005 - Will you do the fandango

[onlyanapple]

Who: Crowley and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Iskaulit
When: Today!

[The Fleet will be greeted with the blasting noise of that song he got for Christmas, you know the one. If you don't, now you do. You're welcome. The screen flickers on to show the interior of the Iskaulit. Specifically, a brand new bar.

Everything is black and metalic, sleek and modern. Neon lights of blues and greens offer some light. This place screams fancy. It's even got a pretentious name, the word 'Málum' in red above the bar proper. It's an inside joke.

Crowley turns the device to grin at the audience.]

So, Varric may have started up his quaint little shithole but I'm here to offer you an alternative. After all "I might get a disease from one of these chairs" isn't what some people are looking for in a watering hole.

Open til late, free shot with every pitcher, yadda yadda, come and drink your troubles away. Enjoy our jukebox with songs from...whatever the fuck is on the network. Sorry if it's shite. That's just standard jukebox fare, if we're being honest.

Let's drink our bullshit troubles away.

[[OOC: And from this point on, Málum is a location you can use! If your character wants a handwaved job, they're welcome to it. The more people, the less Crowley has to work for himself and he does love less work.

Comments

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley flashes her a wide grin as she enters. He knew he could rely on her. ]

South. Looking very suave, if I do say so.

[i_got_this]

Yeah yeah, wouldn't want to get kicked out of your bar. [This is what she's wearing.

She waltzes over to take a seat next to him. She's not going to say she missed him, because it's only felt like a few moments for her, but then again being on separate ships is pretty annoying. She says hello with a no-fucks-guven well placed kiss, a little longer and deeper than normally 'friendly', and then turns away casually to look at the menu.]

So, you got anything good here, or is it all flash?

[She can guarantee he's got the Good Stuff, but what fun would it be if she didn't haze him about it?]

[onlyanapple]

[He's certainly not going to turn down that kiss, returning it with an idle smirk. ]

Since when have I ever been all flash?

[He starts to rummage about behind the bar.]

What;s your poison tonight?

[i_got_this]

[She sets the menu down. It's not like she needed it anyway to know what she wanted.]

Whiskey, neat.

[onlyanapple]

[He smirks to himself, pouring the drink and sliding it over. ]

Had a feeling you might ask for that.

[i_got_this]

Am I that predictable?

[Or is it that he knows her that well? She takes a thoughtful sip as she realizes he knows more about her than the North that is here, and it leaves a pang.]

Didja know there's a North here? Not mine, one from a different universe, apparently.

[Dropping the news casually, but while she's handling it better than when her North left the castle, there's still a gravity to it.]

[onlyanapple]

Not at all, I just know you very well.

[That's...interesting. Different. He cocks his head to one side.]

How's that work then? That he doesn't even know you of all people. I could understand the other Freelancers, but not you.

[i_got_this]

[She shrugs as she takes another sip.]

Beats me. We got a chance to talk and it was like ... awkward. Different names and everything. [She sits back in her chair and looks at Crowley. She's at least grown to a point where she's not entirely freaking out, but on the other hand she's at a loss of what to do with the situation.] Apparently he'd been in another pocket dimension between home and this one.

[onlyanapple]

Well, shit.

[Crowley knows this sort of stuff can be difficult, be North...he's something far more important to South. It'd be like having Aziraphale show up and now know who he is. ]

...You holding up okay?

[This is serious, for once, he'll not disguise concern with apathy. ]