Drink Count: 17 || New World, New Home

[eyesofaserpent]

[Forward dated to January 16.]


A. [Action: 852 Goldberg Street, ridiculous o'clock]

[The alarm klaxons jarred Crowley out of a comfortable sleep. The demon sat bolt upright and blinked his yellow snake eyes blearily. It took him a minute to realize that something was off about the room he was in. The shadow of the tree outside wasn't quite right. The wallpaper was different. His "wife" didn't look the same.

His wife didn't look the same.

He jumped out of the bed, blessing under his breath.]

Bollocks.


B. [Action: 852 Goldberg Street, later morning]

[He checked to make sure his Bentley was in the garage. It was. He also found his puppy and all her accessories in exactly the same places they had been in 915 Bilko Boulevard, only in this new house. How strange.

Crowley was dressed in a smart black suit and red shirt that had once been scratchy slacks and a hideous jumper. He was also, of course, wearing his snakeskin shoes and sunglasses. He sat at the kitchen table, drinking a poor excuse for a cup of coffee. He was going to have to go shopping.]


C. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard, around noon]

[He can't stop himself for wanting to check on Kyon. He couldn't leave the poor boy alone without at least checking to see if he was alright, right? He drives on over and parks in the driveway. The demon strides into the house as if he lives there. Which he did up until this morning.]

Kyon? Are you in here, kid?


D. [Action: Olney's Tavern, late afternoon]

[Crowley's looking a bit irritable behind the bar. What the hell is with this town?]

What'll you have?


E. [Phone: Locked to Aziraphale]

[Crowley's just a little on edge when he's able to get to the back of the tavern to make his phone call to Aziraphale. He paces as far as the phone cord will let him and he's hissing a bit.]

Pick up. Pickuppickuppickup! Bloody hell Angel, this is not the time to neglect your bloody phone!

Comments

[technohippie]

Uh, I just wanted a beer. But I guess I can get it myself if it's too much of a hassle...? [So he says with a smirk.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Do you have a preference of suds?

[technohippie]

Whatever ya got is fine. Nothin' against you, but none of Mayfield's beers are any good. God help me, I'm almost gettin' used to it.

A

[manipulator_of_objects]

[It didn't take much to wake Wilhelmina up since ignoring small things could get you easily killed. But the first movement she didn't pay much mind to, the drone husband was known to get up early. In fact the drone husband had been a welcome improvement to her former "husband". However when the man cried out it was a warning. And despite the fact it would be safe to assume they were probably a new arrival, she reacted quicker than her sensibilities did.

Wilhelmina was up, she was up and out of bed before Crowley even had a chance to finish swearing. She wasn't just up though, ribbons formed all around her as she moved to the opposite wall. Her next reflexive move would have been to send them at Crowley and restrain him, but by that point she had enough sense to stop. They were all still poised and aimed at him though.]

Who are you?

[eyesofaserpent]

[Well, this is weird. Ribbons? This woman is definitely not a drone. He raises his hands a bit and motions to calm down.]

I'm Crowley. Who are you? And, er... This doesn't look like my house.

C

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Yo, Crowley. I was wondering where you'd gone... You're not in the photos anymore.

[eyesofaserpent]

Yeah. I woke up in another house. Are you okay?

D. Every time they tag each other, an angel gets their wings

[godaime]

One Long Island Iced Tea, please. Make it large as possible. This town just took away my two weeks of my memory, and you better believe I'm going to end up forgetting two weeks of this town the easiest way possible. [ Remember how she was outrageously old last time? Yep, well now she's about 20 and looking pretty damn young for someone who, just a month ago, could be compared to a raisin. ]

pffff

[eyesofaserpent]

[He pauses, looking at her curiously for a moment. Then it seems to click. That cadence and balls to the walls attitude...]

Tsunade... Trying a new brand of anti-wrinkle cream, I see.

[He starts mixing a very potent Long Island.]

B. [Action: 852 Goldberg Street, later morning]

[enpatsushakugannouchite]

You aren't tank, what are you DOING here? [ In stalks a little thunderbolt of a girl who is mostly hair and seething anger. ]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley looks up from his coffee cup and stares at the girl for a moment.]

Er... I'm the new father of this household. Mayfield apparently thinks it's funny to not only wake people in the middle of a good sleep, but change their residences without warning.

D

[firstofthefallen]

[Lucifer just smiles and nods a bit at the man, despite his irritable appearance. Even a little kindness can go a long way towards people, he's found, and figuring them out. Well. As long as they're human, and sometimes even not then.]

A gin and tonic, if you please.

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley pauses in his grumping to stare at the newcomer before mixing the drink. He sets it before him.]

I haven't seen you around here before.

D ; Olney's Tavern

[resuscitates]

What's the popular brew here?

[ Maybe it wasn't the best idea to go out for a drink just yet but he'd figured one beer wouldn't hurt. ]

[eyesofaserpent]

It depends on if you want what the drones like, what I prefer to serve of the swill they call beer here, or if you'd like a cocktail.

D

[pinkscarflady]

[She's in better spirits than the last time she was in here, and gives him a smile as she walks up to the bar.]

A gin martini, please. Very dry.

[eyesofaserpent]

Right. Shaken or stirred?

D

[kingofshadows]

A tranquilizer dart to the eardrums will do nicely, I think. I believe I've contracted permanent tinnitus.

[eyesofaserpent]

You too, huh? Bloody obnoxious this day has been.

D

[forgotten_titan]

(Tara's just...hopping from one foot to the other. Occasionally she'll pick up a little courage to walk right up to the door...before she turns around and goes back to loitering outside the tavern.)

[eyesofaserpent]

[He notices the top of a blonde head appearing and reappearing in the window of the door. After a little while of this and with no customers to serve, Crowley steps out from behind the door and opens the door. He arches a brow.]

Sniper's kid...

E

[ineffablytartan]

[The call disturbs Aziraphale from his book, and he ignores it for a moment to see if anyone else will pick up, before sighing and pushing himself up. He ambles over and picks it up, sitting at the table.]

Good evening. Aziraphale speaking.

[eyesofaserpent]

[Of course when Aziraphale picks up, it's in the middle of a half-hissed rant.]

-bloody kidding me...

[A pause.]

FINALLY. Aziraphale, we're in some serious shit right now.

D

[fineinthefire]

You look like you could use a drink yourself.

[eyesofaserpent]

Maybe just a bit. It's been an irritating day.