Your life style to me seemed so tragic
Who: Jinx and a demon named Crowley
When: Tuesday night
Where: Purgatory (trollolol)
Summary: A game of cards between new found friends.
Warnings: Jinx's mouth, Crowley's mouth, a lot of cheating.
( With the thrill of it all )
When: Tuesday night
Where: Purgatory (trollolol)
Summary: A game of cards between new found friends.
Warnings: Jinx's mouth, Crowley's mouth, a lot of cheating.
( With the thrill of it all )
He could almost taste the irony in the back of his throat -- or perhaps that was bile. He was certain they tasted the same. Disgusting, poisonous, wretched --
The bouncers were a nice touch, though Crowley didn't allow them the luxury of looking bothered. He even allowed them to escort him to where Jinx was, though he needed no assistance. He could simply teleport, but manners were just as important as tact, and the feel of the place was not something that escaped him.
No, he was on enemy territory.
What else was new.
He slid the curtain aside with a wave of his hand, not actually touching the fabric, before the King of Hell stepped into the room, calm, cool, collected, and -- now officially curious.
"Nineteen and pregnant, how does it feel to be a statistic?" Crowley asked smoothly, sliding his hand back into his pocket, though his interest was given away by his eyes.
He had, of course, done his homework.
Idiots.
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Finally, she had the opportunity to look him over. No need to beat around the bush about it, either. Those enormous eyes of hers took him in from head to toe and back up again. Receding hairline, thick around the middle, eyebrows that could do tricks on command.
Leaning back in her plush chair, she drew a card out of the deck with her middle and forefinger, then flicked it in Crowley's general direction. It just happened to be a Joker.
"How much have you learned since the last time we spoke?"
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What had he learned? The basics, of course, of his own world. No one from his world was from his own timeline -- everyone was at least two years behind him, if not more. Castiel had no idea he was driven insane and Sam Winchester was unscarred by the Cage. The angels, though Gabriel had proven himself to be moderately entertaining, were of little consequence to him, except for the angel that he had not spoken to yet.
The Devil himself.
"What interests me," Crowley said suddenly, flicking the card back towards Jinx without glancing at the image on the front, "is your decision to keep it."
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Keeping her upper lip restrained from curling above her canines, she flicked another card at him, completely ignoring the one that fell to the ground.
"Her," she corrected. "My decision to keep her. And my reasoning behind said decision is none of your fucking business." Not even two minutes into the conversation and she was already growling. Great first date.
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"Calm down, I have little to no interest in whatever you decide to do with your darling bundle of joy," Crowley said mildly, flipping the card over with his fingers to to show Jinx that he had received the Queen of Hearts. "It's admirable, really -- to perservere despite all odds and individuals telling you otherwise. Because I'm sure they are."
Crowley paused before pulling up a chair, flipping it so the back of it faced Jinx, straddling it so he could rest his arms on the top of the chair. His stature prevented him from truly looming over the chair, but Crowley still somehow managed to look completely at ease, his fingers curling around the wood, his eyes fixated on Jinx.
"They can get annoying, can't they?" Crowley asked, and he seemed genuinely interested in her answer. "The angels lording over your every move -- I can't even imagine what Lucifer has to say about you. Or how you're even still alive. My congratulations -- not many are ( ... )
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However, she listened. Listened to every word this strange demon had to say. He was giving a perspective on the situation she had yet to hear. An educated one, but without extreme bias. Jinx pursed her lips, rubbing them together for a moment before she spoke.
"Before this happened, I was training to kill Lucifer. The arrogant prick. Now there's two of them. Decay-cifer wants me vaporized and Bowie-cifer just wants to lecture me about the dangers of teen pregnancy when your uterus is one degree of separation from God. Whatever. I'm dangerous, too. I'm gonna start getting stabby before too long."
Ranting? Felt nice.
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"I am going to tell you something," Crowley said, leaning backwards, his wrists still resting neatly on the back of the chair, relaxed, "something that few people from my world will say out loud for fear of being smote against the countryside."
He paused before he continued, his tone turning from light to slightly more serious, and the demon leaned forward to rest his elbows on the chair.
"The angel is more than a prick -- he's a waste of oxygen and life space. Quite frankly, he deserves to have his tongue ripped out by a diminutive princess such as yourself, and I would happily buy front row tickets to see it happen ( ... )
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Issues? She had a subscription.
As the demon spoke, she set the cards down and absently spread them over the table. If there was one thing about Crowley that she liked, it was that every word which passed his thin lips was interesting. Once he finished, he left a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
"They tried family counseling back in the Dark Ages. Hence the dark. They're like a trailer park family that does nothing but scream, run away, and the cops don't even respond to the domestic violence calls. I ( ... )
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"Angels," Crowley agreed, entertained, "though demons are no better," he admitted, shrugging a shoulder dismissively. "The majority of them are bloodthirsty savage idiots -- but enough of my world. I'm far more interested in yours."
He then allowed himself the luxury of rolling his eyes to the ceiling before looking around.
"Why Purgatory?"
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With a clawed thumb, she flicked a few cards off the table. She didn't seem to care about that deck; it might be because she could flip a new one out of her sleeve at any moment.
"You're no fun," she sighed dramatically. "I really was excited to reveal that this is my club. You never even gave me the pleasure of seeing the look on your face when you discovered I was dating the fattest archangel." After another small display of exaggerated displeasure, she drew the second Joker instinctively out of the deck.
"We appropriated the place from Bowie-cifer when he took an extended leave from this island. 'briel wanted to name it something stupid, but I decided on Purgatory. It ( ... )
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"Purgatory is something of a mystery in my world," Crowley mused. Though he did not move, he suddenly had his own set of cards in front of him. "It's location is completely hidden. No one knows where it is or who rules it. Untouchable -- but billions of souls of supernatural beings reside there. I suppose it's impossible to find for a reason."
Or it had been.
How?
Purgatory, my fine feathered friend. Purgatory.
He would go back in time to strangle himself if he could.
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"Oh, please," she scoffed, leaning back in her seat. "If you can't find an interdimensional pocket large enough to contain that many souls and that much power? Then you are so not trying hard enough."
The girl said that with so much confidence, too. With a smirk, she picked four face down cards out of the remainder of the deck, then shoved the rest onto the floor. As they fluttered to the ground, she scooped up those four select cards and fanned herself with them. The kid was holding every damn ace in the deck.
"Would you like a drink before we get started?"
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Crowley showed none of his annoyance or slighted pride, though -- allow the girl to underestimate him and draw whatever conclusions she wished. It would be her own funeral if he deemed it necessary.
The aces, though, did not escape his notice.
"Scotch," Crowley said after a moment or two of silence, his own cards vanishing with a flick of his fingers.
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Looking off toward the curtain, she clapped her hands twice. Oh, she was definitely playing it smooth. The more Crowley got to know her, he'd realize that she set all this up to make herself look better than she actually was. For all the demon knew right now, she was a smooth operator. It didn't even take five seconds for someone to enter the room to take their orders. He was one of Gabriel's dummies. So what? Her real staff would just roll their eyes at Jinx and ruin her cool vibe.
"Scotch, my usual, and bring us another set of cards to decorate the room with." The drop nodded, then left the way it came. Her attention was now back on Crowley. "Do you have any plans for this place? People seem to do one of two things here. ( ... )
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"I plan to be left alone," Crowley said simply, and for the first time in the conversation, the demon was telling the complete and utter truth, "and survive. Anything past that is a death sentence."
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"Good luck with that. No, really. This is a small city and people can be very persistent. Gabriel tried the whole left alone thing, and look at him now." With that logic, Crowley should be an expecting father in under a year. See, look at the positives.
"Now, what's with the death sentence talk?"
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