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[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Who: AJ Crowley and YOU
Where: Deux Lux
When: December 30th
Rating: PG13
Summary: Crowley is semi-enjoying a drink by himself, but probably wouldn't mind company.
The Story:

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[Well... nearly the new year, again. Time is a mite harder to keep track of here, but he feels it coming even without the festive fuck-ups that the place always visits upon them.

He's in the bar, half way down a bottle of scotch and showing few ill effects for it. An ash tray sits at his elbow, with four stubbed-out cigarettes already died to cold ashes while he pulls on a fifth, adding a faint cloud of tobacco smoke to the air around him.

It's late, but that doesn't stop people from finding their way here. Crowley's pouring a drink out when he catches the eye of someone close by him, and he tops his glass off before offering the bottle out.]

Evening. [Or is it morning? It could be, for how long he's been in here.] It's a good one. Our resident doctor has decent taste.

Comments

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Hah! Don't let the dresses and the hair fool you. Claire's great company.

[And that is not a compliment that Crowley gives lightly.]

Good sense of humour, too. For a human.

[selfworthbitches]

That's a low bar. Humans are notoriously terrible at humor.

[No one ever gets her funny evisceration jokes.]

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

[Crowley laughs appreciatively, though with a suddenness that clearly surprises him. He looks at Maze as if seeing her for the first time, and smirks.]

Well. And here was me thinking you didn't know how to make a joke. I'm impressed.

[selfworthbitches]

Why would you think that? [She scowls and tosses back another gulp of whiskey.] Is it cause I'm hot? Cause you can be both.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

[He gives her a long look, as if appraising her. Generally, as a demon, he doesn't give much thought to the aethetics of attractiveness.]

... You're not bad, I suppose.

[selfworthbitches]

[She laughs because she is well aware of how much of an understatement that is. Maze has plenty of places where she doubts herself, but here? Isn’t one of them.]

You’re not answering the question.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

[Far be it from Crowley to say someone could use a little humility.]

No, it's because you're a demon. Where I'm from, 'funny' isn't a defining trait of my kind.

[selfworthbitches]

Hell must get pretty dull. [She takes another sip of her drink.] Wouldn't call it a defining characteristic for my coworkers either. Dunno if we've got any defining characteristics besides enjoying pain.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Mm. Probably. I haven't been back there in thousands of years.

[Has his reasons for that, too. Namely that Earth is just more fun.]

But look at that, something we have in common. All of my coworkers are incomprehensibly dull as well. Cheers.