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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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[extutela.livejournal.com]

[He does, rather awkwardly, eying Crowley still.] I'm fairly certain I don't want to know what you were doing.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Nursing a martini, as it happens. Although I suppose you mean before I came to the Plane.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Yes, I do.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

...since we're still talking about it, does this mean you actually want to know, or you just aren't any good at changing the subject?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[Fffff. He looks away.] I am entirely capable of changing the subject.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Right. Care for a drink?

[She slides off her seat and crosses behind Aziraphale. Before continuing, however, she leans close to the angel, speaking over his shoulder and close to his ear.]

See? That's how you do it.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[He leans away, looking irritated.] Actually, that did very little to take away my suspicion of what you were up to, and even less to get it off my mind.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley laughs a little and continues around the other side of the bar, clacking across the floor on four inch heels.]

I don't ask you about helping little old ladies across the street, you don't ask me about temptation. Everyone's happy.

Now, what'll it be?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

I didn't ask. [Yes, it is a bit grumpy.] A glass of wine.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley pauses and leans against the bar, directly across from the angel]

Angel, don't tell me you're jealous?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Stop talking in that ridiculous whine. I've never understood why men find it attractive.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

You're avoiding the question~

[extutela.livejournal.com]

You didn't ask a question, that I recall. [SYNTACTICALLY HE CAN PRETEND IT WASN'T A QUESTION, OKAY?]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[sounding a bit incredulous] You are. You're jealous.

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[extutela.livejournal.com]

Why would I be jealous?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

It's not as though I'm incapable of doing the exact same thing.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley is momentarily taken aback]

That isn't what I was talking about and you know it.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Really? You're a mind reader now as well?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

...fine. You don't want to talk about it, we won't talk about it.

[Turns away to look for a bottle of wine]

You look ridiculous as a woman, you know.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

No more than you.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[With a sigh, Crowley changes back to his usual shape, suit and all.]

[He crosses back around the bar and sits next to Aziraphale again, holding a bottle of wine.]

There, happy now?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

I wasn't trying to make myself happy.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley sets the bottle of wine in front of Aziraphale and pulls his martini glass closer, frowning down into it.]

That's too bad. Means I've gone from looking stylish to flamboyantly homosexual for nothing.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[...huh? He doesn't get it, Crowley. He thinks you're referring to you. And him. Sitting there together. He blushes and looks away.] I can sit somewhere else.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He can't help but laugh at that]

I meant the drink, angel. Stay.

How've you been?