it sort of goes like this [action/voice]

[automoblephilia]

It's always nice being back in your own body. Too cold for the whole snake thing...not the right season. Let's chat Luceti. It's called Reincarnation. Wonder, what would some of you choose to be could you have a second life? [ He'd love to see some of the answers you people give. ] Is a god like that merciful? Or maybe just a bastard? You're stuck

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[refinedmaestro]

[Frederic had been playing the piano at the Seventh Heaven when he spied Crowley nearby with a frown. He remembers that man all too well as he gets up from the piano and gets himself some Earl Grey tea from the bar.]

So we meet again, Mister Crowley.

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[automoblephilia]

[ He was listening to that too. Why'd you stop? ]

Tea? At a bar... [ smirks. ] We sure do. Not like it's...a big place or anything.

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[refinedmaestro]

[He was thirsty, he wanted a drink.]

Is that a problem? [A small laugh.] I suppose that's true.

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[automoblephilia]

[ Get a manly drink, geez. ]

Not at all. But some liquid inspiration might help you with your thing, you know? [ He swirls the little remaining contents in his glass before downing the rest. Then he puts the glass on the bar where it will refill itself automatically. But you didn't see that. ] Not really much room to wander around in this...bubble.

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[refinedmaestro]

[What? Tea is totally a manly drink.]

Liquid inspiration? [He sounds a little curious now, what did Crowley mean?]

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[automoblephilia]

Oh yeah. It's great for all sorts of things.

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[refinedmaestro]

Is that so? I may want to try this, it may help me with my compositions.

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[automoblephilia]

You won't regret it, trust me. It might be the key to your next masterpiece, who knows!

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[refinedmaestro]

[His eyes widen and now he seems even more interested.]

Oh my, that does sound fascinating. Where can I get this liquid inspiration?

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[automoblephilia]

[ He taps the bar with his left hand. ] You're standing in front of it. Like a fountain of...inspiration, er, yeah. [ Now just what the hell do you give a famous composer who has never drank before, hmm. ]

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[refinedmaestro]

[He looks down at the bar, a little confused.] The bar is a fountain of inspiration?

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[automoblephilia]

[ What are we going to do with you, Frederic, besides get you drunk right now. ] Bloody hell not literally. The contents inside it are, got it?

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[refinedmaestro]

[He takes things very literally you see, thus he was confused. But now he is no longer confused, as things were explained.] I see. Well then, where shall I start so I may obtain this liquid inspiration?

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[automoblephilia]

[ He give you a once over, staring behind them shades of his at you. Hm where to start indeed. ] How about with some wine first? Then we'll start you on the real stuff. [ He'll call over some one to give you one of the wines they have on hand, sliding the glass over to you, totally not smirking or anything, nope. ]

[ action ] how did we not notice this goof up?

[refinedmaestro]

[Frederic looks a bit surprise and at the word wine he hesitates for a moment.] Wine? You mean alcohol? No no, I couldn't do that.

[ action ] IDK! Crowley is a disembodied voice now /shot

[automoblephilia]

[ He smirks. ] What's the matter your compositions are coming second all the sudden? [ He'll give him a slap on the back. ] It's just a few drinks nothing bad at all! Promise.

[ Except a demon's promise is kinda not a promise at all haha. :| ]