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]

852 Goldberg. They've got me living with a couple of birds.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Ah, I see... How's that so far then?

[eyesofaserpent]

[He shrugs nonchalantly.]

Lively, so far.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Things have been pretty calm here thus far...

[eyesofaserpent]

Good to know. Er... If Aziraphale or Rupert turn up here, do you mind directing them to my new abode?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Sure, no problem. 852 Goldberg, right?

(Come to think of it, that address sounds familiar...)

[eyesofaserpent]

That's right. Er... Thanks.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... By any chance, you wouldn't happen to have a daughter named Shana, would you?

[eyesofaserpent]

[He arches a brow.]

I do. Do you know her?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Yeah, she's a friend of mine.

[eyesofaserpent]

Oh. Then I suppose I'll be seeing you fairly regularly.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Well, I mostly tend to see her at school, but I might drop by on occasion.

[eyesofaserpent]

Oh. Fair enough. You're always welcome, as far as I'm concerned.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Good to hear. Feel free to drop by here when you like as well.

[eyesofaserpent]

Sure. Got to keep an eye on you, and all.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

I'll be fine as long as Haruhi doesn't get too out of hand.

[eyesofaserpent]

Haruhi? Isn't that your friend next door?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Yeah, that's her...

[eyesofaserpent]

Right. Er... Good luck.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Yeah, thanks...

[eyesofaserpent]

Right. I should get on to the bar.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Right, have fun.

[eyesofaserpent]

See you later, kid.

[And he's gone just as quickly as he'd arrived.]