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discedo_logs2008-02-27 08:44 pm
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Who: Crowley and anyone else who wants to come on in
Where: Outside the apartments on Gohl Avenue (he hasn't moved from there yet)
When: Uhh now? 8D;/
Summary: After the things fell from the sky, Crowley got more wine than he'll ever need and already got smashingly drunk. You may now join him!
Crowley wasn't getting attacked by monsters, and whatever tiny ones came by whenever he was good enough to demonically laugh it of or still make some hisses and growles and monster-like sounds to scare the 'all creatures great and small' off.
He was out on the streets! And couldn't really stand up too well, so Crowley sat like a bum on the curb looking straight up into the empty bottle of wine he held above his head going "Hmmmmm...." He was running a thought through his mind 'did Aziraphale put a secret message in any of these?'. Yes, he would have liked to have his one and only friend there with him. It was a damn shame (not that Aziraphale was anywhere near being damned like him) to not have the angelic creature around.
The bottle was put down. Empty wine bottle number two, time to hit number three. It may have been better for Crowley to think this through before he forgothe couldn't sober himself up at will.
Where: Outside the apartments on Gohl Avenue (he hasn't moved from there yet)
When: Uhh now? 8D;/
Summary: After the things fell from the sky, Crowley got more wine than he'll ever need and already got smashingly drunk. You may now join him!
Crowley wasn't getting attacked by monsters, and whatever tiny ones came by whenever he was good enough to demonically laugh it of or still make some hisses and growles and monster-like sounds to scare the 'all creatures great and small' off.
He was out on the streets! And couldn't really stand up too well, so Crowley sat like a bum on the curb looking straight up into the empty bottle of wine he held above his head going "Hmmmmm...." He was running a thought through his mind 'did Aziraphale put a secret message in any of these?'. Yes, he would have liked to have his one and only friend there with him. It was a damn shame (not that Aziraphale was anywhere near being damned like him) to not have the angelic creature around.
The bottle was put down. Empty wine bottle number two, time to hit number three. It may have been better for Crowley to think this through before he forgothe couldn't sober himself up at will.