video;

[unluckyinlove]

[The video feed clicks on to a young woman sitting on a barstool. Her long fuchsia hair is pulled back into a messy bun and one of her legs is crossed neatly over the other. She's wearing a simple, black outfit. The top is sleeveless, showing off a tattoo of a swan on her bicep. It's still relatively new. Her hand is idly tapping a pen against a clipboard that she's holding against her knee.]

Listen up, Port. My name is Jinx. I own Purgatory. If you don't know who I am or what that is, you're obviously new.

[She clears her throat and recrosses her legs.] Purgatory is a cabaret nightclub located in Sector Five. We recently threw a party for St Patrick's Day and I didn't even get to enjoy it. Why? Because half of my staff didn't show and they're probably all deported or dead. So, think of this as a job opportunity. We're officially hiring.

[The sorceress takes a moment to jot something down on her clipboard before she continues.]

We need hostesses, servers, chefs, and talent. Singers, dancers, musicians, people who can stand up in front of a microphone and make drunk people laugh. I don't wanna say we're desperate, but I'm a crap waitress and there's only so many times Gabriel can pull rabbits out of things before people get bored.

So, if you're interested, say the word. Talk to me now, call me later, or contact this buffoon. [She leans in, putting a hand up to her mouth as though she's whispering a secret.] He's an archangel. Make fun of him for it.

[Jinx grins, showing off a very sharp row of teeth, then shuts off the feed.]

Comments

[integrity]

Castiel told me.

[Spoiler: That is a lie.]

[ofthursday]

I did not.

[Fuck you, Crowley. 8|]

[integrity]

Cas!

[trololo]

Nice of you to join us. We're currently deeply immersed in Mary Winchester's sex life.

Also, I have a question. You may or may not know the answer, but I know of no one else more experienced.

[ofthursday]

Crowley.

I am one room away from you. You needn't have waited until I checked the NV.

[Just ignoring the sex life part.]

What is it?

[integrity]

How do angels have sex without taking out an entire city block?

[Crowley should win an award for asking this with a perfect deadpan.]

[ofthursday]

[Stare. S t a r e. Pause.]

Why do you believe I would know this?

[integrity]

Because of reasons.

[mulletrock]

Do y'mind?

My mom's sex life and my sex life ain't really up for discussion.

And Cas didn't know I boned his sister because I didn't tell him.

We had a lot more to deal with at the time and I don't blab about burying the bishop to my pals.

[momchester]

[If you've never actually heard a facepalm before, today is a new experience for you.]

If you play along, it all goes a lot smoother.

[integrity]

I don't mind, actually, but thank you for asking.

[♥]

[mulletrock]

Dude...

I don't know what I did, but if we worked together it can't be that bad.

Not unless I stabbed you.

[He might've recalling Ruby and all that happened there.]

So, lighten up.

I don't know you the only reason I have a bone to pick is 'cause you keep pissin' me off here.

[integrity]

We did work together, a long time ago. Since then, you've done nothing but attempt to destroy what I have created and be a general plague upon my life.

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Besides, the only one pissing you off is yourself. I certainly didn't invite you to watch my conversations. I'm simply talking with a friend.

[mulletrock]

When your conversations are about me an' my family it's a little hard to ignore.

[integrity]

You asinine fools are all there is to talk about because you take over everything.

You think you would be used to it by now, but I should learn to stop getting my hopes up.

[mulletrock]

How the hell d'we take over everything?

[ofthursday]

Whatever your 'reasons', they're incorrect.

[integrity]

I'm actually fairly certain they're correct.

[ofthursday]

You're wrong.

[integrity]

I'm never wrong.

[ofthursday]

Purgatory.

[integrity]

[Crowley, himself, doesn't move.

But a book slams into the back of Castiel's head.

It's Dante's Purgatorio.]

I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you over the sound of you being an obnoxious twat.

[ofthursday]

[Ow, you dick. But this is a clear victory for him anyway, so he can accept being hit with a book.]