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luckyvalentine in paradisalogs

And what I wouldn't give

Jul 04, 2011 21:22

Who: Faye and Crowley
What: Bonding over people they hate
When: Right after Mr. God shows up
Where: Town
Rating: PG-13?

( to meet a kindred )

faye valentine, a.j. crowley

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onlyanapple July 5 2011, 02:28:24 UTC

Crowley, using the astoundingly bad drunken logic all drunks use, had decided to escape to the town for a while. God wouldn't follow him there, right? There were surely enough castle people to bother than to worry about where one demon had got to.

The fact God was and could be anywhere He wished hadn't entered the demon's thought process. Instead, he'd settled himself at a table, and quietly went back to drinking himself into oblivion. He hadn't even noticed Faye come in, so focused was he on getting hammered. By the time she stepped in, there was already many an empty bottle on the table, Crowley was always a firm believer that if you were going to get drunk, you might as well do it properly.

luckyvalentine July 5 2011, 02:45:51 UTC

There was part of her brain that almost caused her to look the demon over completely-- seeing him lounging somewhere, surrounded by a small army of bottles was a familiar sight. Until the other part of her brain makes her stop.

She was trying to steer clear of him, and he wasn't supposed to be out here anyway. And was he already drunk? ...He'd obviously been at this for a while.

It was enough to keep her from slipping by and heading upstairs to her room. Against her better judgement, she headed his way instead, until she was pretty much peeking down at him over his shoulder.

"...Can't you get all that for free in the castle?"

onlyanapple July 5 2011, 03:06:03 UTC

Crowley started at the sudden voice nearby, until he recognised it. And her. He sighed, his shoulders sagging a little as he took a deep swig from his latest bottle. He knew she didn't want him anywhere near her, for whatever-the-hell reasons she had. He didn't particularly want to move from his hiding place, either though.

"Of all the taverns in Paradisa..." he muttered, before shrugging. "I can, but I want to be here. As in, not there."

luckyvalentine July 5 2011, 03:10:22 UTC

Normally yes, she would be avoiding him because she didn't want to be around him. But, Faye-logic can't ever be predictable, can it?

So, since that was not the case here, she hung around. His current state so out of the ordinary that wandering away is pretty far from her mind at the moment.

Looking over the array of bottles again, before leaning a little to maybe get a look at his face.

"...Isn't that supposed to be the other way around?"

onlyanapple July 5 2011, 03:25:29 UTC

He looks completely and utterly miserable, as if everything he had that he could be sure of is suddenly in question. Which in a way, it is. He frowns a little, trying to get his concious to swim out of his drunken mind enought o understand her question.

"What's supposed to be the other way around?"

luckyvalentine July 5 2011, 18:29:59 UTC

She used to call him 'unflappable Crowley.' It had been a little derogatory at the time, sure. It was a trait he shared with Spike, and was thus open to ridicule for it. Even so, it was true enough.

Since then, she'd seen him truly upset on a few occasions, and the difference had always been enough to disturb her a little. She could probably count all those moments on her fingers, clearly recalling each individual instance.

...None of them had made him look like this, though.

Resting one hand on the bartop to make an attempt at leaning casually, she started to try coming up with any reason she could think of that would have this kind of effect on him.

"You."

onlyanapple July 5 2011, 19:08:34 UTC

There was, indeed, very little that could get through the cracks in Crowley's mental walls. This time, however, something had blown a hole right into them, bypassing the whole sneaking in thing entirely. His confused expression grew, his eyebrows knitting together above his shades as he turned to look at her.

"Is this your subtle way of telling me to bugger off again? Because I kind of like this bar and to be fair, I was here first."

luckyvalentine July 5 2011, 19:14:48 UTC

"You don't need to get all touchy."

One of the best ways to hide concern is with defensiveness, right? Something like that. She at least hoped that it distracted from the fact that she was going from leaning on the bar to sliding onto the bar stool next to him.

"I was just wondering what the hell chased you out of your comfy little castle and made you want to come out here, of all places. Is the graffiti really that bad?"

onlyanapple July 5 2011, 19:49:13 UTC

Crowley gives a sound that could be considered a scoff, downing what was left in his bottle, and ordering another.

"I can alter reality, remember? I fixed that up the second I got back. That's not why I'm here."

He's quiet for a moment, debating telling her. A childish part of him says no, after all, she still won't tell him what scared HER off from the castle, why should he tell her his?

"Wondering or actually giving a crap? It's hard to tell, lately."

luckyvalentine July 5 2011, 20:05:27 UTC

She glanced away, at that. Hiding her guilt by catching the bartender before he wandered away, signaling for a drink of her own.

And then, to keep her gaze carefully busy on something else, she digs around for her pack of smokes.

"Did something happen to your angel or something?"

Pulling guesses out of the air seemed to be the way to go here, and it was all she could think of that had a chance of doing this to him.

onlyanapple July 5 2011, 20:33:41 UTC

"No, he's probably happier than usual, but that's it."

The demon sips at his drink a moment longer, staring at the worn bar top, his fingers idly tracing the old patterns of the wood. She'd guess until it got annoying, and then he'd end up walking away or getting into another argument. Neither were particularly preferable right now.

"Someone showed up."

luckyvalentine July 5 2011, 20:42:03 UTC

"Oh?"

Well, she supposed there was a lot about his life that she didn't know about. A lot could happen in thousands of years.

Still... she honestly couldn't think of someone who could possibly have this much influence over him. Not even the stupid angels he tended to attract. It made her imagination run a little bit wild...

"Who?"

onlyanapple July 5 2011, 20:58:46 UTC

Crowley, in response, points a finger up towards the ceiling.

"The Big Guy Upstairs," he said. "Bastard showed up in my room, haven't talked to Him in six thousand years and suddenly He wants to chat."

He downs his drink again, clunking it down on the bartop. This fucking place. He thought here, of all places, would be out of God's reach. It was annoying to know this was not the case. No, more than annoying, terrifying, hateful, everything...nothing good, anyway.

luckyvalentine July 5 2011, 21:03:30 UTC

...It took her a second to realize exactly who he was talking about, and that he somehow seemed to be serious

"--What?"

Maybe he was just way more drunk than she thought.

onlyanapple July 5 2011, 21:12:23 UTC

"Everyone seems to be having that reaction, you'd think with already having religious figures in your lives, it'd be a lot easier to deal with," Crowley shrugs. "Apparently not."

He ordered yet another drink, before turning properly in her seat to look at her.

"Take you time."

luckyvalentine July 5 2011, 21:17:12 UTC

The bartender dropped off her drink, and her unlit cigarette hung forgotten between her fingers.

"You're serious."

She blinked a couple times, trying to actually swallow this as even remotely possible. ...It wasn't working.

"You're trying to say that--" It was hard to even push the words out of her throat. It was ridiculous. She almost wanted to laugh. "--God is here. Somehow."

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