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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Hello Plane! There is a rather attractive, dark-haired young woman (with great cheekbones) sitting at your bar, drinking your liquor. She's everything you would imagine a starlet/celebutante to look like: flawless hair, manicure, tiny little designer dress, expensive shoes and fashionable sunglasses.]

[She's currently sipping absently on a martini of some nature, looking extremely bored. Or tired. It's hard to tell through the sunglasses, really.]

[Feel free to bug her? Him. Whatever.]


((ooc: THIS IS NOT AN EXPERIMENT. Demons can change shape. And...yeah. Really that's all I got. Just poke the girl!demon, will you? XD; ))

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[HOLY-- IT'S A CROWLEY. ._.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Don't look so surprised. You changed your shape, why shouldn't I be able to change mine?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But you were a girl!

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

So? Angels and demons are inherently genderless, you know.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...but. [NOW SHE'S JUST CONFUSED.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[he laughs]

Don't worry about it. I was dealing with some people that respond better to women, that's all.

Right now I'm more interested in why you're sleeping in the Astral Bar.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh. I was tired.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

And the most comfortable place you could think of to rest was a booth in a bar? I must be having more of an effect on you than I thought.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. I was close to it when I came here.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[...all right, let's try this again.]

What's going on? With the Agency, I mean.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm still on the mission. I was helping keep Chairwoman D'Angelo company and it got kind of late.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

How much longer before the mission's over?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I don't really know. As long as they need us for, I guess? We'll get relieved after a while.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Right.

[Crowley sighs and shrugs his suit jacket off, then drapes it around Henrietta's shoulders.]

Here. Might as well be comfortable, at least.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh, but... You can't make a new one. Can you?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[he shrugs]

I have others. I'm not exactly hurting for funds, if you remember.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But it would still be rude to take it.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Not if I'm offering it. Just take the jacket, will you?

Though— [he reaches into the pockets of the jacket and withdraws his iPhone and a packet of expensive cigarettes]

There we are.