[Camera]
[Completely unaware that his computer's camera was also affected by the hacking and had turned on, Crowley could be seen sitting on a barstool with his usual drink in hand. His shoulders were hunched and his lips were pressed together tightly in a way that showed that he was displeased with something. It looked as if all of his patience was being tried and, not before long, he picked up his phone and turned it on, the screen lighting his face. After staring at it for a moment, he set the small device down on the bar top and tilted his head back to drain what was left of his drink. The demon seemed even more agitated as he grabbed the bottle and poured himself a second drink before the pattern repeated itself; the squaring of his shoulders and the taught purse of his lips. Each sign of agitation led him to pick up his phone and check it again before throwing it back against the counter with a sound of frustration.]
What the hell are you too busy for, it wouldn't kill you to pick up your bloody phone!
[His voice sounded bitter as he picked up his glass and finished what would be his second drink of many; he didn't touch his phone again, nor did it go off for the rest of the night.]
What the hell are you too busy for, it wouldn't kill you to pick up your bloody phone!
[His voice sounded bitter as he picked up his glass and finished what would be his second drink of many; he didn't touch his phone again, nor did it go off for the rest of the night.]