Crowley is open to all
Of course, Crowley had shown up in his celestial costume, stretching at the hem of the white loincloth as it was a bit sparse and insufficient for his height. Soft downy wings of pearl shivering behind him with anticipation as he stepped in with those golden gladiator sandals that were tied securely around his calves. To think he was going to back down was a futile observation as Crowley was one for the debauchery of the opposition, although this was almost pushing it.
And for those wondering, yes, this angel still had his sunglasses on. Protecting those golden reptilian eyes beneath.
Maybe that set off the whole vibe? But Crowley would rather have felt even more dreadfully nude without his eyewear!
Carefully tucked under his arm was a golden harp, his eyes shifting around for Aziraphale before they sought out the booze. The first order of business was a drink, something to raise his spirits until the angel had shown up. Nearing the long table of goodies, Crowley took the first thing that appeared consumable in his opinion and lifted the glass to his lips for a sip.
Although everything seemed peachy, there was a constant prickling at his back where the costume wings sat against his skin. Idly scratching every so often between balancing his drink between hands. "Bloody hell," he muttered in a hiss. Brows furrowed in annoyance at the aggravation of the feathers draped against either side of his spine. Surely this evening would prove interesting or engaging in the least?