Are You Smarter Than a Crossroads Demon?

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Who: Crowley and others (If you want a thread here, I have several open ideas here under my list of plans, so just let me know!)
Where: Inside TVLand
When: Throughout the event
Rating: PG13
Summary: TV Traps and good times!

Links to threads:

Desperate Companions | Married With Demons | Jackasses | 21 Demon Street | Demons and Tiaras | True Souls

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"I don't, but I'll take what I can get. I much prefer darker features." He says this right in front of her, because she's not real, anyway, though she does look offended. Oh, well.

"You're more my type than she is, but that's all very... bad fanfiction, isn't it?" He's well-aware that D'Artagnan will have no clue what that means and he has no intent of explaining it, either. Everyone can use a bit of confusion it their lives. Well, everyone who isn't Crowley. Gives him the upper hand.

"Sam and Bill? I don't see it."

[strangeboy]

That's...a rather odd thing for him to say, actually, and whether or not he intends to make a pass at D'Artagnan, the boy still blushes faintly, and doesn't address the comment. And the one about "bad-fanfiction", whatever that is.

"Sam and Bill?" Oh , of course he'd be stuck being Sam, the one no one likes. He sighs. "Be nice to her, at least. She reminds me of someone I knew once."

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"Do I look like anything other than a kind and gentle lover?" The careful how you answer that, boy is implied in the looks that accompanies that.

"If it makes you feel any better, I don't care much for being Beel. I'm more an Eric. You'd think this place would get that by now." He rolls his eyes.

"And you're..." It takes him a moment and he squints as he toys around with the roles in the series. "Hoyt. Or maybe Jason."

[strangeboy]

D'Artagnan supposes the best way to answer that would be to say nothing at all and make a sort of vague shrugging motion and head movement. It's not a yes and it's not a no. It's not really anything, so, no harm done?

He snorts at that. "I think you're much more of an Eric as well," he says, "Much too well-mannered to be Bill." Because really, who wants to be Bill? He's awful, at least in D'Artagnan's opinion. And very annoying.

"Jason?" He raises an eyebrow. He can see Hoyt easily enough, but Jason? He likes to think he wouldn't make such stupid decisions. He shrugs it off.

"What does that taste like?" he asks, nodding at the bottle of Tru Blood that Crowley had asked for. "I've been curious."

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Crowley hadn't meant it as an intelligence jab. D'Artagnan simply has a youthful energy to him that Crowley finds both endearing and mildly annoying. But then, he finds everyone mildly annoying, so perhaps that isn't noteworthy.

He takes a drink from his bottle and pulls a face, holding it back and glaring at it.

"Nothing like blood, that's for sure."

And then the bottle is held out in offer. May as well share the bitter aftertaste.

[strangeboy]

D'Artagnan frowns, but he knows better than to ask how Crowley knows what actual blood tastes like. He'll just choose to believe that Crowley's also been in his fair share of fights and can recall the sharp, metallic tang of it easily enough. It wouldn't be difficult to believe, after all.

He takes the bottle and sniffs it before lift it to his lips to take a sip. He's forgotten where he is, of course, so the second he does it, the whole place goes quiet and he thinks he hears a plate smash and a gasp. Please. How dramatic.

He lowers the bottle and clears his throat. Disgusting aftertaste indeed.

"Can't say I'm a fan of it," he says, looking only at Crowley for the time being.