Feather 04

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[The angel is currently sitting at the bar, looking very uncomfortable. He's sipping at a glass of wine, the bottle besides it nearly empty now.

He also keeps squirming in his seat, shifting and crossing his legs, muttering something under his breath]

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[exensis.livejournal.com]

I would appreciate it, yes. Do you mind?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley's shoulders tense even as he's shaking his head]

Course not. I'll drive you back tonight...unless you'd rather go sooner.



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[exensis.livejournal.com]

[Even in his current state of mind, the angel notices]

Is something wrong?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a shrug, and he takes another drink]

Not that I know of. Should there be?

[exensis.livejournal.com]

...no, I suppose not. And tonight is fine, if you don't mind.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley stands, nodding, and raises the bottle in his hand a little in a sort of salute]

Right then, see you around the flat later. And good luck with the, er, problem. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it sooner or later.