what she thinks may be the entrance.]
Onward.
Not everyone's all that chivalrous.
[He'll explain when she's sober, about being careful with unattended drinks and accepting them from strangers.
When she sways, he steps in close again, a hand returning to her back, the other gentle beneath her arm to offer some balance. She's apparently forgotten about her shoes, but he decides not to bring it up, he'll just buy her a new pair.]
I miracled myself here, d'you think you're up for travelling that way, or should I call us a ride?
[Teleporting himself drunk usually just ends up with an impromptu trip to some country in Africa, but he's not sure what effect it'll have on a drunk mortal.]
[He'll explain when she's sober, about being careful with unattended drinks and accepting them from strangers.
When she sways, he steps in close again, a hand returning to her back, the other gentle beneath her arm to offer some balance. She's apparently forgotten about her shoes, but he decides not to bring it up, he'll just buy her a new pair.]
I miracled myself here, d'you think you're up for travelling that way, or should I call us a ride?
[Teleporting himself drunk usually just ends up with an impromptu trip to some country in Africa, but he's not sure what effect it'll have on a drunk mortal.]
[he's always so kind to her and the shoes have long been forgotten, so she taps him gently on his shoulder before going on bare toes to lift the crown to his head.]
I trust you. You are my dearest friend, Anthony. And now? You're a queen.
[is that 'yes, let's just go' or 'yes, call us a ride' because she's not sure, but he does look quite fetching wearing the crown of the queen of france.]
I trust you. You are my dearest friend, Anthony. And now? You're a queen.
[is that 'yes, let's just go' or 'yes, call us a ride' because she's not sure, but he does look quite fetching wearing the crown of the queen of france.]
[Worry aside, there's no helping his chuckle as he realizes what she's doing. He even bends slightly to make it easier for her to set the crown on his head.]
If I'd known I was coming to my coronation, I'd have worn a nice dress for it.
[Gently, he takes both her hands, holding them firm in his own.]
We're going back to my flat now, alright?
[Without moving in any conceivable way, they're suddenly standing in his kitchen. It currently smells like freshly baked scones, because there's a dozen of them sitting on a wire rack on the counter.]
If I'd known I was coming to my coronation, I'd have worn a nice dress for it.
[Gently, he takes both her hands, holding them firm in his own.]
We're going back to my flat now, alright?
[Without moving in any conceivable way, they're suddenly standing in his kitchen. It currently smells like freshly baked scones, because there's a dozen of them sitting on a wire rack on the counter.]
I have plenty of dresses for you, though you may be a bit...
[well, tall. but her eyes go wide as if to insinuate that he should know that and forms a knowing look, so it could really mean anything at this point in her drunken state.
when he takes her hand and attempts serious, she does, too. and then they're somewhere else entirely and that's a new trick and though she feels unbalanced, she's absolutely delighted at scones.]
You are utterly magical. Scones.
[give her a minute on the transport.]
[well, tall. but her eyes go wide as if to insinuate that he should know that and forms a knowing look, so it could really mean anything at this point in her drunken state.
when he takes her hand and attempts serious, she does, too. and then they're somewhere else entirely and that's a new trick and though she feels unbalanced, she's absolutely delighted at scones.]
You are utterly magical. Scones.
[give her a minute on the transport.]
I've plenty of my own dresses, thank you very much. M'not going to trying squeezing into yours.
[That's not entirely true, he really only owns one dress at the moment, since he doesn't actually have many physical items of clothing, but still.
He releases her once they're in the flat, stepping back to make sure she has plenty of space.]
You can have one, if you'd like, they're only a test run for tomorrow.
[Getting some food into her is probably a good idea, too.]
[That's not entirely true, he really only owns one dress at the moment, since he doesn't actually have many physical items of clothing, but still.
He releases her once they're in the flat, stepping back to make sure she has plenty of space.]
You can have one, if you'd like, they're only a test run for tomorrow.
[Getting some food into her is probably a good idea, too.]
Is there an occasion tomorrow for scones?
[honestly, the kitchen is not her space, but she'll peek over the ones he's made. occasionally athos cooks, though she often wishes he wouldn't.]
I cannot cook. One of the many things a queen is not allowed to do.
[she lifts one and picks a piece from it, humming her pleasure at the taste.]
[honestly, the kitchen is not her space, but she'll peek over the ones he's made. occasionally athos cooks, though she often wishes he wouldn't.]
I cannot cook. One of the many things a queen is not allowed to do.
[she lifts one and picks a piece from it, humming her pleasure at the taste.]
I've got a date.
[It likely goes without saying that it's with Aziraphale, that the scones are for him, because he's the only person Crowley puts in this much effort for. He'll share food he's made with other people, but only specifically cooks for Aziraphale.]
You could learn, you know, it's not half as tricky as it seems.
[He's glad she seems to like them, though he's well aware that drunk people don't have the highest standards.]
You want a cup of tea with that?
[Despite having offered alcohol earlier, getting something not boozy into her seems smarter.]
[It likely goes without saying that it's with Aziraphale, that the scones are for him, because he's the only person Crowley puts in this much effort for. He'll share food he's made with other people, but only specifically cooks for Aziraphale.]
You could learn, you know, it's not half as tricky as it seems.
[He's glad she seems to like them, though he's well aware that drunk people don't have the highest standards.]
You want a cup of tea with that?
[Despite having offered alcohol earlier, getting something not boozy into her seems smarter.]
[her drunk self would argue that he's currently cooked for her, even if that wasn't his intention, but it'd get lost somewhere in the translation. probably.]
Learn to cook? [she waves a hand and this is probably as entitled as he'll see her.] I've never even seen a kitchen, Anthony. It's not allowed. I made a fish once. [wait.] Several fish. For my Musketeers.
[it's all said while she pops pieces of the scone into her mouth and then it's gone and she's confused because... who ate her scone?]
You said you had very good alcohol. [and another look around shows her that they're in his kitchen.] I was hoping to find someone in that bar who could... [she lowers her voice to a whisper:] help me with my problem.
Learn to cook? [she waves a hand and this is probably as entitled as he'll see her.] I've never even seen a kitchen, Anthony. It's not allowed. I made a fish once. [wait.] Several fish. For my Musketeers.
[it's all said while she pops pieces of the scone into her mouth and then it's gone and she's confused because... who ate her scone?]
You said you had very good alcohol. [and another look around shows her that they're in his kitchen.] I was hoping to find someone in that bar who could... [she lowers her voice to a whisper:] help me with my problem.
You've seen a kitchen, you're in one.
[He looks terribly amused, and considers asking her about this fish story when she's a bit more sober, so he can get it out of her properly.
For now, he hands her another scone when the first is finished, determined to ply her with food, especially if she's going to keep drinking. Which she's apparently determined to do.]
Ah. [This is something different. He softens a little, watching her carefully.] Quota?
[Whether or not that was a bad idea, he won't deal with right now, since she's not likely to take any kind of lecture to heart. He just wants to be sure they're on the same page.]
[He looks terribly amused, and considers asking her about this fish story when she's a bit more sober, so he can get it out of her properly.
For now, he hands her another scone when the first is finished, determined to ply her with food, especially if she's going to keep drinking. Which she's apparently determined to do.]
Ah. [This is something different. He softens a little, watching her carefully.] Quota?
[Whether or not that was a bad idea, he won't deal with right now, since she's not likely to take any kind of lecture to heart. He just wants to be sure they're on the same page.]
I am in one!
[it's a declaration of truth as she takes the scone and begins to eat that one, too, as if she hadn't stopped with the first one.]
I shall let you teach me how to cook. I want to learn... [she ponders the scone in her hand, takes a piece off to eat, and then goes with:] Bread. I adore bread.
[her eyes go wide as he mentions quota and she gives him a solemn nod.]
I released an advertisement on the network and had an offer from a vampire and a wizard. [without horror, and that's the alcohol's effects, she merely asks:] Are you aware of what a vampire is capable of, Anthony?
[it's a declaration of truth as she takes the scone and begins to eat that one, too, as if she hadn't stopped with the first one.]
I shall let you teach me how to cook. I want to learn... [she ponders the scone in her hand, takes a piece off to eat, and then goes with:] Bread. I adore bread.
[her eyes go wide as he mentions quota and she gives him a solemn nod.]
I released an advertisement on the network and had an offer from a vampire and a wizard. [without horror, and that's the alcohol's effects, she merely asks:] Are you aware of what a vampire is capable of, Anthony?
[She shouldn't be this adorable.]
Alright, alright, I'll teach you how to make bread.
[He has a feeling she might change her tune in the cold light of morning, so he doesn't mind agreeing to it right now. And bread isn't the most difficult thing to make, it's more tedious, than anything.
He's a little worried about the vampire thing, though. He reaches out gently to touch her shoulder.]
No one hurt you, did they? I'm well aware what vampires are capable of, and if one's hurt you, they'll be in for a rude bloody awakening.
Alright, alright, I'll teach you how to make bread.
[He has a feeling she might change her tune in the cold light of morning, so he doesn't mind agreeing to it right now. And bread isn't the most difficult thing to make, it's more tedious, than anything.
He's a little worried about the vampire thing, though. He reaches out gently to touch her shoulder.]
No one hurt you, did they? I'm well aware what vampires are capable of, and if one's hurt you, they'll be in for a rude bloody awakening.
[she may change her mind, she may not, but he's agreed and she's thrilled. nothing has made her happier since setting foot in the city, she's sure of it, and that happiness is apparent on her face.
and then he's somber with the touches and showing concern and she attempts to ease some of it.]
I must confess that I've made no promises with him simply because of his... nature. Perhaps it was rude of me, but I do not wish to put myself in harm's way unneces-- [hold on.] -- unnecessessar-- [wait.] -- needlessly.
[a quick smile.] The wizard is not allowed to look anyone in the eye and I find that disconcerting -- [on the first try!] -- so I must continue to search.
and then he's somber with the touches and showing concern and she attempts to ease some of it.]
I must confess that I've made no promises with him simply because of his... nature. Perhaps it was rude of me, but I do not wish to put myself in harm's way unneces-- [hold on.] -- unnecessessar-- [wait.] -- needlessly.
[a quick smile.] The wizard is not allowed to look anyone in the eye and I find that disconcerting -- [on the first try!] -- so I must continue to search.
It's not rude to look after yourself. [It's not that he thinks vampires are necessarily evil, but they can do a lot of damage if they're anything like the myths he's familiar with, and that worries him.
Her comment about the wizard reminds him that he's wearing his glasses, and he carefully slips them off, folding them up to leave them on the counter. If she finds it disconcerting not to be able to meet someone's eyes, he should let her see his, considering what he's about to offer.] Anne, I don't β
[He's trying not to make this awkward, but he's not sure there's a way around it.]
If you need help with that sort of thing, you're welcome to come to me. You don't have to, I'd never β not if you didn't want to. But I'd rather not see you get hurt with strangers, or end up in realignment.
Her comment about the wizard reminds him that he's wearing his glasses, and he carefully slips them off, folding them up to leave them on the counter. If she finds it disconcerting not to be able to meet someone's eyes, he should let her see his, considering what he's about to offer.] Anne, I don't β
[He's trying not to make this awkward, but he's not sure there's a way around it.]
If you need help with that sort of thing, you're welcome to come to me. You don't have to, I'd never β not if you didn't want to. But I'd rather not see you get hurt with strangers, or end up in realignment.
[as queen, not looking her in the eye has, in the past, been considered the rudest of gestures and she's finding that the people she's meeting don't have the same level of propriety that she's known in her life; an odd distinction to make in a city where sex is the best way to make friends.
she's touched by his concern for being harmed by a vampire, but as he takes off his glasses, she realizes that he's done so because of what she's said and though her emotions are heightened because of the exceedingly large amount of alcohol she's consumed, her entire expression softens into fondness anyway.
then he goes on and her brow furrows out of concern, reaching to place a hand on his forearm.]
I would be honored. [and grateful, so it's said with sincerity and inebriation.] But I refuse to put you into an uncomfortable position with your angel.
[she's not even about to attempt aziraphale's name.]
she's touched by his concern for being harmed by a vampire, but as he takes off his glasses, she realizes that he's done so because of what she's said and though her emotions are heightened because of the exceedingly large amount of alcohol she's consumed, her entire expression softens into fondness anyway.
then he goes on and her brow furrows out of concern, reaching to place a hand on his forearm.]
I would be honored. [and grateful, so it's said with sincerity and inebriation.] But I refuse to put you into an uncomfortable position with your angel.
[she's not even about to attempt aziraphale's name.]
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