Anna rolled her eyes. It wasn't very angelic of her but she was stuck in a house with the King of the Crossroads and his Hellhound drinking Scotch. It wasn't one of her finer moments. And he was skimping her on the scotch too. What exactly had she done to deserve that, she thought she was being more than friendly as it happened. he was alive wasn't he. His pet too. So really she thought he might have been friendlier. "Yes Crowley, Nice. What do you want from me more than nice. We're hardly friends or drinking buddies. It's impressive how much I want to smite you and you're pouring me half measures every time we have a drink" she told him. She wasn't stupid.
"We're stuck like this. For who knows how long. Which means coexistance. Which means playing at being nice and which I would like very much to mean less show tunes." she added.
This was hurting her head. It wasn't fair sticking her with someone like Crowley, turned out the seal hated her as much as the rest of them. But she had scotch, good scotch, and she was sure they could find a movie and maybe the time could just go ahead and pass without one of them snapping. Of course she'd never get used to the smell of sulpher. The overwhelming feeling of wrong and bad and evil she got every time she looked at Crowley. The hellhound was at least sensibly staying in its corner knowing better.
It was probably for the best neither of them needed to sleep. She wasn't touching that argument with a ten foot barge pole. On the other hand it did mean double the time spent in each others company. "Find us something to watch and give me a proper amount of that stuff." she told the demon as she downed her glass in one. Yes, told. Anna was in no mood for debate right now, she just mostly needed to take her mind off it all. The scotch would help. She'd need more of it though. She was pretty sure she needed to be drunk. But it would take more than most. She'd heard Cas had once drunk a whole liquor store full.just to get tipsy.