Who: Crowley, Zira, Parker and Dominic What: A meeting of like minds. Literally. Parker houses a version of Zira, Crowley and Zira are confused. When/Where: Backdated to last night (before the log with Ax)/Crowley's Club (which needs to be named again) Warnings: Yup.
Crowley wasn't quite sure what to make of this man claiming to be Aziraphale. He had long since come to terms with the idea of the doppelgangers in this universe, but that wasn't how he presented himself. He seemed to be... for want of a better word, possessed by his Angel. And with Crowley's mark on his chest... well. Color Crowley curious.
Monday night was a relatively slow time for the nightclub, not even enough to warrant dancers or the usual... bait, left to wander through the crowds. In fact, other than a few die-hard drunks and his usual workers, Crowley was alone at the bar, waiting for either his lover or the man to wander in. He was halfway into a bottle of gin, and close to the definition of 'brooding', but he didn't care. He just wanted to get this straightened- if this was, in fact, what was making his Angel, his real Angel, so distressed.
Another drink, as he looked toward the door, feeling an oddly familiar something near the entrance.