[The blizzard and the awful fucking lake and the randomly appearing snowman are starting to get on Crowley's nerves, and there's only so much annoyed pacing around the house he can do before Aziraphale got short with him, so he's invited himself over to Ray's for a drink.
At least he has a car, even if it's a horrible American station wagon that handles nothing like the Bentley, but at least he doesn't have to drive in the snow.
He's not expecting to see one of the snowman right in the middle of Ray's driveway, but rather than slam on the breaks, he keeps pulling in, figuring this can at least get rid of one. The dull thunk is the immediate signal that something is wrong, and that's when Crowley stops the car, hurriedly climbing out to see what the hell he hit.
Thirty seconds later, he's knocking on Ray's door, jaw clenched in annoyance.]
wildcard bitch; 12/19
At least he has a car, even if it's a horrible American station wagon that handles nothing like the Bentley, but at least he doesn't have to drive in the snow.
He's not expecting to see one of the snowman right in the middle of Ray's driveway, but rather than slam on the breaks, he keeps pulling in, figuring this can at least get rid of one. The dull thunk is the immediate signal that something is wrong, and that's when Crowley stops the car, hurriedly climbing out to see what the hell he hit.
Thirty seconds later, he's knocking on Ray's door, jaw clenched in annoyance.]
Gillette! You might wanna get out here!