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Interesting night?

( she's trying to forget what she went through after the party )

I've had less interesting nights, I'll say that

That wasn't a yes to my question, I noticed.

It wasn't a no either.

Have they had similar parties before? You seemed to expect what would happen.

Ah, that kind of night, then. You're not hurt, at least?

Most parties in the city are like that, and our hosts have a bit of a reputation. [He's not going to mention the Rubies by name, and hopes she can take the cue.] Not to mention I'm a demon. Was a bit drunk on all that lust, even before it got properly started

I'm not. But I was apparently at that party long enough for that lust to still affect me.

It was the bracelets, I think. I took mine off once I realised, but it didn't fade immediately

Just awkward, or was it bad?

Are you actually asking how said encounter was? In seriousness?

I'm not asking for the blasted details. Just want to know if I ought to offer to take you for a drink, or if you're only dealing with a bit of embarrassment

[He's trying!!! To be nice!!!]

( there's a long delay before she finally offers-- )

I have a drink. And embarrassment.

Alright.

It gets easier, the embarrassment. Most people here are used to it enough that you just sort of pretend it never happened. I doubt that's what you'd like to hear, but there's not much point in sugar coating things

Pretending it didn't happen was my plan.

They drug the food, parties. Is there anywhere else?

Perfume, drinks, jewellery, mistletoe. Sometimes it's just in the air and there's nothing you can do to avoid it

You ever get hurt, you can call me, yeah? I'll not fuss the way the angel would, and I think you're mortal enough that I could heal you without hurting you

We're screwed in one way or another.

Thanks. And I am mortal. Completely.

Essentially, yes. Sometimes it's easier than worrying about quota

You've still got a touch of it left, what you were, but I don't think it'd be enough to cause an issue

Hopefully, we won't have to find out.

Would you like a drink?

Sure

Mine, yours, or neutral ground? I know a few quiet spots that might suit you

( she really wants to say her place so that she can hide away but maybe that would end up being more awkward. or at least shine a light on it. how likely would she be to run into them again anyway? )

And what would they be?

( how concerned she should be? )

There's a rooftop bar about ten minutes from the housing in the Up, it's laid back and the weather's nice enough to enjoy it properly

I'll meet you outside it.

[He sends her the address for the bar that'll open up in the maps app automatically. He doesn't know if she's any good at technology, but considering Aziraphale...]

See you in about twenty.

[He figures that gives her time to do like... mortal things she might need to do. Find her wallet, brush her hair, he doesn't know.

He doesn't bother to drive; he's a little further away, but still arrives a few minutes early, so he just props himself against the wall to wait.]

( unlike when she'd met up with aziraphale this time she doesn't get lost on the way there, actually having walked past the address, though the map also helps.

it's easy enough to spot him when she arrives, dressed much more comfortably than when she'd first seen him )

Thank you for this.

( for what she hopes is kindness. between this and her conversation with aziraphale it will be interesting to actually get to know him )

[Crowley shrugs at the gratitude, gesturing her towards the door and following her inside. The lower levels of the building are a hotel, but there's an elevator that's marked as leading to the rooftop bar.]

It'd matter to him, I think. That we get along.

[He doesn't want to make it sound like Aziraphale requested he be nice, more that it's his own interpretation of the situation.]

( right, of course. she hadn't expected this to be a kindness about her but perhaps she hadn't expected it to be so bluntly put.

she lets him lead her up, a quiet examination of the rooftop, ordering herself a drink (whiskey, it's one of those days) before finally speaking to him again )

I'm curious why you thought of this place, why you thought I'd enjoy it.

( though maybe he's not wrong )

[Crowley decides on a glass of white wine, since he knows the list here is decent. Regardless of whether or this is a kindness about her, he still hands over his credit card to start a tab for both their drinks, then leads her to table near the edge of the rooftop.]

Dunno, s'an alright spot, isn't it? Fresh air, nice view. You didn't strike me as the type that'd be comfortable somewhere too posh, and a lot of the places I frequent are a bit dark and cozy, not really the mood I wanted to set.

Well, you weren't wrong.

( she's used to english pubs over anything else, though if she typically drinks it's something she does at home )

I'm just not used to being so aptly read.

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