"For my money, it was just average incompetence."

[thesouthernpansy]

May 20th | The Smoking Room

If there was one thing he and Crowley knew how to do, wherever they went, whenever they went, it was how to order a drink (and, often, accompanying appetizers). It was already pretty obvious that they had effectively walked out of their world, like a pair of actors trooping between the curtains offstage and accidentally ending up in a janitorial closet, and it was only the immortal wisdom of the ages that prevented a true panic from setting in.

After losing the Antichrist (well, actually, they lost it about eleven years ago and only just realized), getting shot with paintball guns by a squad of management trainees, and hypnotizing a former Satanic nun, Crowley and Aziraphale are left exactly where they started - which is to say, nowhere.

No Warnings | In Progress