Closed RP: Ellie, Azi and Crowley
mood: apprehensive
The day after Una's radio show, Ellie approached the unobtrusive door to Club 33 with some trepidation. She hadn't really needed Crowley's teasing reminder; truth was, she'd been putting this visit off. As much as she genuinely did like the guy, she was about to enter the well-warded residence of one of the Fallen and explain exactly what kind of bargain she had struck and with whom. All the extenuating circumstances notwithstanding, to say that thought inspired some anxiety was putting it mildly.
Still, here she was, and she squared her shoulders and knocked on the door with all the boldness she could muster. After all, nobody could die here, right? Or send a report to anyone outside. So what was the worst that could happen?
On the heels of that thought, the door opened and Ellie found herself face to face with the tweed-clad Principality she and Bernard had taken great pleasure in needling on their Valentine's Day date.
"Uh," she said intelligently, feeling a blush coming on. "Hi. I'm, uh--"
Suddenly something Crowley had said the day they met came back to her, and she blurted, "Wait, you're the conservative Christian roommate?" It took every ounce of nerve she had not to just excuse herself hastily and bolt. This situation was showing all the hallmarks of something she did not want to be involved in.
The day after Una's radio show, Ellie approached the unobtrusive door to Club 33 with some trepidation. She hadn't really needed Crowley's teasing reminder; truth was, she'd been putting this visit off. As much as she genuinely did like the guy, she was about to enter the well-warded residence of one of the Fallen and explain exactly what kind of bargain she had struck and with whom. All the extenuating circumstances notwithstanding, to say that thought inspired some anxiety was putting it mildly.
Still, here she was, and she squared her shoulders and knocked on the door with all the boldness she could muster. After all, nobody could die here, right? Or send a report to anyone outside. So what was the worst that could happen?
On the heels of that thought, the door opened and Ellie found herself face to face with the tweed-clad Principality she and Bernard had taken great pleasure in needling on their Valentine's Day date.
"Uh," she said intelligently, feeling a blush coming on. "Hi. I'm, uh--"
Suddenly something Crowley had said the day they met came back to her, and she blurted, "Wait, you're the conservative Christian roommate?" It took every ounce of nerve she had not to just excuse herself hastily and bolt. This situation was showing all the hallmarks of something she did not want to be involved in.