"One of the perks of literally owning the place," He smirked to himself, polishing off his second drink as he watched the man continue his play. Crowley was starting to relax, or perhaps he simply forgot himself, but rather than send the waitress away again (after she'd just sat down. On his lap.), he chose instead to will the glass refilled. He was rather sure the Doctor was too immersed in his dice to notice.