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Friday at the Arms Hotel

Business has been slow, so he let Sue Ellen go look for John Ross...silly boy could be anywhere lost in the hotel...maybe she should start in the boiler room, near the incinerator.

The Demon has his feet propped up while he watches his new DVD boxed set of The Golden Girls and eats peppermint chocolates.

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vampire_darla, you needed ~~lunch~~ counsel?]]

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Darla returned via sewer from being patched up by James (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/546182.html?thread=21220742#t21220742), and went seeking Crowley.

Finding him, she looked at what he was watching, and shook her head. "You are an odd duck."

Looking up from the amusing antics of Bea Arthur and Betty White, he grins, "I've heard that many times, pet. How lovely to see you out of your suite."

"I've been getting out and about quite a bit lately. To my... detriment." She gestured to the holy-water burn on her face. "A little gift from one of the students."

Reflexively, he backs away...even though the holy water is long gone. "Such vile treatment of such a beautiful creature. I'm terribly sorry that happened, Darla."

Darla throws herself down into the nearest chair. "Collateral damage from my plan... by the way, I'm going to start acting very odd soon." She nods at the screen. "Odder than that."

"Odd how, pet? Not getting a soul too, are you? Brooding wouldn't suit such a lovely poppet."

She looked up at Crowley, amusement glimmering in her eyes. "But I feel so dreadful for everything I've done. Oh, Angel, only you understand the guilt and pain I feel. Hold me. Etc, etc."

He laughs deep and long, smacking his thigh. "You are a corker, Darla. What a brilliant mind. Are you really going to torment the boy so?"

Darla smiled. "That's the plan. He risked everything to try to save my diseased mortal life. How do you think he's going to feel about me with a soul -- a vampire like him, unlike anyone else in the world. He'll lap it up like honey -- or blood." She sighed. "Speaking of... I got my ass kicked rather thoroughly last night, and I can't find any of the staff. Is the kitchen serving?"

Changing the subject before mentioning that the final part of her plan was to severe Angel from his soul seemed politic, since Crowley was on record as stating he preferred the tormentable version of the vampire.

"For you, my dear, there's always a warm cuppa handy."

He grins and waves his hand across the countertop, then picks up a giant cappuccino mug and hands it to her.

"I'm sure the hunt is more enjoyable, but when one is peckish, might as well sate it immediately, yes?"

Darla takes it gratefully. "Exactly. Sometimes you don't want to work for it." She drinks. "Particularly when it is as fine as this."

"I aim to please, my dear. So tell me of your mischeif." He leans back casually, stroking his thigh with his fingertips.

Kiki comes tripping in merrily, and presents Mr. Crowley with another bag of peppermints, plunking it on the table before him.

"Hello!" she grins, and then she spies the peppermint chocolates. "You've got some already?"

She puts on a face of fake suspicion. "Who's been giving you peppermints behind my back?"

He just grins, "Jealous, pest?"

"Of course," Kiki answers blithely. "I'm really rather possessive about the people I give peppermints to," she adds, rather enjoying the alliteration.

"I can see how a candy-demon like yourself would feel that way." He smirks and offers her the box. "They were from some company wanting me to buy cases of them to lay on pillows. But I'd prefer to suck on your candies any day."

"So you should. They're very high quality," Kiki replies without missing a beat. To her credit, she actually manages to control the blush that faintly creeps in on her cheeks. "I suppose this would make me your... Sugar Mama, I believe?"

"Sugar Mama and her Pimp Smackin' Daddy. Yo." He grins and chuckles a little. "How do you like sleeping with me, brat? Do you hold me close in the dark of night?"

"Every night, all night," she replies. "You're quite schnuggly, you know. And very comforting if I have bad dreams."

"You shut your dirty little mouth! I'm in no way...schnuggly."

"Just like you're not cute? Hee!"

He sighs in exasperation. "Flash, snotling. It's pronounced flash. I'm only sweet as a confection of evil. Understand?"

"It must be a language barrier thing," she grins. "So, any plans to take that company up on the mints-on-the-pillow deal? Or would you prefer my candies on all the beds?"

"Other mints are tasty, my little witch, but I'd have your candies anywhere you'd be willing to give them to me." He leans in closer and smiles at her, reaching slowly toward her and snatching a peppermint.

"If I'm not forthcoming enough, you know, all you have to do is ask," she replies, taking one herself and popping it in her mouth.

"I wouldn't dream of it, pet. I'd hate to be rude."

"Then I guess I'll just have to keep on my toes and be sure I anticipate your candy needs in advance."

He grins and chucks her under the chin softly. "That's a good Sugar Mama."

He chuckles softly, hissing a bit, and leans back.

"Did you only come with candies to suck, or did you want something else, pest?"

"Just the candies, really, but they make a good excuse to stop in to say hello - not of course, that I need an excuse, but I think you'd be disappointed if I showed up empty-handed. I don't want you feeling neglected."

"Neglected. Quite. You know, every one of your visits sticks with me. You're quite like...like..." he reaches out and catches her chin, looking into her eyes, "...one of those diseases you pick up from women of negotiable affection."

Kiki doesn't pull away, just smiles at him. "And here I was hoping you were going to say like gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe. Peppermint flavored, naturally."

"Sure thing, brat. Gum on my shoe and a splinter in my ass. That's you." He smiles almost sweetly.

"Oh dear, you've been sitting on wood?" Kiki asks quite innocently. "How uncomfortable."

Sometime in the late afternoon, Crowley recieves a voicemail notification from his cell phone.

"Dear boy, er...James has brought a keg of beer (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/546369.html?thread=21243969#t21243969) to the shop and, we, er...I was wondering if you might like to join us. It's really quite good. Er."

[Mostly for continuity and not to be playing with myself in public...]

CJ arrives around 1:30, a bag in tow. She checks in, being as polite as she can be to Mr. Ewing, and heads up to her room to take a loooong hot shower, lay on an actual bed, and watch television.

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