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[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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[Leaning closer, and smiling]

You're so sweet. How can you say you aren't nice?

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[Flailing internally.] O-oh...well...that is...

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[Leaning closer~]

You know...I could make it up to you, if you like? Since you've been so kind...

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Well you're...you're nice yourself, and very pretty, of course, but, see, but there's someone...there's someone... [Why is he finding it so difficult to remember Misaki right now?]

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Someone~?

[She's pretty much out of her own seat and very nearly sitting in Hei's lap. And yeah, she's pouring on the temptation now.]

You mean you won't even allow me to...thank you properly?

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[He tries to lean back and away from her, but he can't get far without falling off the stool. He's blushing rather bright red now.]

Th-that's...I mean...I barely know you...

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[A devious grin; she's got one hand on his chest now, and her face is mere inches from his own.]

Mmm. We could change that.

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But...but... [He's not trying to escape anymore, and he's not entirely sure why, and godDAMN she's hot and wtf what about Misaki, right, Misaki...Misaki who? No, that's not right, something's not right, but this is...really...nice...]

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[Hei you are so fucking timid. She's just going to kiss you now.]

[Gonna fight it?]

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[Only when it comes to this stuff! And, oh dear, she's kissing him. Hei initially jerks backward, enough that he almost falls off his stool, but then without even really thinking he's returning the kiss, lost in a haze of hormones and demonic temptation.]

[Somewhere in the back of his mind the name "Misaki" is flashing in neon letters, and finally he makes a small sound of protest, pulling back a little.]

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[And somewhere in the middle of the kiss, Crowley changed back to Crowley. So when Hei pulls back he'll see the normal old demon, not the hot girl he thought he was kissing. Sorry, Hei.]

[Crowley, for his part, is looking INCREDIBLY smug. He takes a step back and pulls a cigarette from one of his suit pockets, sliding it into the corner of his mouth while he looks for a lighter.]

See? I told you men are idiots when it comes to sex.

1/?

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[Give him a second to get over the fact that he just kissed someone at all.]

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[And now give him a second to register that the pretty girl is gone.]

[And that it's Crowley over there now.]

[Oh. It's Crowley.]

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[...It's Crowley.]

[It's Crowley.]

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You...

[He shuts up. There's a moment of pure, unadulterated shame such as Hei hasn't felt since he was really little.]

5/?

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[It's Crowley. He was kissing Crowley. Worse than that, up until now, he liked it.]

[And suddenly he's thinking, suddenly, randomly, of Sam and the Master, and how they look so exactly the same, and how easy it would be for the Master to simply act like Sam one day, and Hei would have no, absolutely no idea, and how Crowley, really, is the same way, and the more he thinks about it the more afraid and confused and...]

[...angry it makes him.]

6/6 DONE

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[There's almost an audible sound as Hei snaps.]

[In the next instant he kicks Crowley's stool out from under him, grabs him by the front of his coat and slams him back against the bar. He draws a knife and drives it through the collar of Crowley's jacket into the bar, effectively pinning him in place.]

[He doesn't say a word as he presses his palm to Crowley's forehead and pumps him full of just enough electricity, just enough to really, really fucking hurt, but not kill.]

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[And a pretty powerful demon he may be, but Crowley's big weakness has always been surprise. Best way to injure or kill him is to get the drop on him, and Hei's sudden flurry of motion has definitely done that.]

[Disoriented and pinned as he is, he can't do much more than scream as electricity and pain course through his human body.]

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[Hei kicks Crowley's feet out from under him, probably causing him to dangle now. Then he leans down very close, so that he's speaking right next to Crowley's ear.]

I don't find hypnosis very funny, demon.

Don't worry, though, I'm not going to kill you.

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[Hypnosis? Crowley would really love to set the record straight about that, before this goes too much farther—that it was only temptation, not hypnosis—but he's sort of struggling just to breathe right now.]

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What? Nothing to say? Where's your sarcasm, Crowley?

[Kidney-punches him.]

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[The demon cries out again, because he's damn lucky his body isn't completely crippled at this point and kidney-punches FUCKING HURT.]

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I don't know why I ever... [He grits his teeth, cutting himself off. For some reason he feels almost betrayed. He knew Crowley was a complete asshole--he's a demon for Christ's sake--but he really didn't think he'd do this. Since what else can it be but hypnosis?]

You have no idea. [He makes a rather feral sound and wraps a hand around Crowley's throat, just enough for Crowley to feel it but not enough to cut off his air.] I really should kill you.

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[A hand twines very lightly into the back of Hei's collar, very gently takes his wrist. And then in one tidal surge of motion snaps Hei away from Crowley and sends him sailing across the bar to slam into the opposite wall.]

[Aziraphale gathers Crowley into his arms, his face blank. White, protective flames thunder up around him, warping the air, making his wings look like shivering white arches. Several bottles on the wall behind the angel explode, raining glass and alcohol down onto the floor.]

Excuse me. Perhaps I might ask what. You think you are doing?

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[Crowley is dealing with some pretty severe internal burns right now, among other hurts, so he'll be sort of just laying there in Aziraphale's arms for the moment and trying to catch a breath.]