Oh, Crowley hates this idea, too. He'd much rather go to the hotel, where the sushi and rice wine are waiting for them, suspended in animation. But they'll get there. They just have to make sure it's safe, first.
"Yeah," Crowley says, looking one last time back out at the street. "We'll go here."
He pulls open the door to the sound of a very off-key rendition of something by Britney Spears being sung by someone who clearly doesn't speak English. However, there is the smell of food, and there is alcohol and places to sit.
And no angels or demons. Not as far as Crowley can see.
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Date: 2019-08-04 01:09 am (UTC)"Yeah," Crowley says, looking one last time back out at the street. "We'll go here."
He pulls open the door to the sound of a very off-key rendition of something by Britney Spears being sung by someone who clearly doesn't speak English. However, there is the smell of food, and there is alcohol and places to sit.
And no angels or demons. Not as far as Crowley can see.