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It was like an itch you knew you weren't supposed to scratch. A lot of things had become clearer to Jag, about himself, since he'd watched Hex's videos, and somehow, the closer it came to the time Val would be back, the more Jag wanted to give in to his 'old' habits and do something really stupid. Start a bar in a fight with an arsehole or two, and get hurt.

It was as far from healthy as he could get, he realised, and that was why he hadn't started a bar fight in over a month now. He was in a bar right now, having a pint and trying to resist the desire to walk over to the bastards in the booth right behind him. Their racist, homophobic conversation wasn't making it easy on him. He was waiting for the misogyny to make an appearance, really. He'd barely touched his pint in the last ten minutes and was gnawing on his thumb's nail, feet propped on his bar stool, one leg bouncing.

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From:

sauntereddownward

"Then why sit here? You're on edge, full of energy. You could channel that into something worthwhile," Crowley suggested. The bartender came to him and he ordered another pint, then turned to face Jag while he waited. He was dressed in a black suit with black shirt and red tie, his sunglasses on even in the dim light of the pub. His shoes were snakeskin.

From:

jageskro

"Yeah?" After taking another drink of beer, Jag tilted his head to the side to watch him, an amused challenge - amused, but lined with a definite need for pain. "And what would that be?"

From:

sauntereddownward

"What would you truly like to do right now? You should do that," Crowley replied with a sly, oily smile.

From:

jageskro

"I'd really like to go punch that wanker," Jag glanced back at the table. "But then they'd just wipe the floor with my arse, and what would be the point?"

From:

sauntereddownward

"Oh, go on. You're a bully fellow. I would wager you have a better chance than you think," he replied smoothly. He could make certain of that. "You're burning to do it. I can tell."

From:

jageskro

"What's it to y..." Jag interrupted himself as he heard another raucous laughter from that table, and then a few disparaging words about a girl he knew nothing about, but he was certain did not deserve to be called that.

From:

sauntereddownward

"Oh, I have no vested interest. I just think people should be a bit freer with indulging their urges," the demon replied. "And they're so rude. Go on...teach them a lesson, friend."

From:

jageskro

"You know what? I will," Jag retorted, for no real reason he could have pinpointed, if asked. He'd been fighting the urge for so long, however, and it felt good to finally give in, a sweet rush of yes, this feels right, no matter how wrong it actually was.

Walking over to that table and asking them whether they made such a thing out of hating poofs because they secretly wanted dick was enough for one of them to throw the first punch, and Jag fully expected to take a beating. There were three of them, after all, and one of them was big. But somehow, despite taking a few licks, they all ended up on the floor by the time the bartender managed to stop the fight.

Jag was breathing hard, his lip was split, and he could feel a bruise forming on his cheekbone. A few more parts of his anatomy hurt, where they'd landed punches, and he docilely let the bartender throw him out of the pub, grabbing his jacket on his way and frowning as he was pulled towards the exit, simply not understanding how he was the one still standing.

From:

sauntereddownward

Crowley watched the fight with a slim, tight smile. Of course the man won, it wouldn't be sporting to goad someone into a fight just so they could be beaten. No, better to have him come out of it on a high note.

As the man went outside, the demon followed. Immediately out the door he produced a cigarette the smoke curled from, though he hadn't apparently lit it.

"Now wasn't that fun?" he purred. "Don't you feel better?"

From:

jageskro

Most people might not have noticed, but Jag knew fire inside and out. There was none, and then there was the cherry of the cigarette, without an in-between flame to make it happen. His frown deepened as he looked at the other bloke. "You're like me."

The bartender insisted he move on, and Jag glared back at him before taking a few steps down the street.

From:

sauntereddownward

Crowley knew his kind and was certain beyond measure the boy was no demon. But he sensed he was special.

"Hardly," he said. "I've no idea what you're talking about."

From:

jageskro

"I'm talking about this," Jag answered as he pulled a cigarette out of his pack. He stuck it between his lips and lit it with a thought, then took a long drag on it as he kept walking down the street. "You did the same thing."

From:

sauntereddownward

"Mm, if you say so," Crowley replied. "What I'm curious about is why you'd show that to a stranger. I could be anyone, fire bug."

From:

jageskro

"You didn't like those wankers, and you can do it too," Jag answered with a shrug. It wasn't something he showed anyone, but it wasn't something he was extremely paranoid not to show, either. And right now, between what had just happened to Em, Val's prolonged absence, and the few punches the wankers in question had managed to land, it seemed to matter even less than usual.

From:

sauntereddownward

"Touche, dear boy. Touche," he replied. Crowley took a deep drag and exhaled as he spoke, the smoke rolling out of his mouth with his words.

"But I can promise you, I'm not your kind."

From:

jageskro

"What are you, then?" Jag asked, frowning over at him as they walked. He didn't much like that whole 'dear boy' thing. Maybe if the bloke had been a few decades older.

From:

sauntereddownward

"I'm Anthony J. Crowley, at your service," he said, giving the lad who but not what.

From:

jageskro

"So what are you, Tony?" Jag asked again, without offering his name for now.

From:

sauntereddownward

The demon wrinkled his nose in distaste at the nick name and took another drag.

"Isn't it more fun if you guess?" he replied evasively.

From:

jageskro

"Not really," Jag shook his head.

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sauntereddownward

Crowley smiled then, a wide toothy smile with just enough room for his pink forked tongue to flicker out.

"Do you believe in Heaven and Hell, dear boy?" he asked. You never knew these days. It wasn't like the old days when everyone believed. Now Crowley had to be creative in this increasingly secular world.