A Chance Encounter || Ana & Crowley
It had been a long day in Hell; not that there were days in Hell, but there could be no doubt that Crowley had had quite enough of demons for one day. They were all in the same damned, desperate situation he was in, but they didn't have the sense to know it. He therefore found himself doing literally everything for them. And now that he had a little spare time, he thought he'd go and do a little taking care of himself.
He ended up in a bar. It was a small one, obscure, hopefully not a place where any of his subjects would find him because he really wasn't in a place to be looking after them right now. He sat down at the bar and ordered a large glass of scotch; they didn't have his brand but they had good enough for where he was. He took a long drink of it, slowly, then set the glass back down onto his bar napkin where it left a little indent into the soft white paper.