Back to the roots
E/O Drabble challenge, word: break.
Summary: We all know the times when work isn't going like it's supposed to be and all we want is some time out. Well, guess who else...
A/N: This is a wave to Chick Feed who gave me so much pleasure with her little visions of Crowley's daily routine in Hell. To everyone out there who's having a tough time at work: relax, take a deep breath and indulge yourself in a happy daydream :-)
When a roar of utmost rage filled the office of their boss, his minions ducked their heads and tried to vanish in the darkest corners. A high-pitched squealing rose and died a sudden death, just like the unfortunate cryptologist it had belonged to.
Crowley kicked his broken body, breathing fire and brimstone.
Ruddy idjits!
He really needed some quality time to calm down. With a snap he materialized in front of a well-frequented bar in Downtown Manhattan.
Ahhh.
He sniffed and smiled.
The sweet scents of envy, ambition, insecurity...
Time to break some souls, pull off a deal or two.