Feb 02, 2011 01:51
[Now to say Crowley had forgotten his agreed meeting with Lana wouldn't be quite right. No, it had just slipped his mind. What with finding out Faye had almost died without him knowing it, and the alcoholism that came along with such a realisation, it was an easy thing to do.
Not that that fact would probably make Lana any more amused about the situation. It's a good thing he never locks his door, because he's currently passed out face-down on one of the sofas of the living room, an empty bottle of wine on the floor beside him.
This is clearly a terrible time to neglect to remember you have visitors]
lana lang,
a.j.crowley,
gilbert nightray