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?

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[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.]

[scaresplants]

[He just stares at the glass when Johnny puts it down, and reaches over and throws it over his shoulder. He won't be needing that anymore.]

I do mind.

[Taking a swig from the bottle now.]

[not_heavens_adam]

[Amuuuused~ He leans against the counter directly in front of Crowley, smirking.]

Weell~ I'll just stay right here and keep you company; no hugging involved~

[scaresplants]

No thank you, I don't need company. Being by myself is my favorite hobby.

[Just stares at his bottle as if Johnny doesn't exist. BUG OFF MAN]

[not_heavens_adam]

[...]

Hnn~ I think you're lying, but I won't argue if you insist~

[scaresplants]

[He just groans slightly and takes another swig.]

You know, I actually do feel alon-

[SHUTTING UP NOW darn this curse.]

[not_heavens_adam]

[...]

Hmm~

[He steps away from the bar and closer to Crowley, leaning down a bit to press a kiss to his cheek.]

You don't have to if you don't want to.

[scaresplants]

[He hisses slightly at the kiss, and tries to ignore the buzz of the alcohol already effecting him.]

What I said wasn't true. Go away.

[not_heavens_adam]

If that's what you want~

[He gives another kiss, sliding his hand across Crowley's chest as he stands again and starts off towards the door.]

1/2

[scaresplants]

[He grumbles to himself, shaking his head, and turns as Johnny leaves.]

Hey, lover boy. You're going to do this again, aren't you? Show up when I least suspect it and just act like I'm your bloody plaything, aren't you? Well, I'm not.

[He stands up (a bit unbalanced due to the alcohol swimming through his bloodstream at the moment) and just glares at the vampire in front of him.]

I'm not having it.

2/2

[scaresplants]

[And with that he just stomps over to Johnny and grabs him by the neck roughly, his teeth bared, his voice an annoyed hiss.]

Don't. Mess. With me. I'm not your toy, okay?

[WHAT DO, JOHNNY?]

[not_heavens_adam]

[His expression darkens for just a second as a certain succubus with long white hair flashes, briefly, in his mind then he smirks, though it has an edge to it.]

Be careful when scaring vampires, Crowley. Now are you going to let go or put those teeth to use?

[scaresplants]

I'm not afraid of you.

[He leans in, hissing softly, yellow eyes narrowed behind his shades.]

In fact, I think I find you somewhat attrac-

[No. He has to close his mouth somehow before he finishes that sentence. And Johnny is right in front of him and then it's like the world turns upside down because he's just closing the distance forcefully, this is obviously the best way to stop yourself from confessing things you don't want to confess right here.]

[not_heavens_adam]

[Well. That was unexpected. Both the near confession and now this kiss. Some part of Johnny was yelling at him to respond and not just stand there in shock.

Finally, after a very brief moment, he did return the kiss, though not as forcefully as he had in the past, just enough to be responsive. If Crowley wanted control of this kiss, he could have it, Johnny's wits still weren't completely back to him.]