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[Tyrion looked around at the four or five bottles, before his lips twisted into a wry smile.]

One or two glasses of wine fits in five bottles? Either my mathematics is off - or you had a very big glass.

[Crowley cants his head, watching Tyrion for a moment. Then, rather deliberately, he reaches out and waves his hand over the bar-top. From nothing, a very very big wine glass materialises. ]

There you go. I have now. Look at that. Amazing.

[Tyrion stares at Crowley in return, before eying the glass, and then he simply pulls himself up on a stool to push the glass over so it shatters on the floor.]

I know that will do very little to you creating another one - but I do like the symbolism.

[Crowley watches the glass fall, tilting his head slightly. ]

Well. That was rude.

[He snaps his fingers and the glass reforms itself, coming back onto the table in front of Crowley. ]

And here I was going to offer you a drink and everything. I shan't do that if you can't be nice to the glasswear.

Yes. Well. I am trying to save your liver. If demons have livers.

[Tyrion stated as he looked at the glass with interest.]

I will be nice to the glassware if you are nice to the wine and stop drinking so much of it.

I can heal myself and my liver just fine.

[He exhales, leaning on the bar and tilting his head in Tyrion's direction. The shades are askew, so Tyrion might just catch a glimpse of those snakey eyes of his. ]

You're being a very mean dwarf. Can't I wallow in my misery a little?

You can if you talk about your misery and not drink it away.

[Tyrion arched an eyebrow at Crowley, noting the golden gleam of those serpent's eyes.]

After all you have never let me drink myself into oblivion so I do not see why I should grant you the same relief.

[He cares. In his caustic Tyrion way.]

[So caring. Crowley lets out a soft, annoyed scoff. ]

That's because you're human and you can give yourself alcohol poisoning. I have no such worries. And I don't talk about my misery.

I do not even know what that is but I doubt it's existence or I would have died years ago. And fine. If you aren't going to talk then I am going to steal your wine.

[Which he did so. Because he's a mean dwarf.]

[RUDE?!! ]

It is an unpleasant thing where your liver- you can't just steal my wine!

Ah!

[Tyrion holds up one finger, as he takes a big swallow from the big glass. He lets out a satisfied noise of - Aaaaah, before answering.]

But I have.

[The demon stares at him for a moment, before exhaling, sitting back on his chair.]

Well, that's just obnoxious. I can just stand up and get more, you know.

Could you? Oh that would be marvelous. Then I could have more to drink.

[Tyrion stated with an innocent sort of look on his face.]

We should order food, while we're at it.

[He hates you, Tyrion.

...No, he doesn't, but he's unimpressed. ]

Ugh. You're really not going to fuck off, are you?

I am absolutely not going to fuck off.

[Tyrion stated wryly.]

Because you are my friend, and I am concerned about your well being, you demonic bastard.

[He sighs heavily. This is such a burden to his life. Ugh, friendship. ]

Fine, you can stay and get drunk with me then. You'll probably pass out before I will.

...

Probably.

[Tyrion would apologize but - nah.]

Thank you for respecting that my ultimate tolerance is close to your supernatural one.

[Wry smirk inserted here.]

I'm going to get another bottle of wine. Don't break this one.

Only if I get half.

[Such sighing. ]

Fine. Deal. [He's getting up (unsteadily) to go grab another bottle. ]

[He smiled slowly, his mouth twisting sideways.]

Yes, go on. Get some exercise. I'll be watching to make sure if you crack your head on the floor, we get you to the infirmary.

I don't need an infirmary, I can heal myself. I can sober myself up, if I so chose to- but as you can see, I currently do not.

[Still, he gets himself two bottles, coming back to sit down. He opens one to drink out of the bottle, sliding the other across to Tyrion. ]

There. Happy?

Well no. I'm stuck here with a grumpy demon who prefers men and not a buxom young woman with a desire for dwarves. Still, this will do.

[He opens the bottle with expertise and takes a long sip, savoring the taste. Never waste a good vintage.]

I'll have you know I'll happily sleep with men, women and everything in between. I have also been a buxom young woman in the past considering I'm not technically an anything.

[Enjoy that mental image, Tyrion! Crowley takes a swig of his own bottle. ]

And I'm not grumpy, I'm annoyed. There's a subtle difference.

.... You know, I have to ask. What is everything inbetween?

[He leans his chin on his hand, grinning.] And I am surprised you never gave into the desire to test it out again, ser.

[The smile widened.] Annoyed is better than depressed.

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