There was a tap on the driver’s seat window of Crowley’s beloved Bentley.
Mammon stood outside, one hand on her hip, the other raised to the window. Her hair was tied back in a short plait, and she was dressed in all black, her designer sunglasses covering her flaming eyes, lest any human saw her. All in all, she didn’t look dissimilar to the demon currently sobbing into a bottle of alcohol in the driver’s seat.
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Crowley very sadly rolled the window down, leaning his head lazily out the window, his wide yellow eyes peeking out from his dark rounded sunglasses. “How’s it goin Mamm?” He asked, his words slurring.
Mammon lowered her sunglasses a bit and smirked at Crowley.
“It’ll be going a lot better once you give me some of that alcohol,” she said. “Can I come in?”
Crowley unlocked the cars doors with an audible click and lazily motioned to the passenger seat. He carried the motion to reach into the back seat, grabbing one of the many unopened bottles to give to Mammon.
Mammon went over to the other side of the car and scooted inside, gladly taking the bottle that was offered to her.
“So,” she said as she opened it lazily. “What’s got your panties in a twist? You look like you’ve had a worse day than my brother.”
Crowley took a drink from his own wine as Mammon gets into his car. He turns down the sad Queen song the Bentley had been playing on repeat. “My angel left me.”
“Cheers, I’ll drink to that, bro,” Mammon said, raising her glass to Crowley with a cackle. One look at his face, however, and her smile faltered. She sighed. “Well, can you get him back?”
Crowley shrugs lazily. Resting his head on the cool glass of the car’s window. “If he’s still upset, it’d mean I’d have to abandon Sam.” He looks over at Mammon, his glasses falling off his face. “He wanted me to choose. Him or Sam. I couldn’t chose. I can’t.”
Mammon raised her eyebrows. “And here I thought angels were supposed to be the mature ones. What kind of asshole would make you choose between them or your best friend? Even that asshole archangel Gabriel isn’t making Beezy like, choose between him or us or something. Fucking ridiculous.”
“Right? Yeah! And I tried to explain like that, but he’s all uppity about choosing sides, then gets all in a huff and flies away!” Crowley explains animatedly, using big hand gestures but not spilling any wine in the process.
“Fucking asshole. Who does he think he is?” Mammon shook her head in disgust before taking another swig of wine.
Crowley nods and takes a drink with her. “And my poor Warlock, he won’t even look at me now. Can’t blame him. He doesn’t deserve to go through this again.”
“You have a pet warlock?” Mammon gaped at Crowley before actually thinking about it. “Oh wait. That’s that kid, right?”
Crowley gave her a strange look, then nodded his head. “Yeah, a kid. I’m not keeping a person as a pet, Mammon.” He takes another drink. “Anyways, he’s like my son now. Except I think he hates me.”
Mammon shrugged. “You’re family. Of course he’s going to hate you sometimes. Doesn’t mean he can’t get over it.”
“Still hurts to see him hurt like this. Specially cause I know I could hurt him more if I try to talk to him.” Crowley rested his head against the car window and drank the rest of his bottle.
“He’ll come around eventually. Probably.” She took another swig of wine.
