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ways_back_room2004-09-06 02:42 am
aj_crawley) wrote in ways_back_room2004-09-06 02:42 am
Last night...
Crowley slips into the bar, gets Dream to remove the splint from his wing, and then heads out back, where he basically jumps off the roof. It works, though.
Ares wanders out to watch Crowley fly, and the demon provides a brief and evasive summing-up of the story behind his mangled wings. Ares tries to convince Crowley to come down for a drink, but no luck. Tonks is discussed, and Crowley warns the War-God to keep his hands off. Ares then talks about kids, makes a terrible pun, and once again tries to lure Crowley down to earth with the promise of alcohol. When, for what is probably the first time in history that a ploy like that doesn't work, Ares heads back inside.
Enter Tonks, stage left. She asks Crowley for a ride, which she gets. Crowley has a new horrifically dangerous stunt today, much to the delight of Tonks. They challenge each other to a flying race, to occur at some later date, and set a dayon which to crushX0r the Minister for Magic. Tonks' arse is briefly discussed, and then Tonks heads inside again.
Cue Aziraphale. Also cue long-overdue poetry quotage (and a melting Sophie). Crowley, by nefarious means, eventually persuades the angel to come fly with him. Naturally, the first thing he does is try (and succeed) to scare the living daylights out of him. Aziraphale is sweet, and Crowley is profoundly ineloquent. The angel's collection of misprinted Bibles comes up, and Crowley makes a delighted discovery. They flirt, just a bit, and manage to seamlessly incorporate it into talk of politics. The conversation then turns to accomodation for the night, and Crowley is mistrustful of the angel's kitchen implements after the Toaster Incident. Little does he know...
The angel suddenly freaks out, and, in quick succession, thoroughly spooks the demon and make him (along with his mun) crack the fuck up. Turnabout, however, would appear to be fair play. Crowley is outraged. He shrieks. It is the funniest thing ever. Eventually, the conversation gets a tiny bit deeper and a tiny bit sweeter. In the end, Crowley being keen to give the angel's flat a wide berth, the two end up sleeping under the stars.
Ares wanders out to watch Crowley fly, and the demon provides a brief and evasive summing-up of the story behind his mangled wings. Ares tries to convince Crowley to come down for a drink, but no luck. Tonks is discussed, and Crowley warns the War-God to keep his hands off. Ares then talks about kids, makes a terrible pun, and once again tries to lure Crowley down to earth with the promise of alcohol. When, for what is probably the first time in history that a ploy like that doesn't work, Ares heads back inside.
Enter Tonks, stage left. She asks Crowley for a ride, which she gets. Crowley has a new horrifically dangerous stunt today, much to the delight of Tonks. They challenge each other to a flying race, to occur at some later date, and set a dayon which to crushX0r the Minister for Magic. Tonks' arse is briefly discussed, and then Tonks heads inside again.
Cue Aziraphale. Also cue long-overdue poetry quotage (and a melting Sophie). Crowley, by nefarious means, eventually persuades the angel to come fly with him. Naturally, the first thing he does is try (and succeed) to scare the living daylights out of him. Aziraphale is sweet, and Crowley is profoundly ineloquent. The angel's collection of misprinted Bibles comes up, and Crowley makes a delighted discovery. They flirt, just a bit, and manage to seamlessly incorporate it into talk of politics. The conversation then turns to accomodation for the night, and Crowley is mistrustful of the angel's kitchen implements after the Toaster Incident. Little does he know...
The angel suddenly freaks out, and, in quick succession, thoroughly spooks the demon and make him (along with his mun) crack the fuck up. Turnabout, however, would appear to be fair play. Crowley is outraged. He shrieks. It is the funniest thing ever. Eventually, the conversation gets a tiny bit deeper and a tiny bit sweeter. In the end, Crowley being keen to give the angel's flat a wide berth, the two end up sleeping under the stars.