|edenssnake (edenssnake) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2019-06-19 19:43:00
|Entry tags:||crowley, john constantine|
Who: Crowley and Open
Where: Bryn's bar
What: Getting drunk
Crowley had spent the day reading. There seemed to be a network connecting the residents of the spacestation - what in hell's name??? Was he drunk enough to have made that up? Anyhow, he had dug deeper into it. According to what was written, people came from different worlds and different times. None came from this universe. And there was talk of a little girl who had brought them here. As if! The demon did not buy any of it. This was one big ruse! One big creative ruse. And that was where the problem was... neither hell nor heaven had ever displayed such creativity. Were the big ones responsible for this? Was this part of the ineffable plan Aziraphale talked about so much? Where was the angel anyway? That was an important question. With the all the madness that had happened, at least it had happened to both of them. He had had a partner.
And so Crowley sunk deeper into his own misery. He slumped deeper into his chair and watched the big empty bar. It was the place everyone had talked about. The company was terrible though and he was far too sober for he had far too many thoughts. So Crowley drank and felt miserable. And bottles were starting to pile on the table in front of him. He deemed it an appropriate reaction to whatever this was.