Quiet Night Just Out of Center City
Dec. 25th, 2009 01:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apple_incCrowley had driven the Bentley up to a nice spot out of the city. Now that he was free again, he was glad to be back in the seats he knew so well.
Stepping out of the Bentley, Crowley lit up a fag quietly and stared up at the green dancing lights in the sky. He breathed in the familiar smoke and chuckled to himself. Holiday Cheer ran so thick in Desai right now, he was having a hard time getting any sort of trouble started. Sure the little things helped. Instigating fights over popular toys, causing traffic problems, a little interference in cell phones. But nothing up to his desired caliber this week. It really was a shame. He had considered another radio attempt, perhaps a falsified news report to cause panic and distress.
Blame it on all that holiday spirit. Crowley just couldn't get into it.
Oh well, it would all be over after tomorrow, and New Years was Crowley's holiday for trouble. He would make up for it then.
Looking back up at the sky a smile tugged at the demon's lips. Green lights, like envy. How fitting for Christmas.
Sprawling out on the grass in his designer clothes, the demon watched the sky and let his philosophical mind ponder the important questions of the universe. Why was hell a non-smoking area? What did dolphins use those abnormally large brains of theirs? Why would you give a person free will of choice and get mad at them for using it?
Stepping out of the Bentley, Crowley lit up a fag quietly and stared up at the green dancing lights in the sky. He breathed in the familiar smoke and chuckled to himself. Holiday Cheer ran so thick in Desai right now, he was having a hard time getting any sort of trouble started. Sure the little things helped. Instigating fights over popular toys, causing traffic problems, a little interference in cell phones. But nothing up to his desired caliber this week. It really was a shame. He had considered another radio attempt, perhaps a falsified news report to cause panic and distress.
Blame it on all that holiday spirit. Crowley just couldn't get into it.
Oh well, it would all be over after tomorrow, and New Years was Crowley's holiday for trouble. He would make up for it then.
Looking back up at the sky a smile tugged at the demon's lips. Green lights, like envy. How fitting for Christmas.
Sprawling out on the grass in his designer clothes, the demon watched the sky and let his philosophical mind ponder the important questions of the universe. Why was hell a non-smoking area? What did dolphins use those abnormally large brains of theirs? Why would you give a person free will of choice and get mad at them for using it?
