Your life style to me seemed so tragic

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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.

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And there Crowley stood, at the gates of Purgatory.

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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"Warm and fuzzy," she answered without any hesitation. "Like the universe is shitting rainbows on me."

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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Quick as lightning, Crowley caught the card, but he was more focused on the question.

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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His quick reflexes got her to smirk, but his words wiped the expression right off her face. Lips pursed, eyes narrowed, she tried to focus on her breathing. No need to lose her cool and set a demon on fire. He was just asking questions, which was natural. About as natural as her having this conversation ten dozen fucking times already.

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.