anthony_crowley (anthony_crowley) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-11-30 22:34:00 |
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Who: Crowley and Zira
Where: Zira’s freshly claimed bookstore in Soho
When: After this
What: Getting drunk
Rating: Middle
Status: Incomplete
Crowley stepped out into the cool evening breeze and shut the door of his new found eighty-year-old Bentley behind him. Five blocks from here it had stood in front of the traffic lights, indicating that it was supposed to turn left. He knew it wasn’t his and that it would never be the same. But a Bentley without an owner who appreciated it was just plain right wrong. So for once Crowley decided to show mercy and stole the car. Well, at least he hoped it was stealing.
The way to Soho was no problem. The abandoned cars on the middle of the street were eager to let him through. The backseats were carrying different bottles of alcohol as their passengers. Alcohol was one of hell’s worst inventions. It was able to turn even the finest man into someone likeable.1 He chose three of the bottles. That should be enough for the first round.
Crowley looked at the bookstore. If it wasn’t for the lack of humans he would have felt at home. He stepped into the room that was filled with the odour of hundreds of years of human history. Ah yes, this was very familiar. “Angel?” he asked.
1 The demon had even spent to entire months to convince priest to preach against alcohol. You could get humans to do anything if you only told them forcefully enough not to do it.