I'm in the business of misery(CROW)

[CONSTANCE]

Atlantic city, New Jersey

Why on earth would death send her here? Too little old New Jersey of all places why not the Caribbean or Bahamas? Growling to herself, she walked along the crossroads and looked around to now over hear a upcoming conversation between two people, looking over she found a crossroad demon, it was female she was beautiful but honestly she could be a total bitch and no way in hell was Constance going to let another soul go to waste because of fame, fortune, sex, or any other of that psycho babble bullshit that paid demons well.

Appearing near the man, she appeared to someone that just recently died to the man that was willing to sell his soul for her, smiling at him she spoke with sudden words and the man looked towards the demon and walked away. The demon upset wailed out at the reaper and with a sudden touch, the demon was killed, presto, zapped, nothing was left of her. Turning around she reverted back to her normal state and walked along ignoring the irritating sounds of crickets, must have been mating season rolling her eyes slightly, she took the liberty of eating some real food before going to her next job.

Walking the small little dinner with a busted D only showing “Inner” she smiled a bit and remembered the good old times when she was alive, the dinner’s use to be like that with Barbara who took cared of her daughter if times were tough, she was like the best mom she could ever had. Taking a sit near the window, she looked out to see the luminescence of the sign that reflected off the window, only to sense uncertainty. Looking around, she felt an unwelcome guess and they weren’t very fond of her.

The waitress came over and gave a very uneasy smile towards Constance.”What would you like honey bunch?” giving her a small giggle with a thick heavy Texan accent. ”Some nightly pancakes and some milk, please” nodding she quickly went into the back but she never came out, something was off. Constance stood up and looked towards the door and found her unwelcomed guest.

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[CROWLEY]

The lights within the diner flickered as Crowley materialized outside the door. He could distinguish the reaper within the drab interior of the building, his irritation increasing tenfold as he scrutinized her through furious brown eyes; overhead the remaining neon letters displayed on the sign exploded in a shower of smoldering orange embers and serrated pieces of glass. His once peaceful evening had been unceremoniously interrupted by the old sod, who had chosen to foolishly intervene in his industry’s line of work. A reaper such as Constance had no business interfering with the dealing of a Crossroads demon and her meddling had caused the exchange to backfire—each and every soul made a difference in his trade and it pissed him—the king of the blooming crossroads for Christ's sake—off bloody royally.

Crowley crossed the threshold into the dingy restaurant, seating himself at the booth Constance had selected without invitation. The demon maintained the remnants of his composure, forcing a grin as he gazed unblinkingly at the woman. “Thought I’d pay my favorite reaper a surprise visit,” he said derisively, striving to control the steadily mounting anger. Procuring a glass from seemingly out of thin air, he withdrew the flask from his overcoat, pouring the succulent amber liquid into its inner recesses; the mouthwatering aroma of the scotch managing to soothe his nerves—albeit slightly. He casually sipped at the alcohol, thankful for the comfort liquor provided him, especially now. Crowley heaved a sigh of contentment, running a finger along the rim of the glass as he spoke. “Frankly, I fail to appreciate your prying in my . . . business; tad bit unwise there on your part, darling.”

[CONSTANCE]

Leaning back in her chair, she began to laugh a bit before even answering to Crowley. She had a few runs in with him and they never were the type of people to get along with each other, they normally threw each other out of windows or he would set her on fire then she could kick him in his prize jewels they did horrible things to each other but still manage to stay somewhat mutual friends and talk to each other but right now it was business and wasn’t any time to kill each other but Crowley wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

”Look I had to get your attention somehow, and if I would have called your name you would have never showed up now would ya? Any who that’s the point, how you been and what do you know about numerous omens?”

Smiling a bit before, getting her cup of coffee and pancakes. She began cutting a few pieces and stuffing them into her mouth she even gave a gesture to Crowley to see if he wanted some just show she wasn’t going to kill him after their little chic chat

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