Anthony J Crowley: Vaguely Sauntering Downward (_crowley_) wrote in snapthread,
Kenobi/Crowley
Anyone with eyes could see it was a party. A party with drinks and dancing, and food --the kind he appreciated far more than Aziraphale most likely did. There was something about unnaturally colored crisps that he was just fond of. Probably because they were just a bit on the evil side.
What he couldn't see, though, was what the party was for. And oh, sure, he'd spent plenty of time dancing (on the head of a pin, even!) for no reason at all, but this place brought up rather many questions so it was nice to just have one where the answer wouldn't matter one way or the other.
It'd have to wait. Between one dorito and the next, he had company. "Get used to it?" He repeated, eyebrow raising just enough to be seen over his glasses. "It's not the best dancing, but I'm hardly offended. What's the special occasion?" Maybe it was for him. He had just arrived and all, and was both rather fabulous and deserving of a good party. Obviously. "Crowley," he went on with introductions. "Just arrived myself. Last night. Interesting place you've got here. Very... quaint." Oh, no. He didn't care for it at all.