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demonicmiracle) wrote2019-07-26 08:50 pm
demonicmiracle) wrote2019-07-26 08:50 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.
HEY ASSHOLE I LITERALLY JUST GOT HOME
so anyway you wanna get a drink?
so anyway you wanna get a drink?
Have a nice stroll, did we?
Sure. You got money to pay for drinks or...?
Sure. You got money to pay for drinks or...?
yeah my nerve damage got a real stretch
i do
and you are having none of it
no rounds are on me
i do
and you are having none of it
no rounds are on me
Isn't exercise good for those sorts of things?
Wasn't asking for you to buy me a round, only wanted to make sure I wouldn't be footing the bill
Where are we going?
Wasn't asking for you to buy me a round, only wanted to make sure I wouldn't be footing the bill
Where are we going?
oh please i have SOME class
doc holiday and bar its like the only place that does anything
[watch him lurch past that first question with all the grace of a cow on ice.]
doc holiday and bar its like the only place that does anything
[watch him lurch past that first question with all the grace of a cow on ice.]
Yeah alright, can't be worse than the non-alcoholic bar at the damn Christmas village
See you in 20?
See you in 20?
sure take forever whatever dickhead
[archer is already there, when crowley arrives, quite clearly already a few drinks deep. how he did that so quickly is anyone's guess, but-- whatever, mood, right?
crowley will have to ask where archer is; he doesn't bother to greet the ex-demon himself.]
[archer is already there, when crowley arrives, quite clearly already a few drinks deep. how he did that so quickly is anyone's guess, but-- whatever, mood, right?
crowley will have to ask where archer is; he doesn't bother to greet the ex-demon himself.]
[He doesn't bother gracing Archer with a reply, because he doesn't deserve one. He just shows up roughly twenty minutes later, ordering himself a Boulevardier and asks after Archer.
Once the drink is ready, he finds his way to the table Archer's at, sliding unceremoniously into the seat across from him.]
You don't look too worse for wear.
[After his walk home. The poor dear.]
Once the drink is ready, he finds his way to the table Archer's at, sliding unceremoniously into the seat across from him.]
You don't look too worse for wear.
[After his walk home. The poor dear.]
Ugh. They seriously let you in dressed like that? [he sneers, taking a long drink. archer is, as usual, doing pretty alright despite everything that's happened - being stabbed comes to mind.] Guess this place has shitter standards than I thought.
[it's half-hearted bitching at best.]
[it's half-hearted bitching at best.]
[There's a brief second where he looks like he's about to defend his outfit, before he realises that this is likely just Archer being Archer.]
Well, they've not kicked you out yet, figure their standards should be obvious.
[Archer is obviously the worst out of the two of them.]
Is this really the only place to drink in this shithole?
Well, they've not kicked you out yet, figure their standards should be obvious.
[Archer is obviously the worst out of the two of them.]
Is this really the only place to drink in this shithole?
[he smiles around his drink, eyes a little heavy and lidded, but seems like crowley had him read.]
That I've found. I'm usually more on the ball with this kind of thing. Surprised you haven't had better luck, actually.
That I've found. I'm usually more on the ball with this kind of thing. Surprised you haven't had better luck, actually.
Haven't been looking, really. Working a nine to five job and dealing with — shopping and cooking and all that shite doesn't leave much free time.
[Also, honestly, now that he doesn't need the excuse of a bar or restaurant to spend time around Aziraphale, he's much happier at home, watching shitty TV while the angel reads.
He isn't going to tell Archer about that, though.]
[Also, honestly, now that he doesn't need the excuse of a bar or restaurant to spend time around Aziraphale, he's much happier at home, watching shitty TV while the angel reads.
He isn't going to tell Archer about that, though.]
[archer, like it isn't immediately obvious the second he opens his mouth to anyone, anywhere, is quite deeply lonely and unhappy, so he wouldn't ever guess that, even if given six thousand years.]
Jesus. Your husband sounds useless.
Jesus. Your husband sounds useless.
[Thank someone Crowley is used to having to pretend like he isn't half as fond of Aziraphale as he is. It makes it easier to shrug rather than get defensive.]
He helps, but he's a bit more focused on figuring out what's going on here than dealing with day to day bullshit.
[Aziraphale is the clever one.]
He helps, but he's a bit more focused on figuring out what's going on here than dealing with day to day bullshit.
[Aziraphale is the clever one.]
[snorting a laugh:] Yeah, I can tell he's doing a real good job of that.
And are you any closer to figuring this out? Have you even tried?
[Just a tiny bit challenging, since it seems like Archer has mostly just spent the past couple weeks drunk and being belligerent.]
[Just a tiny bit challenging, since it seems like Archer has mostly just spent the past couple weeks drunk and being belligerent.]
[his grin widens a little at genuinely getting under crowley's skin.]
What do you think? [he opens his mouth to say something else, probably something derogatory, but stops when one of the waitresses saunters past, looking away with a wince. okay. they're creepy as hell. don't want to get that attention.] So, hey, serious question. You guys got anyone looking for you?
What do you think? [he opens his mouth to say something else, probably something derogatory, but stops when one of the waitresses saunters past, looking away with a wince. okay. they're creepy as hell. don't want to get that attention.] So, hey, serious question. You guys got anyone looking for you?
[It's a near thing, but he manages to resist sticking his tongue out at Archer, mostly because that's a little too childish.
He does laugh at the question, though, even if there's no amusement in it.]
That's putting it mildly. My people are going to be real unhappy I'm not where I ought to be, and m'sure my boss is looking forward to finding me just to rake me over the coals for it.
[Literally!!]
He does laugh at the question, though, even if there's no amusement in it.]
That's putting it mildly. My people are going to be real unhappy I'm not where I ought to be, and m'sure my boss is looking forward to finding me just to rake me over the coals for it.
[Literally!!]
[he sets his glass down, leaning back with one arm over the back of the booth chair.]
No shit, right? Mother-- uh, I mean, my boss is probably... hiring some spec ops to find me and Ray or... something.
[...] My boss.
No shit, right? Mother-- uh, I mean, my boss is probably... hiring some spec ops to find me and Ray or... something.
[...] My boss.
Edited 2020-12-09 17:05 (UTC)
Oh, no need to play coy, I already know you work for your mummy.
[This is his revenge for Archer being mean about Aziraphale and he is very pleased about it.]
[This is his revenge for Archer being mean about Aziraphale and he is very pleased about it.]
[the glass he's holding creaks a little in protest as archer's grip on it tightens, but he doesn't show any other signs of irritation than slightly squared shoulders.]
Right, you know Ray. I forgot. He does love his gossip...
Right, you know Ray. I forgot. He does love his gossip...
[While he may not have any demonic cheats to know what people are thinking, Crowley's always been good at just watching when he has to, so Archer's reaction is noted and filed away.
But he's not in the mood to actually start a fight or anything, so he waves a hand lazily through the air as if dismissing it all.]°
You can hardly blame him, you're the one that told me you work together. Think he'd have preferred to keep the secret agent thing to himself.
But he's not in the mood to actually start a fight or anything, so he waves a hand lazily through the air as if dismissing it all.]°
You can hardly blame him, you're the one that told me you work together. Think he'd have preferred to keep the secret agent thing to himself.
Yeah, 'cuz he's a pussy. Ask him how many times he's been shot that he's still upset about.
[he huffs, but evidently either doesn't have the drive or the energy or both to start something either.]
Either way, my point-- my point is that there's a bunch of new people here that aren't exactly going to go unnoticed, right?
[he huffs, but evidently either doesn't have the drive or the energy or both to start something either.]
Either way, my point-- my point is that there's a bunch of new people here that aren't exactly going to go unnoticed, right?
[Crowley gives Archer a look that suggests he's not sure whether he's being lied to, because like.... humans are usually fairly understandably upset about being shot???]
Depends on if you believe we're in an actual town in actual California.
[Which he does not!]
And if the locals are actually, you know, capable of noticing that sort of thing.
Depends on if you believe we're in an actual town in actual California.
[Which he does not!]
And if the locals are actually, you know, capable of noticing that sort of thing.
Who am I, Thomas Hubbard Sumner, inventor of celestial navigation?
[he's been in california, but was mostly centred in and around LA with occasional romps into the surrounding country. never up into the direction where santa rosita is supposed to be.]
They probably know, I mean, isn't this the perfect set up for a cult?
[he's been in california, but was mostly centred in and around LA with occasional romps into the surrounding country. never up into the direction where santa rosita is supposed to be.]
They probably know, I mean, isn't this the perfect set up for a cult?
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