Crowley and OTA (multiples okay)
Crowley wasn't exactly the partying type. He should be, he knew, because he was a demon. And parties were a great place to tempt man into sin, and secure souls for hell. But regardless of the fact Crowley wasn't working while in Madison, that had never been his style.
If he chose to go to a party it was to attend the party, not to pick through the other people in attendance, even if he did play a little game with himself and pick out the easiest targets for damnation. And there were quite a few in Madison Valley. At least 90% of the refugee population, as far as he could tell.
It amused him. And built up an appetite. He made his way over to the buffet table and started piling the various foods, a little of just about everything, onto a plate. His appetite could rival a werewolf, even though he had no real need to eat at all. He ate food because he enjoyed the process.
He made his way to a picnic table. "This seat taken? Good. Thanks." He sat down regardless of the answer.