Crowley, OTA
Crowley had wandered into the party fashionably a bit late, having had to entertain his own masses through their festivities before being able to sneak away. He had left the Angel to his own devices for the night, figuring he could use a bit of socialization with someone besides Crowey himself. For the moment, he was seated at the bar waiting for his impossibly complex drink order to be fixed to his satisfaction, eyes locked on the woman on the nearest stage.