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He knew the archangels where still lingering around town somewhere - but it was still something else to spy Fell sitting window side at a dingy all night diner at 3 in the morning as Crowley staggered back to his apartment after Ashterth had booted them all out for the night. His team had been celebrating a hard fought win, and had Thursday to recover from the celebration before they faced the archangels again for a double header weekend.
all good will from the night drained out of him as he walked down the side walk walk, only to turn and spot the rival teams goalie sitting oblivious with only a pane of glass separating them.
He's still not sure why he turned back to the diner entrance and stepped in.
He'd eaten at Tracey's before, but mostly because it was literally the only place in walking distance that was open 24-7 besides a macdonalds. and he was too old to be loitering at a fast food joint after last call. the food was ... edible, but cooking was definitely not the woman's calling. but she could make coffee without burning it, and the booths where actually rather comfortable.
Fell had set himself up at home in one of them, a mug of heavily creamed coffee ( actually, it was hot chocolate, but Crowley didn't know the man well enough to have guessed that yet) sat mostly forgotten at his elbow while he sat completely engrossed with a hardback book, occasionally scribbling notes in a pad next to the
"hello dearie," Tracy greeted him, always warm and kind. Like the good Mom in every child's fantasy.
"Hello Madame Tracy, nice dress tonight," he complimented, actually meaning it. Not many could pull of the eccentric patterns, but, with her, "Suits you."
"Cheek." she grinned, pull tittered her head over to what had clearly drawn him in tonight, "you're not here to start a fuss tonight, are you?"
"No ma'am, not me. scouts honor."
"I highly doubt you where ever a scout."
He gave her a cheeky grin, but the gestured to the man in the booth, still completely unaware he was being discussed. "Is it all right?"
"I expect more of you then any of that silly sports 'chirping' young man, and you know it," she warned, but stepped aside. She wasn't a big sports person, but once Crowley had started to become a familiar face, it hadn't taken long for hockey to come up in conversation, and the woman had took it upon herself to learn enough of the vocabulary to actually follow a conversation when she asked him how his night went. it was still strong though when she tried to use it back. he couldn't help the fond look from crossing his face as he gently rapped his knuckles on her shoulder as he walked pass, heading for the booth.
He made a slow show of leaning into the space of the empty booth, leaning over and waiting for Fell to notice him and catch his eye. He let his sunglasses drop down enough that when Fell did look up, he was greeted with true eye contact. "This seat taken?"
all good will from the night drained out of him as he walked down the side walk walk, only to turn and spot the rival teams goalie sitting oblivious with only a pane of glass separating them.
He's still not sure why he turned back to the diner entrance and stepped in.
He'd eaten at Tracey's before, but mostly because it was literally the only place in walking distance that was open 24-7 besides a macdonalds. and he was too old to be loitering at a fast food joint after last call. the food was ... edible, but cooking was definitely not the woman's calling. but she could make coffee without burning it, and the booths where actually rather comfortable.
Fell had set himself up at home in one of them, a mug of heavily creamed coffee ( actually, it was hot chocolate, but Crowley didn't know the man well enough to have guessed that yet) sat mostly forgotten at his elbow while he sat completely engrossed with a hardback book, occasionally scribbling notes in a pad next to the
"hello dearie," Tracy greeted him, always warm and kind. Like the good Mom in every child's fantasy.
"Hello Madame Tracy, nice dress tonight," he complimented, actually meaning it. Not many could pull of the eccentric patterns, but, with her, "Suits you."
"Cheek." she grinned, pull tittered her head over to what had clearly drawn him in tonight, "you're not here to start a fuss tonight, are you?"
"No ma'am, not me. scouts honor."
"I highly doubt you where ever a scout."
He gave her a cheeky grin, but the gestured to the man in the booth, still completely unaware he was being discussed. "Is it all right?"
"I expect more of you then any of that silly sports 'chirping' young man, and you know it," she warned, but stepped aside. She wasn't a big sports person, but once Crowley had started to become a familiar face, it hadn't taken long for hockey to come up in conversation, and the woman had took it upon herself to learn enough of the vocabulary to actually follow a conversation when she asked him how his night went. it was still strong though when she tried to use it back. he couldn't help the fond look from crossing his face as he gently rapped his knuckles on her shoulder as he walked pass, heading for the booth.
He made a slow show of leaning into the space of the empty booth, leaning over and waiting for Fell to notice him and catch his eye. He let his sunglasses drop down enough that when Fell did look up, he was greeted with true eye contact. "This seat taken?"
