The new face was getting more and more intoxicated when a stranger suddenly walked in. The empty bar, a day that had been stranger than the apocalypse and now a stranger in a coat who smoked in doors in a public place. The man did not look like a demon and he certainly did not look like an angel either.
It took Crowley a second to realise that it was the man who had introduced himself as a demonologist to others. A pretty bad demonologist if you asked Crowley, seeing that he had just turned his back towards one. The demon pushed his sunglasses up and straightened himself. "Hey you! You're that..." he started, then quickly stopped. Crowley had forgotten the name and his brain made no attempt to think properly. "... demon hunter person." There was a definite slur in his words. Another pause. What had he wanted to say? "And what was it... dark magic voodoo?" That was definitely not what he had wanted to say. But one could not be picky if the brain was shutting down.