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ways_back_room2004-08-11 01:08 am
aj_crawley) wrote in ways_back_room2004-08-11 01:08 am
This summary took forever - I must be out of shape.
Kassandra and Crowley discuss coffee, dreaming, and Crowley's (entirely literal) lack of a soul. They reminisce about Troy, amongst other things. It appears that Kassandra is one of the only people in this or any other universe who can get Crowley to open up about certain things in his past. Namely, friends. One of them a New York fire-fighter. The conversation teeters on the edge of a very dark place, but the two soldier on, aided by Egyptian wine. The conversation turns to Friend #2, a certain Parisian architect. Crowley then asks Kassandra for a story in return, but she is coy, and then falls asleep.
Meanwhile, due to the miracle of Milliway's chronomultiplicity, Aziraphale and Crowley discuss the IRS, which rather confuses Kassandra. She and the angel have an aside, in which they talk about Crowley, as well as Kassandra's recent revelation to Sirius. It's at this point that James steps in, and he and Kassandra break each other's hearts.
Crowley and Aziraphale continue with their habitual banter, stumbling upon an obscenely good new cocktail along the way. Eventually, there is a teeny, tiny amount of physical contact and (gasp!) comments imbued with slightly less than innocent implications. Perhaps inevitably, this leads to the always rather explicitly sexual-sounding wingsmut. Crowley is a big tease. Huge. Finally, Aziraphale decides that enough is enough and, an excruciating thirty-two comments after first physical contact, there is kissage. In the end, to avoid public indecency, the two make good their escape, and head for Aziraphale's flat.
Meanwhile, due to the miracle of Milliway's chronomultiplicity, Aziraphale and Crowley discuss the IRS, which rather confuses Kassandra. She and the angel have an aside, in which they talk about Crowley, as well as Kassandra's recent revelation to Sirius. It's at this point that James steps in, and he and Kassandra break each other's hearts.
Crowley and Aziraphale continue with their habitual banter, stumbling upon an obscenely good new cocktail along the way. Eventually, there is a teeny, tiny amount of physical contact and (gasp!) comments imbued with slightly less than innocent implications. Perhaps inevitably, this leads to the always rather explicitly sexual-sounding wingsmut. Crowley is a big tease. Huge. Finally, Aziraphale decides that enough is enough and, an excruciating thirty-two comments after first physical contact, there is kissage. In the end, to avoid public indecency, the two make good their escape, and head for Aziraphale's flat.