[Thread - Curious and Horrified]
Who: Henry (h_townshend) & Crowley (gone_native)
What: drinking and swapping stories
When: after this & this
Where: Henry's room (1420)
Rating: PG13?
As soon as he'd mentioned it to Henry, Crowley had indeed ordered everything that immediately came to mind. He noticed, with a bit of surprise but humor as well, that the castle seemed to have even included one or two things he'd forgotten, left for him on his desk to take with him while the others were being fetched.
Fair enough. Crowley grabbed up the bottles and exited his room, heading towards the staircase. One of these days he was going to get really sick of climbing up and down them...Tonight, fortunately, was not that day.
Along the way, the demon found himself whistling a tune, something by Queen. As he pulled up to the fourteenth floor some time later, however, he let the song fall off his lips. It was bad enough that, yes, he did indeed listen to them. He didn't need to go embarrassing himself around one of the few people who would know what the song was. Not that Crowley personally thought that Queen was embarrassing, it was just-
How about that. Fourteenth floor, room 20, and it was, just as Henry had said, open. Propped, specifically, with a boot.
Crowley gave the door a brisk -rap rap- anyway before entering.
"Henry?" he asked. "Brought something to start us off with."
What: drinking and swapping stories
When: after this & this
Where: Henry's room (1420)
Rating: PG13?
As soon as he'd mentioned it to Henry, Crowley had indeed ordered everything that immediately came to mind. He noticed, with a bit of surprise but humor as well, that the castle seemed to have even included one or two things he'd forgotten, left for him on his desk to take with him while the others were being fetched.
Fair enough. Crowley grabbed up the bottles and exited his room, heading towards the staircase. One of these days he was going to get really sick of climbing up and down them...Tonight, fortunately, was not that day.
Along the way, the demon found himself whistling a tune, something by Queen. As he pulled up to the fourteenth floor some time later, however, he let the song fall off his lips. It was bad enough that, yes, he did indeed listen to them. He didn't need to go embarrassing himself around one of the few people who would know what the song was. Not that Crowley personally thought that Queen was embarrassing, it was just-
How about that. Fourteenth floor, room 20, and it was, just as Henry had said, open. Propped, specifically, with a boot.
Crowley gave the door a brisk -rap rap- anyway before entering.
"Henry?" he asked. "Brought something to start us off with."