Who: Crowley & Mitch Morgan What: Casual drinking at the bar When: Backdating to Saturday Night (1/27) Where: Lou's Warnings: Crowley? Status: Closed/Ongoing
Saturday evenings were usually rather quiet at Lou's, though the place did have its moments. The bloody film festival that was in town made it busier than usual. Crowley didn't have a problem with anyone crowding his table though, because most people were made uneasy when they got nearby. Not because of him, but because of the hellhound pup resting on the floor under his seat. Not that the normal humans could see it, but this particular breed of hound tended to give off a sense of fear and doom to mortals.
He was reading the news and enjoying his scotch when the pup rumbled, and Crowley looked up to see Mitch entering. He waved a hand towards the empty chair across from him, offering to share the table with him. It would be interesting to see if the man could handle being that close to Basil.