008: [visual] Party at The Bronze

[fudgingkillyou]

If people are watching the tablets, they'll see Dean, lounging on a stool. He looks relaxed, totally sprawled out with a cocky grin on his face. The tablet's set to visual, so all that can be seen is him and a bit of the club in the background, which looks like The Bronze. Since this is the only club like place Dean has been to in Taxon, he figures

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[location: the Bronze]

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In a continuing effort to get himself out and about in the city (and discover decent sources of alcohol-always important), Crowley eventually finds his way to The Bronze. As he steps through the door, a dark-haired, slim demon young man in an expensive black suit and sunglasses, he pauses for a moment to listen to the music.

He's certainly not against Led Zeppelin, when it comes down to it, but it wouldn't be his first choice.

"I don't suppose," he begins in a crisp English accent, smirking, "you have any Velvet Underground?"

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"Nope," Dean returns, smirking right back. "It's Zep or the crap they're trying to pass off as rock these days."

Which is kind of rude, considering not everyone is into Led Zeppelin, but Dean can't help it. This is where he's in his element, this is where he's comfortable. So his snark is alive and kicking, and he's glad to let it out.

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Crowley isn't entirely certain what Dean considers 'that crap they're trying to pass off as rock these days' (Guns n' Roses? The Black Crowes?) but he's willing to put up with the Led Zeppelin if there's alcohol involved. "Right then, carry on." The smirk never leaves his face, because he's that sort of person.

He saunters past and around the bar, bypassing the beer as a matter of course and heading straight for the hard liquor. Given the situation and the location, he'll be fixing himself a Bloody Mary with the practised ease of a seasoned drinker.

There've been a lot of seasons in which to drink, after all. Six thousand years of them.

"Special occasion?" he asks casually as he fixes the drink.

[fudgingkillyou]

Dean would quite possibly be offended if anyone called Guns n' Roses crap. But seeing as he can't read minds, and seeing as Crowley doesn't object to Led Zeppelin, Dean's content. He knocks back a bit more of his beer, and then watches as Crowley sort of... saunters to the bar.

The Bloody Mary amuses Dean, and so he's grinning when Crowley pulls out the fixings. Never mind that Dean knows how to make one. Shh.

"Nah. Just got bored of hanging around and doing nothing. Figured a club was as good of place as any, and it's boring without company." Dean explains, sprawling back out in his stool.

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And seeing as how Crowley's from a time at least a decade before what Dean would consider 'modern rock,' it's probably best that they just leave it at the Zeppelin anyway.

"Fair enough," Crowley replies with a nod. He finishes mixing the drink in fairly short order and immediately downs a portion of it before leaning forward with his elbows resting on the bar. "I've yet to discover what we're meant to be doing in this bloody place, myself. Only so many times a person can play solitaire without going mad, and asking the angel for something to read is a disaster waiting to happen." He says the angel bit completely nonchalantly, as if talking about (and to) angels is an everyday sort of thing.

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Dean blinks.

"... Angel as in Cas or Anna, or angel as in you know another one?" Dean asks, raising an eyebrow. "In the case of the last one? Jesus, there's more of them?"

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Er.

"...another, actually, though I've met Castiel. Didn't strike me as much of a literary sort, but I suppose that's appearances for you." Crowley takes another sip of his Bloody Mary before continuing. "I'd heard there was a third around here somewhere-Anna, did you say it was?"

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"Never seen Cas read, so no, I don't think so. He comes off as more of a... holy tax accountant," Dean gestures vaguely. Hey, the description works, why not use it? "And yeah, her name's Anna. Or it was when she was human, dunno if she's got an angel name."

A pause. "So your angel. He got a name?"

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Crowley can't help but snicker at the description of Castiel-a fairly accurate one, from what he recalls. "A holy tax accountant and a holy bibliophile. Sounds as though the good citizens of Taxon are well protected."

There's only the briefest of pauses before he continues. "Since it sounds as if you're already on good terms with the rest of them, I suppose there's no harm in telling you...not that he couldn't defend himself even if you were some sort of angel hunter." A frown. "Do people hunt angels? Bloody unfair if-er, anyway." He waves a hand to dismiss the thought. "It's Aziraphale."

...and then something occurs to Crowley, and he looks up from his glass at Dean sharply. "I'm sorry, did you say 'when she was human'?"

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"Sounds that way," Dean agrees, sipping his beer. At the moment he's a bit angry at Castiel, so he's not really going to talk too much about him.

"Nah, not an angel hunter," Dean replies, making it clear it's not angels he hunts. There's no way in hell Dean would attempt to hunt angels; for one, the angels he knows can kick his ass with both arms tied behind their backs. And two, these angels have gotten him out of some serious shit.

"Azi... Jeeze, that's a mouthful," Dean complains. Then Crowley looks up, and Dean raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I did. She used to be human. Well, no, she was an angel first, then human, and now she's an angel again."

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Not an angel hunter...right. Point well taken.

"You get used to it," he says with a shrug. "Though I'm sure he'd be appropriately flustered if you shortened it somehow, so perhaps you ought to."

At that last part Crowley frowns, eyebrows knitting together over the top of his expensive sunglasses. "You know, I'm not exactly an expert," he begins, the lie rolling easily off of his tongue, "but I'm fairly certain that isn't the way it's supposed to work."

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It's really a good thing that Dean doesn't know what he's talking to. Usually he'd check, but he's not too concerned lately. If something wanted to kill him, if could go right on ahead and try.

"In that case, I probably will. Cas never even blinks," Dean says, shrugging. What can he say, he likes reactions.

And then Crowley isn't buying Dean's explanation, and honestly, Dean barely believes his own explanation, so he doesn't blame him. "Hell, I don't know. I'm no expert on angels. I didn't even know they existed until about a few months ago, so. You'd have to ask her."

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Thankfully Crowley's been pretty cautious about exercising the "d" word during his stay in Taxon-mostly out of habit to start with, though meeting Dean it now seems like an even better plan.

"Mm, perhaps I will." He falls silent for a moment, taking another drink of his Bloody Mary, before continuing.

"At any rate, I don't believe I got your name?"

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"It's Dean. Don't think I got yours, did I?" Dean asks right back, knocking back about half of his beer. It's almost like he's going for a world record. Jeeze.

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"Anthony Crowley. Crowley's fine."

The demon doesn't know Dean, and doesn't care to go rifling through his head right at the moment, so he can't really comment on the amount of alcohol being consumed. It isn't as if he and Aziraphale haven't knocked back several bottles in one night (never mind the fact that they can simply dump the substance right back out of their systems). Crowley drains the last of his own drink and sets the glass back on the bar top.

"Tell me, how did you meet an angel in the first place?"

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"It's a pleasure, Crowley," Dean replies.

That alcohol trick would be handy in Dean's case. But since he's only human, he has to deal with the hangovers and such on his own. Absently playing with the cap of the glass bottle with his fingers, he shrugs, and answers Crowley's question.

"Met Cas when he-- when he came to give me a mission. Met Anna when she was human, and I had to save her ass from the other angels."