[ The snowstorm is certainly the least inconvenient of all the sudden inconveniences happening over the past week, if only because Ray's lived through plenty of blizzards before and his home is certainly well-stocked enough for it not to be too miserable to weather through, but that doesn't mean company -- and alcohol -- can't still vastly improve the experience. He's in fact just beginning to pour himself a drink from the bar cart when he hears something outside, and then loud, aggressive knocking on the door.
Ugh, what now?
He tightens his robe around him to brace against the rush of cold once he opens the door, looking both confused and vaguely annoyed himself once he does. ]
What is it?! Is something the-- [ But then his eyes go to Crowley's car, parked very bizarrely in the driveway, and then to... ] Uh, what the Hell happened out here?
no subject
Ugh, what now?
He tightens his robe around him to brace against the rush of cold once he opens the door, looking both confused and vaguely annoyed himself once he does. ]
What is it?! Is something the-- [ But then his eyes go to Crowley's car, parked very bizarrely in the driveway, and then to... ] Uh, what the Hell happened out here?