D'Artagnan's been amused by this event, really, because it's not the worst thing in the world that could happen. Being forced to play strange roles so you don't get hit with a face full of cold water (which he'd learned the hard way, thank you) is certainly better than having your senses manipulated or someone following you around, spouting all your secrets or whispering in your ear. In any case, he's found all the situations he's been in more entertaining than harmful, and he hopes they stay that way.
So, he's not entirely surprised when he opens the door to the diner on the 5th floor and walks into a place that is not at all like their diner. It's much more rustic, and it's suddenly gotten very hot, humid, and there are quite a few people he doesn't know in here. He's holding a towel, which he's fairly certain he wasn't before, and in lieu of his usual dress, he's wearing ratty blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Hm.
"Hey, are you gonna make these drinks or not?" D'Artagnan looks around and finds the source of the voice. It's a woman, tall and blonde, and who looks very much like someone D'Artagnan used to know, but he'd rather not think about that. She's smiling at him though, and it takes a moment before his mind kicks into gear.
"Right, right, sorry. Give me the order again," he says, because how hard can preparing drinks be?
"Two vodka sours, one sex on the beach and one long island," she says, slapping a piece of paper down in front of him. He's about to ask what the hell sex on the beach is, and why it sounds so familiar when the door opens with the sound of a bell, and the whole place quiets as-- well that's-- that's Crowley, who's just walked in.
"Heard that guy's a vampire," someone at the bar whispers, and D'Artagnan can only raise his eyebrow at all of this.
"Funny meeting you here," D'Artagnan says to Crowley, giving him a small smile.
oops I tl;dr I am so sorry
So, he's not entirely surprised when he opens the door to the diner on the 5th floor and walks into a place that is not at all like their diner. It's much more rustic, and it's suddenly gotten very hot, humid, and there are quite a few people he doesn't know in here. He's holding a towel, which he's fairly certain he wasn't before, and in lieu of his usual dress, he's wearing ratty blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Hm.
"Hey, are you gonna make these drinks or not?" D'Artagnan looks around and finds the source of the voice. It's a woman, tall and blonde, and who looks very much like someone D'Artagnan used to know, but he'd rather not think about that. She's smiling at him though, and it takes a moment before his mind kicks into gear.
"Right, right, sorry. Give me the order again," he says, because how hard can preparing drinks be?
"Two vodka sours, one sex on the beach and one long island," she says, slapping a piece of paper down in front of him. He's about to ask what the hell sex on the beach is, and why it sounds so familiar when the door opens with the sound of a bell, and the whole place quiets as-- well that's-- that's Crowley, who's just walked in.
"Heard that guy's a vampire," someone at the bar whispers, and D'Artagnan can only raise his eyebrow at all of this.
"Funny meeting you here," D'Artagnan says to Crowley, giving him a small smile.