Ch 4 In the Place Where You Left Me
Crowley had planned to rest for a millennia, but as it turned out, dreams can be just as bad as reality, so his sleep lasted just a week. The knocked over plant had done its job and the rest were still immaculate as he took the time to water them, their leaves trembling slightly.
Six shots of espresso weren't nearly enough to get through this day, but it was a start. The coffee wasn't as good at the place near his flat, but he wasn't about to go to Give me Coffee or Give me Death. He needed to keep a wide berth of the bookshop for his own sanity.
The Bentley would provide solace. At least he thought it would until Freddie Mercury took that moment to stab him in the heart with the dulcet tones of Love of my Life. He tried to simply turn it off but the blasted machine kept turning it back on.
"HE LEFT ME!" he shouted, but the car would not be cowed as easily as his plants.
In the end, the drive lasted about sixteen blocks before Crowley turned around and headed home. When he stepped out of the Bentley, he noticed the wheel well on the back passenger side had turned slightly yellow.
"Turn back this instant!" Crowley hissed, this time with a little less behind the words. He was far too tired for this.
The infernal vehicle listened this time and was black again swiftly.
Crowley wondered if walking to the park and drowning a duck would make him feel better, but even the thought put Aziraphale's voice in his head. He climbed the steps back up to his flat and tried to drown the voice out with several bottles of Whiskey.