Crowley (![]() ![]() @ 2022-10-14 19:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, !match-up, ~2022 october, ~~~ crowley (ivedonebad) |
Who: Crowley & Leonard Snart
What: Just a chat in a bar
When: Thursday evening
Where: Verdant
Warnings: Will change if needed, but none
Status: Closed/Ongoing/Match up
All Hallow's Eve was creeping in to take over the town, and Crowley was one of the few beings in town not at all amused or enthralled by it. What had once been an actual magical and spiritual time was now so commercialized, that Crowley had ceased to be annoyed that he hadn't capitalized on it when he had the chance and was now just annoyed at it.
This was why he was at Verdant this evening instead of anywhere else because for the moment it wasn't overrun with 'spooky stuff'. At least no one had handed him a holiday drink menu yet, which he was glad of, because the last thing he wanted to think about right now was pumpkin spice rum or something horrible like that.
He turned and narrowed his gaze at a gentleman nearby. "How many times have you been here now?"