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[demonicmiracle]

Hey, it's Anthony Crowley. You know what to do, do it with style.

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[demonicmiracle]

Might be, but my tolerance has gone down a bit since I got here.

[More like "a lot", but he isn't about to admit he used to drink three bottles of wine just to get faintly tipsy.]

[undiagnosed]

[archer doesn't even have the biology that crowley usually has and he needs more than that. that's a lifetime of emotional dependence on drinking.]

Really? Mine's gone up. Everything is weak here. [probably because he can't get the good shit on the money he's pulling in and this entire town is... puritan compared to new york.] Maybe it's the mountain air.

[demonicmiracle]

That's 'cause you're broke.

[He just assumes that's the case, and that Archer has been buying cheap shit purely to get drunk. Now that his own tolerance has significantly dropped, Crowley finds himself more inclined to buy higher quality, since he's only having a glass or two.

Also, he can afford it, because he has a good job, unlike some people.]

Anyway, think I might just be getting old. Awful as that is.

[undiagnosed]

No, I'm... not. [yes, he is, and crowley has the read on him.] Yeah, you do look pretty awful.

[he takes a couple glasses out the cabinet, pouring a big one for himself then leaves the wine bottle on the edge for crowley to see to himself.]

Ultimate goal... [archer swirls the wine.] Tase the mayor.

[demonicmiracle]

That's 'cause some arsehole shot me.

[Wine is probably not a good idea, honestly, but he pours himself a reasonable sized glass anyway.]

I'd like to see that, though you'd probably end up being carted off and turned into a Stepford person.

[Worth it, perhaps.]

[undiagnosed]

You should be more careful around here. You never know who might shoot you again.

[or stab. funny how many people got stabby when he broke into their houses. wonder if they're all armed by now. probably, because archer managed to get a gun relatively quickly. as shitty and poorly made as it is. ugh. he misses his walther.]

God, because I need more holes drilled into my head and injected with Russian mind-control chips like I need more holes in my head and-- you get the idea.

[demonicmiracle]

Reckon that might just be you I gotta worry about.

[Everyone else is normal, Archer!! They don't shoot people for shits and giggles.]

You're about to tell me you've actually had a Russian mind control chip put in your head, aren't you?

[He's a demon from Hell, and Archer's life still manages to baffle him every day.]

[undiagnosed]

Just once. It's complicated. [his dad might've been the leader of the KGB who wanted to mind control him into coming to russia for a paternity test... who then intended to kill him if archer wasn't his son. naturally, archer doesn't say any of this.] Jesus, go outside for once in your life. You barely know shit.