17: This is even better than reality TV.

[scaresplants]

[There's the sound of laughter. It's not exactly happy laughter, or the type of laughter that you have when somebody tells you a really funny story. In fact, it seems to have reached the point where it is exactly directed at everyone else.]

[The screen finally turns on, showing a particular demon grinning at the camera in the tidy location of  a bar. Anthony J. Crowley is laughing at your misfortune, Vatheonites.]

Wow. Wow, this curse is priceless, isn't it? Just seeing all you people squirm when the truth is out...really, you make it easy to tell which confessions are the truth and which are not based on your reactions.

Ooh, and we've got some love confessions in there too! I have to say, watching all of these love triangles and squares and other polygonal figures is probably the best entertainment that I've had in the last several years.

[He snickers slightly, before taking a sip of wine.] And count my lucky stars, I honestly think the curse has passed over me. Haven't had the need to confess anything the last couple of days. Finally this place does something right.

[A pause as his smile widens.] So, don't be shy. Let all your secrets out to me. I'll have you know that I'm actually a pretty honest guy.

[...Wait a second. For a brief second, his smile falters. That wasn't exactly what he was meaning to say. But the smile is back as if nothing happened. Crowley is a pretty hard guy to read, after all.]

So, how about it?

Comments

[not_heavens_adam]

I did say a 'taste'~

I've had over five hundred years...there's bound to be some self-confidence issues lost along the way.

[scaresplants]

Hey, it's as bad as licking some of the icing off the cake. Still isn't good for you.

You're a kid compared to me. I'm well over one thousand. Somewhere up there in the six thousand range, really. I was working way before you were born.

[not_heavens_adam]

I always work out after having sweets~

Ohh~ An older man~! I feel like a schoolgirl with a crush~

[scaresplants]

I'd rather it be that you don't eat the sweets in the first place.

Oh go, Sa, someone, don't say that. Now I'll never get that mental image out of my head.

[not_heavens_adam]

How sweet of you to worry about my health~

I don't know how good I'd look in a skirt, but I'd be willing to give it a try for you~

[scaresplants]

I'm not worrying about your health, don't flatter yourself.

Please don't. I don't think I would be able to use my eyes after that.

[not_heavens_adam]

Hmm...

You could always take the skirt off to make me stop wearing it...~

[Enjoy that smirk...it's suggestive.]

[scaresplants]

...

No. Keep it on. I'll just turn it into a kilt. The Scots wear kilts, you know.

[STOP IT JOHNNY >B(]

[not_heavens_adam]

I know~

Kilts do look good on certain people.

[Naaawww. Now he's having too much fun. Brb, talking and walking at the same time.]

[scaresplants]

Probably not on you.

[SO OBLIVIOUS only wine now yes.]

[not_heavens_adam]

Maybe not. I think I look better in nothing at all~

[Whelp. Don't mind as he turns off the SFC and walks in.

Have some company.]

[scaresplants]

Oi, don't flatter yourse-

[He lifts his head towards the door and freezes.]

[What to do what to do LET US PUT ALL THESE WINE BOTTLES IN FRONT OF US ON THE COUNTER SO NOBODY CAN SEE YES that is the best plan ever.]

[not_heavens_adam]

[Sorry, no. Even if he couldn't see you, he can smeeelll you~

Enjoy this hug from behind~!]

Hello, Crow~ley!

[scaresplants]

Erk!

[Crowley wished that he could somehow go back in time and throw the person who invented the hug off a cliff. It was such a pathetic and awkward gesture, really.]

Bugger off!

[not_heavens_adam]

But we've only just been reunited~ I missed you~

[Nuzzle~]

[scaresplants]

I don't miss you. Get off. People are staring.

[GLOWER GLOWER]

[not_heavens_adam]

[He actually listens but doesn't go far. Instead, he leaned against the bar in front of Crowley, keeping a hand on the demon's leg.]

I don't care about audiences~

Besides...you didn't seem to mind so much with the mistletoe~

[scaresplants]

I do.

[A huff as he tries to ignore that hand on his leg by focusing on the alcohol in front of him.]

Because that was a different case. That's why.

[not_heavens_adam]

Well~ We could always go somewhere more private~

[Smiiirk and no sign of that hand moving.]

[scaresplants]

No chance, lover boy. If "somewhere more private" doesn't have alcohol, then I'm not going.

[not_heavens_adam]

Weelll, I do have wine in my apartment~

[Don't mind as he leans a little closer~]

[scaresplants]

Your wine probably sucks. Not happening.

[Leans away from! >BI]

[not_heavens_adam]

That all depends on taste~ It's not bloodwine if that's what you're concerned about.

[He'll end up in your lap if you leave yourself open like that...]

[scaresplants]

Even if you were serving the rarest wine in the history of the earth, I wouldn't drink it.

[Which is why he is scooting his bar stool away from you now.]

[not_heavens_adam]

Well, then, I guess we'll just have to settle for right here~

As I said, I don't mind~

[Is this your glass? Don't mind as he takes a drink from it, then.]