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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley's in the bar. Don't worry if you didn't see him come in - he probably hasn't been there all that long. He's got a half-bottle of white and looks, overall, to be in a rather good mood (which is a pleasant change). He's flipping through a newspaper, but feel free to wander over. He's feeling gregarious*

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[the_woodpecker]

*Bernard does, indeed, wander over, tequila in hand.

He's a little pale and definitely looks like he hasn't slept. Which he hasn't.*

Hey.

[aj_crawley]

*he kicks out a chair*

Hey. You look like shit.

[the_woodpecker]

Gee. Suddenly I feel so energetic and cheerful. Thank you.

*He sits and pours a shot*

How was your flight?

[aj_crawley]

Same old, same old. Enough room for me to beg an extra seat and stretch out, though, so can't complain.

[a_fell]

*Aziraphael's been in a while. He stands by Crowley's table for a time, watching the demon read, a half-smile on his face*

[aj_crawley]

*he gestures at a small article, not looking up*

John Paul's speaking again. Well, sort of.

[a_fell]

Which means I'm not required nearly so much. I'm afraid I shouldn't consider that a good thing.

*he has his own bottle, of red wine. His own glass. And yet he reads Crowley's newspaper over his shoulder, sits a little closer than propriety demands*

[aj_crawley]

*a grin curls the corners of his mouth as he skims the text, paper rustling occasionally as he turns a page*

Good day?

[lordpeter]

Peter, from where he's fetching tea at the bar, recognises Mr. Crowley as the demon who shares his interest in cars, and gives him a wave and a smile.

[aj_crawley]

*the memory of Wimsey dredges itself up from the back of Crowley's mind, and knocks on the demon's brain until he lifts a hand and offers a wave and a grin in return*

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks approaches, smiling slightly despite the dark circles under her eyes.*

[the_woodpecker]

*Bernard pulls her into the chair beside him, putting an arm around her immediately.*

Hi.

[clumsy_auror]

Hi.

*Nymphadora takes his hand and looks at him searchingly for a moment, gauging his mood. Then she leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to his lips.*

[the_woodpecker]

*He squeezes her fingers.*

How was work?

[young_tmriddle]

*Tom spies the familiar gang of four and smiles. He walks over to the table.*

Hullo, all. How is everyone tonight?

[clumsy_auror]

Hey, Tom.

*she grins tiredly and kicks out a chair*

How goes?

[young_tmriddle]

About as well as it goes for you, it would seem. I'm bloody knackered.

[clumsy_auror]

*her brow furrows*

What's up?