shut up and drive!

"There it was, large as life. Right there in the street. You can't tell the difference." - Crowley from Good Omens Oh but there was a difference. [Independent Ask/RP Blog for Good Omen's Bentley, familiar to A.J. Crowley. FC: Michelle Rodriguez]

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110 m-p-h and no traffic cop to stop me.

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Snowflake shaped thingie

For every ” ✲ ” I get my muse will confess something to yours.

"Confessions, what happened to just good ol’ fashion askin’…"There’s a pause."I like jumpers, big…big jumpers that you can almost fit two people in and I don’t care how dumb I look.”

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…I’m game.

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I....

What?

[thebrazenandbold]

bentleyonfire liked for a starter

"Wait…"

“Which one of us is driving?!”

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“I swear to someone, Hot Rod! After nearly two millennium you cannot crash me!”

[solitarytype]

bentleyonfire replied to your post:✲ [ HI ]

"…I’ll make ya a cake…"

"I’m allergic to cake…sorry."

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“Well that solves two problems. For a second there I'd have to learn how ta' bake.”

She wrinkled her nose,

“How about coffee?”

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azirxphale has set a blaze!

[azirxphale]

Regardless, I doubt it does my poor heart any good.

And precisely to which fire are you referring? My bookshop on fire is certainly something I’d actively avoid, but I don’t much fancy being inside a flaming car either.

[bentleyonfirearchive-blog]

Ah that’s right. The poor dear burnt down at the same time…how poetic. I was talkin’ bout my fire, but both are really un-fun

[azirxphale]

I can assure you, nothing about it was poetic, in any sense. Regardless, lets strive to avoid any in the future, just to be safe.

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The two blokes who stopped the apocalypse?  Angel face, even I know that's not a solo dance. And I'm a demon car.

[bentleyonfirearchive-blog]

Snowflake shaped thingie

For every ” ✲ ” I get my muse will confess something to yours.

"Confessions, what happened to just good ol' fashion askin'..."There's a pause."I like jumpers, big...big jumpers that you can almost fit two people in and I don't care how dumb I look."

[chenaultlemieux-archive]

For every " ✲ " I get my muse will confess something to yours.

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"That makes...literally no sense. And I'm a talkin' car."

[ineffablyinfernal]

Christmas Music a month ago, Black Friday sales… you’re welcome.

[bentleyonfirearchive-blog]

I'm killing the radio till it's Summer, darlin'

[wq0326]

Constantine deserves to be saved and renewed! Why? Because!

[thebrazenandbold]

//Reminder that this is actually happening.

[thebrazenandbold]

[bentleyonfirearchive-blog]

azirxphale has set a blaze!

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Aw, Angel, we’d never let anything bad happen.

Save the one fire deal, that was a one time gig, sweetie.

[azirxphale]

Regardless, I doubt it does my poor heart any good.

And precisely to which fire are you referring? My bookshop on fire is certainly something I’d actively avoid, but I don’t much fancy being inside a flaming car either.

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Ah that's right. The poor dear burnt down at the same time...how poetic. I was talkin' bout my fire, but both are really un-fun

[bentleyonfirearchive-blog]

  Bentley cocked her head and looked at the bottle. She didn’t really partake in humanly things. Mostly because she didn’t need to. She liked to eat. Maybe she was more like the two of them after all. She fetched a glass pulling a chair forward with her foot and sat down, crossing one leg over the other and took the bottle and poured.

“I like Bentley. But you can call me whatever ya’ like.” she took a sip from the glass, “I am your set of wheels, darlin’. “

[thebrazenandbold]

Crowley propped his head on his hand and simply watched her. It was strange, but it was an idea he could get used to. Something worth getting used to.

"And there’s no finer set of wheels." He was mostly referring to the car, but then there was this cute woman before him and a lot of wine in his system. No he wasn’t flirting, demons don’t flirt! But his eyebrows raised and he grinned. He’d been in love with an inanimate machine for quite a few decades, by now.  And now she talked. 

… Man, this wine was really good.

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She managed a chuckle into her glass, "So you've been sayin' for decades... Not that these ol' speakers don't like hearin' it." she grinned. Eyes peering over her own sunglasses, "And yeah, I remember lots..." she reached over and flicked him in the shoulder. Not to do him any harm, but to prove a point. "Even bein' on fire, ya putz."

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[ might be flinging popcorn she's suppose to be stringing at both of them from the kitchen, she's got the worst aim because she's missing really badly ]

[He’s just grinning like an idiot because that’s adorable.]

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Stand still…! [she’s also eating some of it because she really doesn’t get the stringing opcorn thing ]

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I am holding still, gorgeous

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[ She’s grinning ] Yeah and I know you’re a sly one. [ There’s popcorn scattered everywhere. She’s not stopping… Nope it’s really just her with TERRIBLE aim ]

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[His grin widens.] Babe…

[bentleyonfirearchive-blog]

If you think you can charm me into admitting defeat, you've got another thing comin', serpent.

[essence-of-a-woman]

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azirxphale has set a blaze!

[azirxphale]

I don’t recall giving any indication that I didn’t.

[bentleyonfirearchive-blog]

Well not like ya’ to stop by and take a ride with little ol me.  It’s the pilot, ain’t it? He drives too fast for ya, sug?

[azirxphale]

You could say that. Not that I don’t trust his driving abilities, I just don’t care for his recklessness. It’s a little disconcerting. 

[bentleyonfirearchive-blog]

Aw, Angel, we'd never let anything bad happen. Save the one fire deal, that was a one time gig, sweetie.