Ooh, love (there he goes again)

[inlovewithmycar]

WHO: Crowley (inlovewithmycar) & YOU

WHAT: The Bentley has landed.

WHERE: Greenhouse, outside Casa de Gayngel, various

WHEN: Latter half of November, edging into December

WARNINGS: Gratuitous Queen lyrics ahoy. Crowley playing with the forbidden silly putty. Probably some other stuff down the line.

Starters below :3

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[inlovewithmycar]

Such a Clean Machine

Crowley can be found hanging out the backseat of his car, a heavy duty shop vacuum roaring in competition with Freddy Mercury blaring through the stereo as he excavates the detritus of the last century from the various crevices of his Bentley.

Crowley relishes in the racket he's making. Nothing more fun than being the obnoxious noisy neighbour. Moreover the car has been in dire need of a proper deep cleaning for a while, and not just the perfunctory miracle that gets rid of whatever's in Crowley's line of sight.

"That must feel better, huh?" he croons to the automobile. It is shortly followed by a surprised exclamation when he finds a ticket stub for the premiere of Death Takes a Holiday.

"How is this even in here?! I didn't even have you when - no, wait, that was 1934. Never mind."

He crumples it, and tosses it in the bin he brought from the condo.

The ticket stub is joined by scraps of various receipts, a credit card he thought he lost back in '87, post-it notes with lists of various wines wedged in crevices of the seat. Under the passenger seat is a tartan patterned tin of half-eaten shortbreads from some pre-pandemic outing he and Aziraphale took. The stale contents get tipped into the bin, but he sets aside the tin with a kind of reverence. Maybe when the weather's nicer, they'll bring it with them on a picnic.

[lupusintus]

[ What in the world is all of that noise? If not for witnessing Lestat's concert, Ethan would have been much more confused by the genre of music but it isn't the music that surprises him. It's the fact that this guy is talking to the car like it's a living, breathing thing. In fact, he briefly wonders if he's walked by some kind of forbidden tryst. It's only when he moves to walk by that he notices there is only one occupant in the car.

This man isn't talking to a person.

Different worlds, Ethan, different worlds. Maybe this is a perfectly acceptable practice in the futu-- no, it's still weird as hell. So, amidst his cleaning, Crowley will find he's collected an audience. ]

Interesting relationship you two have there.

[inlovewithmycar]

[Crowley dismisses the remark with a lofty wave of his hand.]

Don't listen to him - [Spoken reassuringly to the car, of course.] - he doesn't know what he's on about.

[The demon extracts himself from the back seat like a snake wriggling out of its den and turns off the shop vac with a click of his fingers.]

Let me hazard a guess - not a lot of automobiles from when you're from...? Give it a few decades - they'll be all the rage.

[lupusintus]

[ Ethan's tempted to ask if the car talks back or if Crowley just enjoys one-sided conversations but thinks better on it, instead taking a moment to admire it. It's a far cry from the horse-drawn carriages he's accustomed to. ]

He's not wrong. [ .. what. If he's talking to the car, he'll humor him. ] Is it sentient?

[ At the question he chuckles and shrugs. He might not be familiar with them, but he isn't blind, the craftsmanship on this horseless carriage is second to none. ]

Right on the mark. How fast does it travel?

[inlovewithmycar]

[Crowley just decides to gloss over whether his car is sentient or not. It's a complicated question and he needs about three coffees in him before he'd even think about tackling the answer.]

Fast enough. Like a bat out of Hell when I put the pedal to the metal.

[He pats the hood of a car that blazed down the narrow country lanes of Tadfield, alight with Hellfire, all the way to the end of the world that didn't.

He'd like to see a Prius pull a stunt like that.]

...You're Vanessa's American gentleman, aren't you?

[He's spitballing, but it's not like there's an excess of 19th century cowboys out and about.]

[lupusintus]

[ A fair predicament, he won't comment on it further but he will file the information away for later. Maybe he can ask Vanessa when he realizes who he is talking to. ]

Interesting choice of words. In any case, I can't ignore such fine craftsmanship when I see it, I had to pay my respects.

[ A Prius could never. Now that gets his attention, he's instantly taking a moment to review the list of names Vanessa gave him upon his arrival. Judging by the last meeting he had with one of her friends, he hasn't made the best impression. Then again, the Ethan that Dream had seen was Lucifer using his form. ]

Yes, Miss Ives and I know each other. Ethan Chandler, and you are.. ?

[inlovewithmycar]

[He does love his euphemisms.]

Ah. The infamous Ethan. Good to finally put a name to a face.

[Crowley looks infinitely unimpressed. No wonder Vanessa had needed a Girl's Night.]

Crowley. There's an Anthony and a J somewhere in front of that if you go in for that sort of thing, but it's usually just Crowley.

[lupusintus]

If I was infamous, I wouldn't be the American gentleman.

[ He manages to look amused and pleasant despite Crowley being about as unimpressed with him as he'll be with the milk bone jokes later. ]

Likewise. Mr. Crowley, then, the equally infamous man whose wit I may appreciate. According to Miss Ives.

[ Does he? It's up in the air right now, high up. ]