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

[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.

[eyesofaserpent]

I would love to be serving pints of Guinness instead of the piss Americans think is beer.

[Still, he pours a glass of Pabst Blue Ribbon from the tap and sets it on the counter.]

[technohippie]

I'd even settle for normal American piss at this point, but a Guinness sounds divine. [He smirks.] Once I get home I'll be drinking good beer till it's comin' out my ears.

[eyesofaserpent]

PBR is at least slightly decent.

I'm not as much a beer drinker as I am a wine drinker. And cocktails. Cocktails are terribly fun.

[technohippie]

Wine's okay. Gotta admit, even I like a good cocktail now 'n' then. Ya make any good ones?

[eyesofaserpent]

I make all the good ones.

[technohippie]

Alright then! [He quickly knocks back his beer, then slams the glass down with a grin.] What do ya make best?

[eyesofaserpent]

Hmmm... That's a tough question. I suppose I have to return with, how pissed do you want to get?

[technohippie]

Hell, I ain't got anythin' better to do tonight. Lay it on me.

[This guy is such a lightweight. It'll be over fast.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He snorts and starts mixing his favorite: an appletini.]

We'll start you out a little slow.

[technohippie]

What, ya think I can't handle a-- [Looks at what he's making] a martini?

[eyesofaserpent]

It's not that. I want you to be able to enjoy more than one drink.

[He pours out the appletini into a martini glass after giving the shaker a good shaking. He sets it on the counter and then almost immediately started shaking one for himself. No one said he had to do this job entirely sober.]

[technohippie]

Okay, fair point. Just wanna make sure ya weren't challenging my manhood. [Smirk.]

[He picks up the drink, and chuckles.] Oh, an appletini. Ya don't look like an appletini kinda guy. [But he'll still take a drink.]

[eyesofaserpent]

I fancy a good apple.

[He sips his own appletini.]

[technohippie]

Hmm, not bad, not bad at all. Though admittedly, I only have a few to compare it to.

[eyesofaserpent]

I'll admit this is my go to cocktail when I'm feeling a little down.

[technohippie]

It'll give ya a sugar high, I think. [He'll finish it off pretty quickly. He's in a drinking mood tonight.]

What else ya got?

[eyesofaserpent]

[In a tall glass with ice he poured some vodka, cherry brandy, coke, and cranberry juice. He set it before Quinn.]

A black cat.

[technohippie]

[He takes a sip, considers it, then nods.] Nice work. Ya might make me into a cocktail convert here.

[eyesofaserpent]

As well I should be doing. [He smirks.]