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[Choice is a complicated topic, so Crowley decides to leave it for now, not wanting to get himself in a weird mood.]

Can't blame you for being eager for a drink. [As if that's the only reason he's ready to be out of the car. There is, miraculously, a parking spot right across from the bar, and he pulls into it easily.] Here we are, then. Try not to hurt my feelings by scrambling out too fast.

[It won't hurt his feelings, he's used to Aziraphale.]

Mmhmm. I'll get right on that.

[Scrambling might be a stretch. He wastes no time in unfastening the seatbelt and unfolding himself. He slams the door behind him harder than intended.]

Oof. Sorry. [Genuine remorse.

Once Crowley is out, he starts toward the bar with him.]

Let's say, hypothetically, someone during all those gift mix-ups gave me a truck. What would be the best thing to do with it?

[Aside from put it in neutral and shove it into the ocean.]

[Crowley takes a little more time getting out, though he's hardly slow about it. He raises an eyebrow at the slammed door; Cullen is very lucky this isn't the Bentley, or he'd have gotten chewed out for the carelessness, but fortunately he doesn't give a shit about this particular car.]

You got a blasted truck out of that whole mess? [That's way better than what Aziraphale got.] If learning to drive's out of the question, you might as well sell it and turn a bit of profit.

Yes, supposedly from a friend of mine from my world, which was doubly odd, because I'm fairly sure she doesn't drive.

[He hums thoughtfully.]

They are useful. And I imagine Blade would like it. I'd have to keep the keys away from him, or he'd surely try to drive, himself.

Lucky bastard.

[Not that Crowley particularly wants a truck, but that's hardly the point.

Once they're inside, he drops down into a table a little out of the way, just in case Cullen at some point decides they're going to try to talk about feelings.]

I could teach you, if you'd like? Could teach Blade, too, not sure if he's got the dexterity for it, but it'd be good for a laugh.

[Cullen settles in and relaxes, waiting for the server to bring the menus.]

Do not teach my dog how to drive. It would end in tears.

[As for the offer of himself, he gives it more genuine thought.]

Perhaps I have been afraid long enough. It would make getting around the city faster. Is there anything I could do for you in return? This is more complex than a normal favor.

That's the point.

[As long as they're not his tears, it's perfectly fine.]

Nah, not sure there's much I really need, you know? [It's the more polite way of saying he's not sure if there's anything that Cullen can offer him.] Could just call it an IOU, if you want, but it might not be wise to owe a demon a favour.

[A joke, mostly. He likes Cullen, he wouldn't call on him for something awful.]

Yes, that is the point. He'd hurt himself, and I'd cry.

[He arches a brow. Is he joking?]

I can call it an IOU.

[Which...says something, all things considered. He's not at all averse to the distraction of the arrival of the menu.]

Ah well, suppose I'd be a bit of a bastard if I let him hurt himself.

[He might not be an animal person but like, they did nothing wrong. Aside from horses. Horses did everything wrong.]

Got yourself a deal, then. It'll give me something to do, and I'm sure it'll be a right lark.

[He's a terrible friend.]

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