#firstmatefreeley

[anthony-j-crowley2]

ooc

This is for you, Kitt~

[anthony-j-crowley2]

When Crowley finally managed to get through exactly what was missing from his liquor cabinet, the grand total in losses turned out to be far greater than originally anticipated. Of course, that was to be expected. Crowley was fairly sure he hadn't seen Balthazar drunk until then, so there had to be a lot of alcohol involved in order to get him drunk.

He wrote down each bottle and the estimated price on a paper with a very official appearing letterhead on top with his initials on it. Now, standing in front of Balthazar's door, the paper was between his index and middle finger and he held it up next to his face, prepared to wave it in Balthazar's face when he opened the door.

Crowley rapped his knuckles on the door and absentmindedly tapped his foot as he waited for an answer.

[anthony-j-crowley2]

Of a feather, flock together.

Crowley snaked through the people in the club with the practiced efficiency of someone used to moving through crowds. It was evening, just about the time when crowds were actually gathering in clubs such as this one and now would be the perfect place for Crowley to participate in tempting and wiles. However, this was not a business trip. He spotted the person he was looking for in the crowd and headed towards him. Really, he liked the guy's style. His idea of laying low out of ethereal and occult sight was definitely something Crowley could respect. "You look like you're having fun, Balthazar."