And with a Crash-

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Fading out is an echo of two voices...

"He's an angsty, emo, heartless sorcerer swordsman."

"He totally needs to get laid, then."

There's never a good closet around when you need one- at least, ever since someone came up with Rule #3. So what if Laini and Zelgadiss missed the stairs and whatever else door they were aiming for- They're at least out of the bar right now, and Laini is doing her best to get him out of his clothes.

(As for hers- Shapeshifter. That will only take a moment, unless he wants to help as well!)

They crash the door into the back room and onto a convenient couch. Zel winces a bit as the back of his head hits the armrest (because Laini is totally doing the pouncing) and, noticing their surroundings, says eloquently, "Um. Where are we?"

Laini blinks, maybe finally distracted. Somewhat. "Good question- though someone did leave a drink here."

Zelgadiss eyes said drink. It's blue. Very blue. "Yeah, but what sort is it?"


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[aj_crawley]

"So," he says finally. "I'm Crowley."

[bcgphoenix]

"Phoenix." Still flat on her back, she offers a hand. "Friend of Wash's. Nice to meet you."

[aj_crawley]

A hand stretches out of the space beneath the couch to shake it.

"I don't usually spend all my time stuck to couches. Not literally, anyway."

[bcgphoenix]

"Oh? How else do you spend it?"

(Yeah, she already knows, but casual conversation after almost getting killed by a falling couch is always the way to go.)

[aj_crawley]

"Currently? Making influential inroads in the new administration - in the UK, I mean," he adds, as if his accent didn't make it perfectly obvious. "You?"

[bcgphoenix]

"Trying to get a job and catching up on all the TV shows people've been saying I should watch since there isn't anything new on." Very, very wry, "I'm having way more success at the latter than the former."

She rolls her head to the side, eyeing him. (Sort of.) "You didn't have anything to do with the writer's strike, did you?"

[aj_crawley]

"No," he says, sighing down at the floor, "but I wish I had. I'm thinking of claiming credit for it anyway; the amount of reality shows on the telly has at least tripled."

[bcgphoenix]

"I know," she says, pulling a face. "And they're doing stuff like cleaning up Dexter and sticking it on primetime broadcast. How the hell do you even manage that?






"...American Gladiators isn't that bad, though."

[aj_crawley]

Crowley - or at least what can be seen of Crowley's face, which isn't that much - looks interested.

"American Gladiators?"

[bcgphoenix]

"Yeah. It's like a giant gym-class-slash-obstacle-course on crack. And people get hit with things a lot -- giant foam pads, giant medicine balls, the fists of other competitors..."

Brightly, "There's fiery water, too!"