anthony_crowley (anthony_crowley) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-12-10 23:26:00 |
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Crowley enjoyed his post-death drink, sitting at the bar. It was a rather quiet in the Ice Room which was just what he needed. Actually alcohol was just what he needed. Crowley took a sip of his drink. It could have ended a lot worse, he had to admit. He got killed but he <i>wasn’t</i> back in hell, struggling to find an excuse for why another demon would rather see him dead than alive. He really would not have known how to explain that. "Don't know why Ligur was so upset, it was just a little bath. He was rather smelly that day. How was I supposed to know that it was holy water?" was not something hell would believe.
The alcohol slowly affected Crowley's brain. This new brain of this new body. It was the first one he had found after his death and he guessed that it wasn’t that bad. At least he did not have to share it. That would have been annoying. He still wanted his old one back though. For six thousand years they had been working rather well together and Crowley had gotten quite fond of it. Well, he could always start to transform this one but right now he did not care.