Crowley/Coyote
After leaving Raven to his lady friend, Coyote found himself drawn to the bar, to order a drink of his own. Intending to nurse it while he scoped out the crowd for a suitable companion for the night, he happened to slide into the stool next to Crowley.
He tipped his head, giving the demon a friendly smile, but nothing more. He didn't wish to distract him, if he was intent on watching the show. The girl on the stage was...well. Coyote wasn't sure she was human, mortals ought not be able to bend wuite that way.