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Someone within this city is going to buy me a drink. Immediately. I prefer scotch, but really, anything will do. I also require a sledgehammer. Crowbars are also acceptable.

Your generosity will be repaid tenfold in both money, good will, and the feathers that I will be tearing out of my favorite down pillow. If you so choose to remain so, anonymous donations can be dropped off at my mailbox at the post office.

Remember: generosity is a virtue, not a sin.

x Crowley.

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Angry with you, I mean -- I told him to let go the grudge.

Have a drink first.

He's an idiot. He can't understand compound sentences.

I'll be there soon.

You'll feel better after a drink. I'll be waiting.

[And, in twenty minutes, Crowley appears in the Lux with a frown.

Unhappiest demon, okay.]

[She's waiting for him -- expecting him -- with a drink in hand.]

Do you want to talk about it?

[Crowley pauses before taking the drink -- and he sips at it, with a hum of approval, as he considers her question carefully.

It takes a solid five minutes of careful thought and processing before he speaks, and the demon doesn't sound irritated or angry -- he just sounds dumbfounded.]

Is this what having friends actually means? Constant aggravation and exasperation and damaged public property? Are they supposed to be this time consuming?

[He pauses before finishing his drink, adding in an absent:]

I feel as if I should get paid for this.

[She isn't in a hurry. She allows him express himself at his leisure. As always.

She listens and adds.]

It depends on the friendship. Mona and I skipped the damaged public property step. Unless you count those CDs she borrowed from me once... [She smiles.] But pretty much.

This is worth more than a paycheck.

[He opens his mouth to argue with her, because -- please, nothing is worth more than a paycheck, figurative or otherwise, but --

He closes it slowly to truly consider that point before he looks irritated and simply sips from his glass.

Agreeing means he is officially on a road that is only going to end in something bad. Disagreeing is lying to someone who knows that he's lying.

The perfect catch 22.]

You don't have to answer.

[Elaine assures him. She already knows. Even without the obvious awkward silence.]

Would you like some truffles?

... perhaps.

[Mildly.]

Help yourself if you want one.

[She offers a plate with them.]

[he's hesitant before he takes it and divides it in half neatly with telekinesis. It's just how he eats his truffles, don't judge.]

... may I ask you something?

[He isn't polite to anyone, it says something, okay. 8|]

[She doesn't really and the Lux costumers are mostly used to weirdness.]

Of course, Crowley.

How far forward into our past and futures do you think people can arrive here from?

[It's a completely and utterly random question, but one with some amount of merit.]

I don't think there is a limit. Time there and time here is different, you know? It works that way sometimes.

[Outside of Creations.]

[A pause.]

There isn't another individual here as far ahead as I am.

I don't relish the idea of someone ruining that.

You're wary about the future -- It's understandable considering what you told me about your world circumstances.

[He's silent, for a moment or two, as he digests that.]

-- while the situation here is not ideal, the status quo is manageable. But I'm missing something.

[Crowley looks briefly irritated.]

It isn't often that I feel as if I'm missing something.

The uncertainty might make you feel that way.

[She says trying to be placating.]

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