014 (Video)

[painhumbles]

All right, gang. It's time for a little PSA, brought to you by the Society of If I Hear One More News Story About That Angel Bitch, I'm Gonna Hurl.

If that chick's an angel, Jerry Falwell's got a bridge on the other side of the Pearly Gates to sell you. I don't wanna call racism here, but... This city's got an entire contingent of Heavenly Hosts

Comments

[Offline]

[kissesdarling]

Angel bitch, that's a new one.

[Don't mind him, he's just drinking your liquor.]

I wasn't aware you had ranks of irritated celestial beings, but that's good to know. I'll have Siri inform me of that whenever one of your new kind appears.

[And Crowley presses a button on his iPhone.]

'Remind me to not give a damn.'

[Pause. Smile. Sip.]

Mission accomplished.

[Offline]

[painhumbles]

[Joke's on you. That's... Probably not his. His is undrinkable. And either sugared, malted, or electric blue. :|]

There's six and that's just from our side of the family. That's an entire staring line-up. [Shrug] What? Can't keep the humans on their toes?

[Offline]

[kissesdarling]

[Seeing as Crowley does not spit it out, no, it probably is not. Because that is fucking vile and you should be ashamed of yourself.]

I would agree if it weren't for the fact that my existence tends to do that without the typical amount of showboating and arrogance.

[He eyes the amber liquid critically.]

This never tastes them same when materialized. How utterly disappointing.

[He has a point for being here, but he'd rather not say so just yet.]

[Offline]

[painhumbles]

Oh, please, Crowley. Most of them don't even care you're alive. [That was supposed to be reassuring. It is not.

Yeah, and Gabriel is pretty sure Crowley has no interest in cocktails and dishing about lingerie models, so he just stares for a moment and then waves a hand.] Are you just gonna stand there until some chick claiming she's a demon decides to make her own self-help book and start a trend, or did Castiel just make you sleep on the couch last night?

[doeswhathewants]

Who are you talking about, mister?

And you might want to be careful. If she's an angel, you might get smited. Smitten? Smote?

[kissesdarling]

Spoiler alert: he's an angel.

[doeswhathewants]

If he's an angel, why is he being so mean? The other angel I met here was quite the opposite, really.

Are you an angel?

[kissesdarling]

You haven't met very many angels, have you.

[They're all douchebags. 8|]

Also, no.

[He would rather kill himself.]

[Video]

[wingsandwill]

Who are you speaking of?

[Video]

[painhumbles]

Sounds like someone hasn't been reading the papers.

[Video]

[wingsandwill]

Not particularly closely, no.

[He reads it every once and awhile. >.>]

[Video]

[painhumbles]

We've got a pseudo-angel making the news and getting a lot of attention.

[abrotherlikeyou]

...Who is this about? [Someone's been too busy planning a caper to be offended at anything. The world is lucky, for once.]

[painhumbles]

Neveah Knorr. Claims she's an angel or something. Either way, she's got idiots in this Port eating out of her manicured hands.

[abrotherlikeyou]

I hope she kills them. [He says it so pleasantly.]

[painhumbles]

Because nothing says the holidays like ritual sacrifice. You're like a homicidal five-year-old.

[voice]

[axemeaquestion]

But you guys haven't had the plastic surgery. Obviously you're not pretty enough to write self-help books.

[voice]

[painhumbles]

There goes my dream of publishing my memoir.

[voice]

[axemeaquestion]

Maybe if you fix that nose just a little...

[voice]

[painhumbles]

Oh c'mon. Lay off the nose, wouldja?