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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[There is a demon at the bar—not an altogether unnatural sight. What makes this instance different is that Crowley is wearing a posh-looking bathrobe over pajamas (and the sunglasses, of course), he's got a slight case of bedhead going, and he's sitting at the bar eating a bowl of cereal. To go along with his nutritious breakfast is a half-empty glass of wine and a half-empty bottle on the bar nearby.]

[And if that isn't enough, there's a small, sort of blobby looking thing next to him on the bar that looks to be somehow devouring bits of lettuce. Every once in a while the blob makes a strange chiming sound. Crowley just stares at it for a moment and then continues to eat his cereal.]

Comments

[mercwamouth]

It would have to be just as or more interesting.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I don't see how this could possibly be that interesting in the first place.

[mercwamouth]

You two are so hilarious when I bring up the other. Particularly in a bar setting. Though I find it funny that when I talk to the angel in a bar, he's drinking, but when I talk to the demon in the bar, he's eating cereal.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Finally, an opportunity to change topics!]

I haven't been to the supermarket lately. The Plane has food. [a shrug]

[mercwamouth]

Nice try.

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley rolls his eyes]

All right, look. First? Angels are sexless. Second, there's nothing going on. And third, what are you, twelve?

[mercwamouth]

First, you may be sexless, but I'm confident your body isn't. And if you are both sexless, that makes you both the same gender anyway. Second, I'm fully aware of the amount of "nothing" going on between you two. And third, you're only as old as you feel.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley just...blinks. He clearly wasn't expecting such an articulate response.]

[mercwamouth]

Oooh yeaahhhh. You just got served.