fandomtownies | Sunday at the Hotel

It's still a bit of a shock when Crowley moves close to him like that. A shock in many ways but none of them are particularly unpleasant.

"No Sir," he says, shaking his head and looking up at Crowley, "I'm glad you like me, for whatever reason Sir."

Good then, pet. [His voice hisses like wasps crawling over one another.] Are you on your way to something more entertaining than me and my tedious job tonight?

"No, not really Sir, I hadn't really made plans for tonight and I wanted to get these to you," he says, gesturing towards the tin, "may i ask whyy you ask?"

I was wondering if you'd enjoy a cocktail, precious. Would you care to join me?

[[No fair collarbones!]]

"Thank you sir, that's very kind of you. I'd love to join you," Jonathan says pleased.

((mine is an evil laugh))

Brilliant.[ He leads the way through hte lobby back to The Peacock Lounge (http://pics.livejournal.com/prof_cregg/pic/0000cpxa), and steps behind the bar.] WHat's your pleasure, my dear Crane?

Jonathan follows him into the room, almost tripping over a chair because he's staring at the gorgeous ceiling.

"Vodka and tonic please Mr. Crowley," he asks, hopping onto a barstool, "the ceiling in here is beautiful."

It is quite lovely, isn't it? You know, for centuries it's been thought the eyes of the peacock's tail were windows for demons. It was bad luck to have the feathers as decor. Now...they are trendy. So much for the old superstitions. [He pours heavy for Jonathan, and for himself has a whiskey, neat.]

"It must all seem funny to you, the way humans change their minds about everything," he says sipping his drink, "Mr. Crowley can I ask you a question?"

Certainly, my little bird, ask me anythng. [He sips his whiskey and then presses a cigarette between his lips, fishing for his Zippo.]

[[And here's where I snub the new smoking ban in my state.]]

"How did you know? About me I mean. I never told you about the fear or my work with it or anything. But you knew and you knew the perfect gift for me" he asks running his fingers over the rim of his glass.

AH, my sweet little bird. I can taste it in the air as you pass by me. I can feel it in your flesh. I see it in your eyes, all the time. It's your essence, darling Crane. I can spot a kindred spirit like you wouldn't believe. My gift, I simply thought you above all others would enjoy it most. I could have given it to anyone...but I chose you.

It's exactly what Jonathan wants to hear. He smiles and continues drinking his drink, pleased that Crowley sees him as a kindred spirit. It makes him feel warm all over. He was chosen, Crowley chose him.

He nods, "I'm glad you did, I don't think anyone else could enjoy it as much as I do."

I have another, but you deserve it more than that bird. You're special Jonathan. I think you are quite the find. [He smiles and tilts his glass in a toast.]

It's slightly disheartening to hear that there could have been some one else recieving his gift. But then Crowley tells him he's special and Jonathan doesn't mind as much. It's even better now, because it was clearly a choice for Crowley, who to give it to, and he chose him.

Jonathan raises his glass in return, even happier about the gift than he was before. "I'm glad you feel that way Mr. Crowley, I know I'm happy you found me."

Pet, if you'd let me, I could teach you such thing. I've seen horrors you can only begin to imagine...but that's the key, right there. Imagination.

Jonathan thinks he has imagination. He thinks he's very imaginative.

"You could teach me? How to do what I already do... better?" he asks, "I have imagination, I know I do," he assures him eyes wide.

Of course you do, pet. Unfortunately...although I'd enjoy helping you immensely, I can't. You have a previous commitment, do you not? To Angelus?

Jonathan goes cold at the mention of Angelus. He should have told him about Crowley, he had the opportunity in the common room this evening but he didn't. Angelus kept him safe, he'd stepped between him and Sawyer and he'd promised to keep the upperclassmen from hazing him. Furthermore, Angelus had said Jonathan was like a brother to him and he was the first friend Jonathan had ever had.

But, would he really mind? Crowley, Angelus and Jonathan were all working for the same side here. And Angelus had a lot of people to help. He owned Bel now didn't he? And Crowley wanted him, wanted to teach him almost exclusively.

"Commitment? I wouldn't call it that. I mean, we're friends and I'm in his club but I didn't sign any contracts in blood or anything," he says. It's true, no one said he couldn't be taught. And this was an opportunity.

I don't think he sees it quite like that, pet. He threatened me to not play with those he considers his. However, if you don't think you belong to him...[he trails off, leaving the choice to Crane alone.]

"He doesn't own me or anything," Jonathan assures him, "I mean, he owns Belthazor but that's because his parents turned him over to him. I don't... I don't belong to him," Jonathan tells Crowley.

Angelus is busy, there's a lot going on right now and he'll be glad I'm finding some one to help me.

If you're certain, precious. [He crushes his cigarette out, and lights another.] It's nice to feel like you belong to someone, though. Don't you think?

He had been jealous when Bel's parent's had turned him over to Angelus. It would be nice really, having some one care that much.

"It probably would be," he tells Crowley, "I guess I wouldn't know."

Tell me about your grand-mama, little bird. [He leans forward on the bar, sipping his drink.]

"What do you want to know," he asks, "She fell ill and can't care for me any longer and that's why I'm at Fandom High." He isn't defensive about it, it's a lie he's told many times.

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