[ Of course, when he receives the letter, he's surprised. The fancy lettering, the vague invitation... if he didn't know better, he'd guess it was Crowley being ridiculous. As it stands, he does know better.
The still-burgeoning, still-unnamed thing he's got going on with Crowley might be leaning toward a somewhat official relationship (in the least strict meaning of the world, mind you), but something like this just isn't Crowley's style. This fact, of course, is solidified when he steps into the pool room and finds... everything he doesn't expect. He's seen Crowley's preferred methods, and it's wine, sure, but it's also a nice steak and lots of innuendo, and certainly not gently intermingling scents to cover the smell of chlorine. ]
Jesus Christ...
[ He doesn't quite mean to say it aloud, but the appearance of candles and wine and flower petals feels like a joke. This is a joke, right? Because anyone that would go to these lengths to set up a blind date with John Blake clearly hasn't met the man. Honestly, he's about as aromantic as they come. ]
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The still-burgeoning, still-unnamed thing he's got going on with Crowley might be leaning toward a somewhat official relationship (in the least strict meaning of the world, mind you), but something like this just isn't Crowley's style. This fact, of course, is solidified when he steps into the pool room and finds... everything he doesn't expect. He's seen Crowley's preferred methods, and it's wine, sure, but it's also a nice steak and lots of innuendo, and certainly not gently intermingling scents to cover the smell of chlorine. ]
Jesus Christ...
[ He doesn't quite mean to say it aloud, but the appearance of candles and wine and flower petals feels like a joke. This is a joke, right? Because anyone that would go to these lengths to set up a blind date with John Blake clearly hasn't met the man. Honestly, he's about as aromantic as they come. ]