InsaneJournal

“Freddie Mercury you are not.” said Crowley, looking suspiciously at the tiny Irishman. “If  you want to go on to Luke Kelly, you might have the voice for it.”

The leprechaun regarded him oddly. He could sense there was something odd about him. “Mama...ooh ohh ooh oooo” it sang as Crowley made himself a cuppa. “Didn’t meaaan to make you cry.” 

“Tea?” he offered. “Ahh no, you want a Whiskey, don't you little friend.”

Crowley was absolutely sure  that the myth about the Irish and drinking came solely from the little creature in front of him. Lushes, the lot of them. He’d heard a few stories about the little things but had never met one. He’d met people who said they did. He didn’t even know if they were real back home but he wouldn’t put it past God to create them. He wondered had the angel run into them.

If they were real the Irish should just have sent them against the English. Probably would have worked.

“If I’m not back again this tiiiiime…”

It stopped singing and almost grabbed the whiskey out of his hand. Because of course it did. He sighed and sat down, realising quickly he wasn’t going to get rid of it any time soon. They seemed to have attached themselves to everyone in Goodland and he’d learned from what he’d seen on the internet that being cruel to them ended in the songs you hated most.

And no one. No one needed the Spice Girls right now. Least of all him. But listening to it try to live up to Freddie was slowly driving him mad. And so the demon began to sing.

“And come tell me Sean O’ Farrell, tell me why you hurry so” he began.

“HUSH A BHUACHAILL HUSH AND LISTEN...!” it took over, quite content to sit with whiskey and sing Irish Rebel songs. Crowley figured eventually it would fall asleep, and maybe he’d get a little respite from it. 

Twenty minutes later his plan was working

“Our LOOOOOVE was on the wing, we had songs and dreams to siiing…” No, no wait no… “We had dreeeams and songs to sing, it’s so loooonley round the...fleds...fieeeelds of Ath...Ath...rrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyy”

It slumped over and the demon let out a sigh of relief, creeping from the room. He’d let it sleep as long as it wanted to.