So a Demon and the Devil walk into a bar...
Who: Lucifer (lucifer_aeterna ) and Crowley (yellow_snakeyes)
What: DRINKING
Where: The Chubby Hippo
Why: Why not? :O
Rated: idek PG-13? D:
[Complete]
Eighteen years was a pretty good run, right? He'd helped to avert Armageddon, much to Hell's displeasure, and they'd left him alone since then, not a whisper, not a peep, no threatening letters tied to rocks and flung through his bedroom window...But now He was here. He hadn't seemed incredibly displeased over the forum, but Crowley had never had a more ominous invitation to go out for drinks in his life.
And it was quite a long life.
Quickly nearing its end, he supposed. Well. He'd grin and bear it take it like a man. As much as he was able. He wished he'd been able to see Aziraphale again, but, well...obviously that wasn't going to happen. They'd been associates...hell...friends for a long time. They'd been that way much longer than most people could dream of, let alone hope for. That'd just have to be good enough for him.
Lucifer hadn't arrived yet, so Crowley took a seat at the bar, ordered a shot of liquid courage (for all the good it would do him), and waited.
What: DRINKING
Where: The Chubby Hippo
Why: Why not? :O
Rated: idek PG-13? D:
[Complete]
Eighteen years was a pretty good run, right? He'd helped to avert Armageddon, much to Hell's displeasure, and they'd left him alone since then, not a whisper, not a peep, no threatening letters tied to rocks and flung through his bedroom window...But now He was here. He hadn't seemed incredibly displeased over the forum, but Crowley had never had a more ominous invitation to go out for drinks in his life.
And it was quite a long life.
Quickly nearing its end, he supposed. Well. He'd grin and bear it take it like a man. As much as he was able. He wished he'd been able to see Aziraphale again, but, well...obviously that wasn't going to happen. They'd been associates...hell...friends for a long time. They'd been that way much longer than most people could dream of, let alone hope for. That'd just have to be good enough for him.
Lucifer hadn't arrived yet, so Crowley took a seat at the bar, ordered a shot of liquid courage (for all the good it would do him), and waited.