[The bar]

[dontfeartreaper]

[Time to see in what sort of trouble the witch got himself into, apparently the end of the world was only the begining.

As he takes another sip of his wine he wonders what the hell she did with Balthazar and how hard will he has to kick the half breed's ass. Some people ever learn.]

Comments

[defendusin]

[And if Crowley took the time to notice, there seem to be a few newcomers sitting around the bar as well! One of which is sitting just a few tables away and looking a little....lost might not be the best term, but it's close enough for now.]

[dontfeartreaper]

[Maybe he didn't noticed him at first, but he did sensed the angelic power in the room, he thought that maybe Aziraphale was here again but...no. His eyes narrowed behind his dark glasses as he discretely looked at the man.]

[defendusin]

[Sorry Crowley, this is not the angel you are looking for. But think of him as a substitute!

You know, he could almost feel something familiar in the room, but aaargh so many non-human entities, it's hard to tell who from what.]

[dontfeartreaper]

[You are not wearing tartan, it's an improvement.

Crowley is grateful for that, the last time he met a celestial entity that wans't Azira he wanted him dead.] You look a bit lost.

[thebooksaysso]

[Anathema might be looking a little more anxious than normal when she walks in, but she's doing a surprisingly good job of hiding it.

....she can't hide how wary she looks when she goes to take a seat next to Crowley, though, and she makes damn sure her knife, now with shiny new runes carved into it, is visible from her belt.]

....well. Go on. Make it quick.

[dontfeartreaper]

[She did yes, but that demon could actually smell that anxiety, animal traids and everything.]

Nice knife.

[thebooksaysso]

[That's cheating, you cheater. :(]

Thank you, but that's not why we're here.

[dontfeartreaper]

[How is that cheating? >.>]

You called me, you tell me why we are here [So I can go kill someone we both know... Crowley orders a drink for her.]