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“That’s a lie, we love to help people. We help people all the time,” He explained and technically it wasn’t lying. They did help people… for a price that is. He pouted slightly for affect. “It hurts to know that every angel thinks that of us.”
Maybe he was over doing it a bit but he knew the angel wouldn’t catch on. Or at least he was almost positive he wouldn’t. Either way, Balthazar would be putty in his hands if he played his cards right and a little bubble of excitement was forming.
Crowley’s words came with a slight shock to the angel. He’d never thought demons could be nice. But now that he thought about it it sort of made sense. There were some bad angels after all so why couldn’t there be some nice demons too?
All at once Balthazar felt terrible for looking down at Crowley. For being so stubborn and threatening. “I’m sorry,” Balthazar spoke with an apologetic tone. “…I didn’t know.”
Crowley grinned at him, there was a hint of satisfaction hidden within the small twitch of his lips. He racked his brain for something else to show the blonde in front of him about the Earth and human populus. It was hard trying to think of things on the spot but maybe it would work out.
“Don’t worry about it, darling. What all do you know about human customs?” He figured he would start there, considering that if the angel went against the norms he’d draw unwanted attention.
Balthazar smiled back, happy to know the demon wasn’t angry with him.
At the questions Balthazar’s head tilted. He didn’t know human customs at all. Aside from the things that were written down by profits. And even those were outdated in this timeline. “Umm… I suppose I don’t know much. That’s one of the reasons they gave me a mission down here so I can begin to understand humans a little.”
Crowley shrugged and kept on with his instructions on dancing. “I’m curious about your kind if nothing else. Plus, you seemed totally lost and you know demons, we always love to help those without fortune,” He wasn’t sure if the angel would catch on to his sarcasm and part of him didn’t want him too.
The first step in his plan, he decided, was to make the angel thing that demons were good. It would be hard but he was sure with how naive the blonde seemed to be that he’d go along with it.
A confused frown made its way onto Balthazar’s face. Demons didn’t help people. At least that’s what he was taught. He studied Crowley’s face trying to figure out why he’d say that.
After a moment more of studying Balthazar couldn’t come up with an answer of his own so he decided it would be best to ask. “…I thought your kind was all about ripping down human souls. Not helping people.”
“That’s a lie, we love to help people. We help people all the time,” He explained and technically it wasn’t lying. They did help people… for a price that is. He pouted slightly for affect. “It hurts to know that every angel thinks that of us.”
Maybe he was over doing it a bit but he knew the angel wouldn’t catch on. Or at least he was almost positive he wouldn’t. Either way, Balthazar would be putty in his hands if he played his cards right and a little bubble of excitement was forming.
Crowley’s words came with a slight shock to the angel. He’d never thought demons could be nice. But now that he thought about it it sort of made sense. There were some bad angels after all so why couldn’t there be some nice demons too?
All at once Balthazar felt terrible for looking down at Crowley. For being so stubborn and threatening. “I’m sorry,” Balthazar spoke with an apologetic tone. “…I didn’t know.”
“Oh calm down, I’m sure half the things they tell you up there are vastly exaggerated,” He didn’t really know what they taught angels in heaven, but he knew it wasn’t good. Hell, what good was there to say about his kind anyway? He made his way to the iPod deck on his entertainment system and turned on some music, slower music than in the club.
Crowley walked back over and took hold of the angel’s hands as gently as he could. “You keep your hands here,” He put one of his shoulder. “And I hold onto this one.” He grasped his hand firmly and took hold of his waist. “All you have to do is sway, it’s simple.”
Balthazar warily followed Crowley instructions despite the fact he felt silly doing so. He awkwardly swayed to the music trying his best to copy what ever Crowley was doing. He really hoped his siblings wouldn’t just pop in to check on him. Heaven only knew how they’d react to seeing him dancing with an demon.
That’s when a puzzling thought crossed Balthazar’s mind. “…So why are you showing me around?” he asked in a questioning tone. “It’s not like you’re getting anything out of it.”
Crowley shrugged and kept on with his instructions on dancing. “I’m curious about your kind if nothing else. Plus, you seemed totally lost and you know demons, we always love to help those without fortune,” He wasn’t sure if the angel would catch on to his sarcasm and part of him didn’t want him too.
The first step in his plan, he decided, was to make the angel thing that demons were good. It would be hard but he was sure with how naive the blonde seemed to be that he’d go along with it.
A confused frown made its way onto Balthazar’s face. Demons didn’t help people. At least that’s what he was taught. He studied Crowley’s face trying to figure out why he’d say that.
After a moment more of studying Balthazar couldn’t come up with an answer of his own so he decided it would be best to ask. “…I thought your kind was all about ripping down human souls. Not helping people.”
Crowley couldn’t help but laugh at the other’s awkwardness as well. “You just move your hips to the beat. It’s very simple actually,” He decided that this type of dancing wouldn’t suit the angel at his apartment, forgetting to tell Balthazar he was going to do so. “I’ll teach you to dance here, this is my apartment.”
Balthazar tensed as realized they had moved. He sent a slight warning glare towards Crowley. “Alright, but ask before you just take me somewhere again. You still are my enemy after all. And I will smite you at the smallest sign if I think that you’re up to something.”
He wasn’t sure if being in the enemies territory was such a good idea. At least in that Wavey- or Splashy- or whatever the name of that den of iniquity was called, it had other people. Now he was simply alone with the demon. That didn’t seem like it could end well.
“Oh calm down, I’m sure half the things they tell you up there are vastly exaggerated,” He didn’t really know what they taught angels in heaven, but he knew it wasn’t good. Hell, what good was there to say about his kind anyway? He made his way to the iPod deck on his entertainment system and turned on some music, slower music than in the club.
Crowley walked back over and took hold of the angel’s hands as gently as he could. “You keep your hands here,” He put one of his shoulder. “And I hold onto this one.” He grasped his hand firmly and took hold of his waist. “All you have to do is sway, it’s simple.”
Balthazar warily followed Crowley instructions despite the fact he felt silly doing so. He awkwardly swayed to the music trying his best to copy what ever Crowley was doing. He really hoped his siblings wouldn’t just pop in to check on him. Heaven only knew how they’d react to seeing him dancing with an demon.
That’s when a puzzling thought crossed Balthazar’s mind. “…So why are you showing me around?” he asked in a questioning tone. “It’s not like you’re getting anything out of it.”
“No you won’t,” He winked and pulled him in quickly to where their faces were barely apart. “I won’t let you, besides the fact that you’re going to have a great time.”
He backed up and pulled him to the middle of the dance floor, turning back to face him and taking him by the waist. He began swaying their hips to the bass, trying to teach the angel what to do as well as he possibly could.
Balthazar stood there staring at how close Crowley’s face was. Wanting to back up, but knew there was no room to do so. His face felt unusually hot and he didn’t know why Crowley had his hand on his hips. All in all he didn’t know what was going on.
Likewise of not understanding anything around him he tried his best to keep up. Balthazar timidly swayed his hips with Crowley’s hands. ”This is just odd.” The angel couldn’t help but laugh at how awkward and out of place he felt in this situation.
Crowley couldn’t help but laugh at the other’s awkwardness as well. “You just move your hips to the beat. It’s very simple actually,” He decided that this type of dancing wouldn’t suit the angel at his apartment, forgetting to tell Balthazar he was going to do so. “I’ll teach you to dance here, this is my apartment.”
Balthazar tensed as realized they had moved. He sent a slight warning glare towards Crowley. “Alright, but ask before you just take me somewhere again. You still are my enemy after all. And I will smite you at the smallest sign if I think that you’re up to something.”
He wasn’t sure if being in the enemies territory was such a good idea. At least in that Wavey- or Splashy- or whatever the name of that den of iniquity was called, it had other people. Now he was simply alone with the demon. That didn’t seem like it could end well.
A smile crept across his face as the angel mentioned meeting the Mona Lisa, and his complete lack of knowledge of the world. “I’ll take you to all those places but first,” He stood up and held out his hand for the other. “I wanna dance, so dance with me.”
For some reason, Crowley had always loved dancing. It was when he started drinking, already on his second, that he felt the urge to be irresistible. Although he knew that Balthazar wouldn’t have any idea how to, he wanted to show the blonde exactly how to dance in the modern day.
For a moment Balthazar just stared curiously at Crowley’s hand. Dancing? As in what the other people here were doing? His gaze flickered to the humans and a sudden nervousness wash through him. Obviously his siblings would disapprove. But he did say he wanted to try everything… And technically his siblings weren’t here at the moment. Just a few minutes couldn’t hurt.
Balthazar let his eye move back to Crowley’s before he stood up and took the demons hand, “Okay… But if it gets too weird I’m leaving.”
“No you won’t,” He winked and pulled him in quickly to where their faces were barely apart. “I won’t let you, besides the fact that you’re going to have a great time.”
He backed up and pulled him to the middle of the dance floor, turning back to face him and taking him by the waist. He began swaying their hips to the bass, trying to teach the angel what to do as well as he possibly could.
Balthazar stood there staring at how close Crowley’s face was. Wanting to back up, but knew there was no room to do so. His face felt unusually hot and he didn’t know why Crowley had his hand on his hips. All in all he didn’t know what was going on.
Likewise of not understanding anything around him he tried his best to keep up. Balthazar timidly swayed his hips with Crowley’s hands. ”This is just odd.” The angel couldn’t help but laugh at how awkward and out of place he felt in this situation.
“You know, if you’d relax a little bit you’d have fun,” He spoke as their drinks came and he handed Balthazar one of them. “Drink this,” It was a fruity drink, one that you could continue drinking throughout the night without even realizing how much alcohol you’d actually ingested. He knew if he tried something stronger, the angel would spit it out and swear off alcohol forever.
He began to casually sip on his own drink, something loads stronger but still not his beloved Scotch, and eyed the dancing human’s. They stunk but some were catching his eyes. In the back of his mind he thought of more places of absolute an total wrong he could take Balthazar. A strip joint crossed his mind but that would be too much of a shock at that particular moment. “Do you have any specific places in mind for which you want to go?” He asked, glancing over his glass at him.
Balthazar stared down at his drink like it was going to bite him. Everything else in this place was alarming the drink might as well be too. But Crowley was right. He needed to relax. This was what he wanted. Sorta. So in a very cautious manner Balthazar took a sip of his drink. It wasn’t bad. It actually tasted quite nice. A small smile crept back onto his face he was glad something wasn’t horrendously immoral.
Upon Crowley’s question Balthazar shrugged. “There’s plenty of places I want to go. Like I wanna meet this Mona Lisa person and I wanna see France and London and the Northern Lights” The angel took another sip of his drink as his demeanor slipt back into his usually curious smiling self. “But other than large well known places and things I’m quite lost. My siblings and I don’t really participate in Earthy activities.” He gave a quiet laugh. “So any place is fine. With in reason of course.”
As much as he wanted to see and experience everything. There were somethings he didn’t exactly want to get into.
A smile crept across his face as the angel mentioned meeting the Mona Lisa, and his complete lack of knowledge of the world. “I’ll take you to all those places but first,” He stood up and held out his hand for the other. “I wanna dance, so dance with me.”
For some reason, Crowley had always loved dancing. It was when he started drinking, already on his second, that he felt the urge to be irresistible. Although he knew that Balthazar wouldn’t have any idea how to, he wanted to show the blonde exactly how to dance in the modern day.
For a moment Balthazar just stared curiously at Crowley’s hand. Dancing? As in what the other people here were doing? His gaze flickered to the humans and a sudden nervousness wash through him. Obviously his siblings would disapprove. But he did say he wanted to try everything… And technically his siblings weren’t here at the moment. Just a few minutes couldn’t hurt.
Balthazar let his eye move back to Crowley’s before he stood up and took the demons hand, “Okay… But if it gets too weird I’m leaving.”
