Crowley looks around at the venue with interest and approval. Not a proper theatre--this is the sort of homegrown place where alternative types of art thrive. She's always liked those. It's where you find the hidden talents, the secret geniuses who the mainstream overlook. (She also makes a mental note to find the artist of that poster and see if she can buy the original, as a gift for Aziraphale)
"Think I see why you wanted this production, angel," she murmurs, looking up at the poster with a wide grin. She has an arm around the angel's shoulders, and squeezes tight for a momentary embrace. "And sure, I'll be your arm candy. Introduce me. Anyone who can wear a feather boa with that much style is in my good books."
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WHOOPS didn't even realize I'd switched! Apologies!! Prose is fine by me, esp for dialogue.
Date: 2019-12-17 10:50 pm (UTC)"Think I see why you wanted this production, angel," she murmurs, looking up at the poster with a wide grin. She has an arm around the angel's shoulders, and squeezes tight for a momentary embrace. "And sure, I'll be your arm candy. Introduce me. Anyone who can wear a feather boa with that much style is in my good books."