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!

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[ineffablytartan]

[Another long pause, and Aziraphale's finger stops tapping this time. Eventually he lets out a little sigh.]

I suppose I'd better be there, then. [Well, they've faced Lucifer before, even if this time they don't have Adam to help.] It's a shame that I don't have my sword still. [Thoughtful, even though it wouldn't do them much good.] Do you have any idea what he intends to do?

[eyesofaserpent]

Not really...

I... You know, I don't think he's my boss. There are two different versions of Death in this town, neither of which are Azrael. This one could be from some other world. He's not exactly like I remember him.

And at the very least, he said he's only been here since November, so it's possible that I'm stronger than he is...

[Though he seems to be talking about this logically, there's still that edge of panic in his voice. Anyone else would hear a nonchalant explanation, but Aziraphale knows him too well to be fooled by his forced calm.]

Who knows how long thatmight last...

[ineffablytartan]

Curious... I had noticed that, though. I suppose we'll find out. [He'll almost certainly be stronger than Aziraphale, though, who is still suffering from Being Human.]

We'll see what happens. Try to stay safe for now and I'll see you when you finish work. I'll try and think of... something in the meanwhile. [He's not sure what something is, but any attempt at a solution is better than none.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Right... He's, er... Staying here until last call. I guess so I don't weasel out of thisss....

[ineffablytartan]

...Ah. It's all right, we'll think of something.

Don't give him too much to drink.

[eyesofaserpent]

I can't not not give him all the G&Ts he wants if he asks for it.

[ineffablytartan]

You can try, at least.

[eyesofaserpent]

Would you be able to refuse Him all the G&Ts he wanted if asked you for them?

[ineffablytartan]

Well, no, obviously not. But you could try and distracting from drinking the one that he has.

[eyesofaserpent]

We'll see, Angel. We'll see.

Er... Right... I should go before he thinks I've run away.

[ineffablytartan]

Of course.

Be careful, dear. Try and keep him in a good mood, if at all possible.

[eyesofaserpent]

I'll do what I can. Ciao.

[He hangs up the phone and pauses to catch a breath before he heads back out front.]

[ineffablytartan]

[Aziraphale sighs at his parting words.] Good bye.

[When the call ends he puts the phone back in the holder, then sits back in his seat heavily. Well then... This would be an interesting night.]