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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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[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.

[mercwamouth]

Getting my ass handed to me by a man-shark.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I—

[a pause; he stops what he's doing and stares at Deadpool]

Seriously?

[mercwamouth]

I'm always serious.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

A man-shark.

[mercwamouth]

Named Tiger Shark.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

You don't seem much worse for the wear.

[mercwamouth]

You mean other than the psychosis?

Yeah, healing factor, buddy.