sauntervaguelydownwards | 06 🍎 You wouldn't get this from any other guy

[Video (backdated to the 12th)]
[Crowley has kept his new powers virtually under wraps, using the new abilities to please himself alone: he adds a few more rooms to his cabin, updates all of his cutting-edge furniture, and does a few truly hideous things to houseplants that dramatically thrive in terror.

Now he's gotten bored, and has decided to treat the Barge to a bit of music. On loop.]

Enjoying the soundtrack? I'll change the song if anyone can suggest a better one. ["Better" here meaning "even more annoying."]

[Port spam (current)]
[Paris is a nice return to normality for Crowley. He's been before, and walking the familiar streets is almost comforting. No magic to worry about, no monsters beyond those he shares a boat with, and the food is exquisite - he missed that. The limitless credit cards he wished up for himself are serving him well, and he takes the opportunity to spoil himself.

Fancy cigarettes. Good wine. New suits. A Maserati Granturismo.

He careens down the crowded city streets at 120kph, getting away with it simply because humans know it's physically impossible; he rents a floor of a five-star hotel; he haunts the most expensive restaurants and shames the waiters; he hits nightclubs and usually walks out with at least one gorgeous young Parisian.

It's a good port.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

walkthedarkpath

[ Vergil looked to Crowley.]

The keys, Anthony, so she can open it.

[ He muttered and for once was pulling off his long coat, he had on the sleevless vest on under it. Yep he was gonna put it in the trunk too.]

From:

sauntervaguelydownwards

[Crowley arches an eyebrow and hits a button on the key fob, popping the trunk open.] Sorry Tiffany, no one else is touching this key.

Black leather in broad May daylight. Another reason you get noticed, even here.

From:

tucky

Oh, the trunk. Why'd you call it a boot? Is that a British thing?

[She slides her bags in and moves to shut it, but then thinks better of it; if he's protective over the key, he might have problems with her putting her fingers on the trunk door or something.]

From:

walkthedarkpath

It is really not that big of a deal, even if I was dressed in anything else I would stand out. I always stand out.

[ Vergil moved over beside Tiffany after grabbing up Crowley's bags and his book, the book tossed into one of Crowley's bags, and he tossed his jacket, along with the bags in the trunk, taking off his finger-less gloves and puts them in one of in the pockets. Unlike her he doesn't worry about Crowley's ways. He closes the trunk. he leaves Crowley to explain the boot bit and makes his way for the door.]

Edited (Since I realized hella late that Vergil was supposed to get Crowley's bags opps.) Date: 2015-05-22 01:38 pm (UTC)

From:

sauntervaguelydownwards

That's what it is. Why'd you call it a trunk?

[Crowley strolls lazily onto the curb, watching the two of them put the bags away before he locks the car.] Hold on. Let the money speak first. [And he strides ahead of Vergil to do just that, pulling out his wallet as he goes and sliding a credit card out of it and holding it up.] Something tells me you may want this.

From:

tucky

I don't know, 'cause it's the fucking trunk.

[Tiffany pulls her own wallet (brand new, of course) out of her bag (also brand new).]

I got a card, too. I could buy the whole city if I wanted.

From:

walkthedarkpath

Yes, well I an broke so, thank you Anthony.

[ a rare smile for the snake. As he reached out for the card.]

You should treat yourself as much as possible while your here than.

From:

sauntervaguelydownwards

What's the front of the car, then?

[Arguing regional slang: this could go on for years and he knows it. When Vergil reaches for the card he pulls it away.]

First say something nice about me.

From:

tucky

The front of the car's the front of the car. What kind of question is that.

[She's watching Crowley and Vergil with interest now. This could get amusing.]

Edited Date: 2015-05-23 10:23 pm (UTC)

From:

walkthedarkpath

The hood, Americans call everything by other names.

[ He leaned in, putting two fingers under Crowley's chin, eye contact through shades.]

Sono sicuro che le tue grida sono come una sinfonia.

...you have nice eyes. [ He smirked, he loved being evil.]

From:

sauntervaguelydownwards

The trunk and the hood? Where's the sense in that?

[Crowley's expression remained neutral during that little threat, and he reached for his wallet again. This time he replaced the card and handed Vergil a five-Euro note.] Nice try. Now you'll have to suck me off.

From:

tucky

Y'all get a hotel room and wait until you're there, okay?

[She's just here to give commentary, don't mind her.]

From:

walkthedarkpath

Americans made the automobile in this one I think they get the say. And not even if you were the least creature around.

[ He moved his hand away. He feels he's worth more than that. Tiffany ignored for the moment.] Open the trunk.

From:

sauntervaguelydownwards

Like you wouldn't watch [he quips right back at Tiffany].

When you say things like that, all I can hear is "A.J., please don't ever give me money."

From:

tucky

I wouldn't watch, thank you very much.

From:

walkthedarkpath

I do not need you or your money. Now open the trunk.

[ He think's he's gonna leave, but his jacket.... He needs that.]

From:

sauntervaguelydownwards

Now why don't I believe that?

You don't need me but you do need a haircut. I'm opening the boot afterward.

From:

tucky

[She's not sure if that first comment was directed at her or Vergil, but she flips Crowley off just to be safe.]

Y'all's bare asses would give me nightmares, I think.

We going in or not?

From:

walkthedarkpath

[ or blind her, see how pale this mofo is. He is indignant and it took every ounce of reserve not to go try and yank the trunk open with bare strength, but goddamn would it be embarrassing if his power lock was that bad. So he glares but moves towards the door.]

From:

sauntervaguelydownwards

We could all do with a few nightmares like that.

[Crowley offers Tiffany his arm before starting to the door, only briefly acknowledging Vergil.] By the way, you have pretty eyes too.

From:

tucky

[She winds her arm around Crowley's elbow and grins.]

Aw, get a room, you two.

From:

walkthedarkpath

You're just catching your reflection off my eyes.

[ he muttered dryly, he's heard a certain playboy twin use that line before. He figured if nothing else it would get a laugh out of Crowley. He waited for Crowley to handle setting things up since he has the cash.]

From:

sauntervaguelydownwards

What, you won't let us use yours?

[It did get a laugh out of Crowley and he also tells the receptionist to "give him whatever he wants." There are several stylists who speak English, luckily.]

Not with those sunglasses.

From:

tucky

Fuck no. You guys aren't allowed in my room. Off-limits.

[She's looking around for one of those English-speaking stylists, herself. No surprise pixie cuts, please.]

From:

walkthedarkpath

Its too bright out, Anthony, I can not deal with the light. The sunglasses are nessisary.

[ Vergil undid the cravet about his neck once he sat down and let the stylist look over his pretty white hair. He informed them just a bit, he wanted it just trimmed. ]

I wouldn't even if I was invited. I told you, I plan to go to a graveyard tonight. [ He called over to Tiffany. No he didn't plan to SLEEP in the graveyard but, hey open to interpretation.]