Anthony J Crowley (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} snakelikesmile) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2010-01-14 22:24:00 |
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What: A friendly game of dice. Or, Crowley actually doing his bloody job for once.
When/Where: Tonight, Eden Resort and Casino in Monte Carlo
Warnings: At least gambling and innuendo. Will update.
Occasionally, Crowley would lament his being predictable. His marriage to the angel had been one such time; the overwhelming reaction of "well, finally!" left him feeling like some sort of ignoramus, for waiting as long as he had. However, it was very hard for him to have such a reaction, when the outcome was going to be as wonderful as that night had been... or, indeed, as much as this one promised to be.
Not that he would ever admit it, but he had approached the angel about the idea. And while his husband (and wasn't that an odd phrase?) had been hesitant at first, he promised it was just going to be a game of dice. Or, at least, that the angel would know if he managed to Tempt the man to more. But really- a dapper gambler plucked right out of the Industrial Age, with the face of his angel? Plenty of inspiration for him to actually get back into the Tempting game.
And there was no better place than Monte Carlo. Eden was a generous mix of modern games and... entertainments, while keeping an almost-genuine antiqued feel about it. Part of which had to do with Aziraphale helping him decorate, and the rest being his own penchant for 'ye good olde days'. Which Dr. Watson promised to be an embodiment of. He grinned to himself as he waited at the guest services desk, idly sipping from a glass of nigh-ancient scotch. He could only hope the good doctor would hurry- he wasn't feeling virtuous enough to deal with patience, just then.