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