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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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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[The girl seems to be fighting back a laugh, and settles for a smile]

Does that line ever work?

[mercwamouth]

If I said "Yes", would it help my chances?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I think if you said yes I'd have serious doubts about women as a whole.

[And now she's quite obviously looking him over]

Spandex, huh?

[mercwamouth]

You know you love it.

So how about it? Wanna merge realities?

By which I mean the reality of my pants?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[All right, she can't help but laugh at that.]

How about you get me another drink first, and we see where things go from there?

[mercwamouth]

How 'bout a name first. Don't want you snubbing me as soon as I get you a drink, after all.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

...fair enough. Andrea. You?

[mercwamouth]

The man who's going to get you a drink.

[Hey look! He's handing you a very alcoholic beverage with a tiny umbrella in it. No, there are no roofies. Honest.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[She smirks and accepts the drink]

Very clever~

[And she'll be drinking half of it in one go, so apparently she fears no roofies.]

Is there something I can call you that involves less than seven syllables?

[mercwamouth]

Man Who Got You a Drink?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Right.

Would you care to sit down, have a drink with me? Or are you ready to get straight to it?

[mercwamouth]

[Smiles]

On second thought, I think I'll take a pass, Crowley.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[And now she's grinning]

Thanks. I wouldn't want anything getting in the way of our friendship, you know.

[mercwamouth]

Yeah, that would be awkward.

But HAHAHA! You were so gonna jump my bones.

GAAAAAAAAAAY.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Too bad the sunglasses conceal the EPIC EYEROLL taking place right now.]

Actually I was trying to think of a tactful way to get out of it, but thanks for that. I hadn't been called gay nearly enough yet today.

[mercwamouth]

Has anyone called you transsexual yet?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Nope, don't think I've heard that one yet.

Got anything else?

[mercwamouth]

Shemale, ladyboy, mtf, homo, chick with a dick, Martha Stewart...

I think I'm done now.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Good, glad we got through that.

Now are you going to have a drink with me, or were you just here for the floor show?

[mercwamouth]

[Grabs a beer and chugs it]

So why'd you feel like lookin' like that today?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley finally shifts back to his usual form, suit and all. He pulls a cigarette from a jacket pocket, lights it with a thought, and pops it into the corner of his mouth.]

I was working. Whatever gets the job done.

[mercwamouth]

Right. Temptation.

Get any ripe souls?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Working on it.

[He pulls the cigarette from his mouth just long enough to drain the rest of the drink Deadpool mixed.]

What is this, anyway?

[mercwamouth]

Dunno. I just grabbed the first thing I found. I'm no bartender.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

That explains why I couldn't place it.

[He gets up and moves around to the other side of the bar to mix himself a Bloody Mary.]

What've you been up to lately? Aside from making sure gays know their place and such.