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]

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

[fineinthefire]

Wanna talk about it? Might help to get it off your chest.

[eyesofaserpent]

I got woken up in the middle of the night only to discover I was in a different house than I went to sleep in.

[fineinthefire]

[He leans his chin on his hand.]

Yeah, that'll do it. You'd think we'd learn to expect those kinds of things in this dump.

[eyesofaserpent]

A lot of things, yes. But my home had been constant.

[fineinthefire]

[He leans forward.]

This has really shaken you hasn't it?

[He didn't really feel it's affects too much. He spent as little time in that house as he possibly could personally.]

What time do you get off work?

[eyesofaserpent]

Closing.

[He's artfully neglecting to respond to the first question.]

People need their drinks after all.

[fineinthefire]

[Axel knew subject dodging when he saw it.]

What time does this place close up?

[He's got an idea that usually helps him out when he's not exactly happy. It's kinda childish but it works.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Eleven. This town is so bloody backward.

[fineinthefire]

Yeah it is.

[A pause. This is still weird for him, the whole comforting people thing.]

Mind if I swing by once you close?

[eyesofaserpent]

No, I don't mind. [Though he is wondering what's going to happen...]

[fineinthefire]

Alright. I'll see you around 11 then. How much time do you need to clean this place up? [Oh, nothing really, just some innocent ice cream giving.]

[eyesofaserpent]

I leave at 11 usually, so just come then.

[fineinthefire]

Alright. I'll see you then.



[[ooc: Do you wanna just do a time jump to after Crowley gets off work?]]

Time jump is cool!

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley steps out of the bar after shooing the last of the drunks out precisely at 11pm. He looks a bit tired. He looks a bit stressed. Things had kind of gone to hell and back after Axel left. He also forgot he was supposed to see Axel after closing.]

[fineinthefire]

[Axel pushes off the wall he was leaning on and crosses the street.]

Long day?

[eyesofaserpent]

[He looks over at Axel, pausing mid-step.]

You could say that.

[fineinthefire]

[He shakes his head a little.]

You forgot didn't you?

[eyesofaserpent]

[He looks momentarily guilty.]

I did.

[fineinthefire]

Don't worry about it. Let's go.

[eyesofaserpent]

Right...

[He steps over to his Bentley.]

Get in.

[fineinthefire]

[Axel slides into the passenger's seat. He takes a moment to run a hand over the car door and feel the leather. This was a really nice car.]

Pretty sure I've already said this, but this is a really nice car.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He smirks a bit, turning the key in ignition. The motor rumbled and purred like a great beast.]

Of course it is. Top of the line. Top of any like, really.

[fineinthefire]

[Which made him grin a little. This was pretty awesome, not gonna lie.]

Where did you get this bad boy?

[Not that he wanted one. He was just curious.]

[eyesofaserpent]

In London back in 1926.

[He backed out of his parking space and rolled to the driveway.]

Where are we going?