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Log: Complete
When: Friday night 9/26 and on past midnight into 9/27 No Inner Monologue Day
Rating: PG?
Characters: Crowley![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
itsjustafruit and Sam Oliver idkmybffsatan
Summary: Just a demon and Satan's bounty hunter having a drink?
Log:
Crowley was finding the Coliseum to be a friendly haunt. The liquor was good without much help from him, and the people playing pool hadn't quite learned not to play with the man who never took his sunglasses off. The waitresses hadn't even quite caught on to the fact that he almost never paid, let alone tipped.
He already had a pitcher of beer at his favorite table and was picking a pool cue while he waited for Sam to join him. He wasn't sure just what it was, but he had a feeling the young man had a little more story than he let on. Call it thousands of years of experience.
Maybe he'd find out more this evening. Maybe he'd just get Sam to buy the beer. Either way, he'd enjoy himself; he almost always did.
Rating: PG?
Characters: Crowley
itsjustafruit and Sam Oliver idkmybffsatanSummary: Just a demon and Satan's bounty hunter having a drink?
Log:
Crowley was finding the Coliseum to be a friendly haunt. The liquor was good without much help from him, and the people playing pool hadn't quite learned not to play with the man who never took his sunglasses off. The waitresses hadn't even quite caught on to the fact that he almost never paid, let alone tipped.
He already had a pitcher of beer at his favorite table and was picking a pool cue while he waited for Sam to join him. He wasn't sure just what it was, but he had a feeling the young man had a little more story than he let on. Call it thousands of years of experience.
Maybe he'd find out more this evening. Maybe he'd just get Sam to buy the beer. Either way, he'd enjoy himself; he almost always did.