The Arms Hotel

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Crowley sits in the lobby reading The London Times. He's looking particularly flash in a Hugo Boss with a black silk shirt and an acid yellow silk tie. It goes nicely with his eyes. Hotel staff moves to and fro, but not quickly, unless, of course, they are in front of Mr. Crowley. A stack of paperwork sits on the table in front of him. He's diligently completed all of it...to his desired specifications, of course.

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[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

The door of the Arms is thrown open eagerly, and Kiki runs in, smiling, then draws up short, hesitating. Mr. Crowley was newly back - but from Hell. Would he be any different?

She approaches him slowly, and places a flat wrapped package on the counter. "I'm glad you're back, Mr. Crowley," she says, trying hard not to look too elated.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Curling his lip in disgust, he looks down at her. "The brat. No new shoes for Christmas? Ah, well. Pity, that. What do you want, witch?"

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki looks down at her feet. "No, still the same ones," Kiki answers. He seems about the same, perhaps a little more harsh, but no real difference. "I just wanted to give you this, as a welcome home present," she continues, pushing the flat, square package towards him. "Just in case you need something to cheer you up."

There is a card on top which reads, in her handwriting:

Kiki's Home Mood Improvement Kit:
(1) Remove from package and place in microwave.
(2) Microwave on high for 10 - 20 seconds.*
(3) Observe results.
(4) Feel better!

*Or incinerate using method of choice. Microwave really is the most satisfying, though.

Inside the package, there is this (http://www.a-cd.de/images/articles/2004-11-16_215614_britney_spears_greatest_pics.jpg).

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"How very...tempting...of you, pest. I'll have you on my side in no time with this kind of wicked behaviour." He grins coolly and bends at the waist to stare into her eys. Pulling his lips back farther, his tongue flicks out, nearly touching hers. "And don't you have a welcome home peck for me?"

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

It really is the old Mr. Crowley! She didn't know what she had been so worried about. She throws her arms around his neck happily and gives him a small, sweet, sincere kiss. "Oh, welcome home, Mr. Crowley! It's so good to have you back!"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Kissing her back softly, he wraps an arm around her, holding her close. "I'm delighted to be back, poppet. You know, you taste like peppermints. I could just devour you." he nearly growls the words out, then lets her go and stands up straighter. "Just...eat you up."

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki laughs merrily, thrilled to the core. "I'll have to bring you some, then," she says, "as soon as I can. Oh, did you get your Christmas presents from the shop? And Aziraphale! He must be over the moon to have you back!" Kiki's suddenly so excited she can hardly keep one train of thought on track in her head.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel entered the hotel. He saw Crowley and nodded in greeting, unsure of whether to approach because he seemed to be busy.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

He beckons Belthazor over, shooing away all other annoyances. He stretches out and grins. "Hello, dear boy. Killed Phoebe yet? Caused any unrepairable damage? Or is the honeymoon over?" He chuckles softly to himself.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel laughed a little nervously, unsure of why Crowley was suddenly acting like he had when they'd first met and figuring he was joking. "Actually, I was here to reserve a room for the two of us for New Year's Eve. I figured it would be nice to stay some place other than the dorms for a change."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"Ah, business for pleasure. Just up my alley. You'll want a suite? Or just a bed?" he neerly leers as he pulls up a screen on the computer.

[demonbelthazor]

"A nice suite would be great," Bel said, starting to get the feeling that something wasn't Quite Right.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"And you'll of course be coming to the Ball. Do you need a tux?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

At some point in a morning lets just wave chronofluidtimething and say this is back around Mondayish Wilson pulled the door open and with only a bare hesitation he walked on through.

Carrying his duffle hooked over his shoulder he walked towards the counter, he'd almost been hoping to find one of the hotel's other employees behind the desk but...why the hell should his luck turn good now?

"Good morning, Mr. Crowley." Wilson addressed the fallen one politely, remembering his promise to Phale not to antagonize Crowley. "I ah need a room probably for a week at least."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"And this has become my problem? Why don't you stay at the Shop?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

He might antagonize you...

Wilson remembered the angel's words and it looked like he was right. Wilson didn't like the question, didn't like it because any answer he gave to it would give Crowley yet more ammunition to fire at him, at Phale at all of them and he didn't want that. So instead he set his bag down and leaned on the counter.

"Not your problem. I promise to be quiet, polite to house keeping and to pay my bill. I'll pay everything up front if you'd like. Doesn't need to be anything fancy, a single is fine."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"Oh, a single. No demands for a piano this time James? No one going to tickle the ivories for you?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"No." Wilson answered with a forced sort of calm and he reached into his pocket to withdraw his billfold.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"Nothing wrong with tickling yourself, I suppose. Still, don't know that we take your class of fellow here. Why don't you go get a room at the Sin?"

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige walks in looking like she's no some sort of mission which she is.

"Crowley I was wondering if I could book a room for New Years Eve? A double."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"A double, pet? Are you planning on gaining that much weight between now and then?"

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige gives him a sarcastic smile, "it's for me and Sawyer actually."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"Ooooh, you and Sawyer. Fine. I'm entirely fine with you not desiring me anymore. Wanton, fleeting affections. Women are inconstant...the poets are right." His fingers fly over the keyboard as he speaks.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige raises an eyebrow, she'd never said she desired him had she? Of course she'd never said she didn't either.

"I'm prety sure it'd never work between us Crowley, what with you being totally evil and everything, and whole super hot touch thing." she smiles, although there's something more disturbing about him than usual.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"You have no idea what you're missing by not letting me touch you, poppet. Your Sawyer would pale in comparison. Oh well...perhaps I've lost you forever, ne'er to entertain you affections." he snorts and finishes typing. "Cash or card, dear?"