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Drink Count: 18 || The Meeting He Never Wanted
Who: Crowley (
eyesofaserpent), Aziraphale (
ineffablytartan), and Lucifer (
firstofthefallen)
What: Lucifer wants to meet Aziraphale. Crowley is privately panicking.
Where: 852 Goldberg Street
When: January 16, very late evening
Warnings: None at this time
This was the last thing Crowley had wanted and alarm klaxons were going off in his mind. He ached to escape. Itched for it. Crowley had managed too survive for so long partially due to his knowledge of when to turn tail and run.
But there was no escaping now.
After shutting down the bar for the night, Crowley drove Lucifer over to his new house in his Bentley. He parked in the garage.
"Alright... He should be in the living room. Or maybe he's making tea." He knew Aziraphale's habits too well.
He strode into the house through the front door, careful to hold it open for Lucifer to enter. He looked around the living room to see if that was indeed where the angel had settled.
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What: Lucifer wants to meet Aziraphale. Crowley is privately panicking.
Where: 852 Goldberg Street
When: January 16, very late evening
Warnings: None at this time
This was the last thing Crowley had wanted and alarm klaxons were going off in his mind. He ached to escape. Itched for it. Crowley had managed too survive for so long partially due to his knowledge of when to turn tail and run.
But there was no escaping now.
After shutting down the bar for the night, Crowley drove Lucifer over to his new house in his Bentley. He parked in the garage.
"Alright... He should be in the living room. Or maybe he's making tea." He knew Aziraphale's habits too well.
He strode into the house through the front door, careful to hold it open for Lucifer to enter. He looked around the living room to see if that was indeed where the angel had settled.