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Date: October 2, 2000
Setting: Transatlantic Flight en route to N.Y.
Status: Private - John, Crowley
Summary: The boys take a road trip.



"Would you fucking settle down already?" John said in an undertone as the lady in 4-B screeched about the cargo compartment that had just flown open for no apparent reason, dumping the garish contents of her overstuffed cosmetics case on her head and spilling foundation down the front of her red dress. "The damn plane's not gonna fall out of the air, and if it did, hello, you can work miracles. Remember?"

Crowley had been none too pleased at the prospect of getting on a plane in the first place, and he'd been taking his nervousness out on the other passengers almost from the moment they'd lifted off. The flight attendants were almost in tears, several people had demanded that their seats be changed or their tickets refunded, and at least one lady had had an unexpected religious conversion when a particularly bad patch of turbulence had convinced her the jet was going down, which had in no way improved Crowley's mood.

John reflected glumly as he watched several tubes of expensive lipstick roll past him down the aisle that it was probably best he had caved and let the demon gimmick them first-class seats. Crammed into coach, things would likely have been ten times worse.

He was looking forward to seeing Zatanna again and to introducing her to his best mate, but he was seriously considering booking passage on a boat for the return trip.

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"I vote movie," John said, stretching and slouching lazily in his chair. "I get my arse kicked often enough in real life without being trounced at Monopoly." Not that he minded, really, whatever the other two wanted to do. He also wanted Crowley to feel included, but even taking into account the lopsided conversation, his friend seemed noticeably less unhappy than he'd been since the breakup. Getting him away from the Manor for a while had been a good idea, he thought, and given a couple of days for him and Zee to get used to each other, he wouldn't feel so left out.

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With a self-satisfied smirk, Crowley made a totally unnecessary but showy gesture and snapped his fingers. It was enough to get all the leftover food packed away, wash all the dishes, and put them in the cupboards where they belonged. He'd left the kitchen and dining room sparkling in a second.

Turning smoothly to Zatanna, he carefully didn't mention anything about it. "I don't have to leave right away. A movie sounds fine. You know, I've never actually played Monopoly. People know better than to get a demon involved in a land war, I guess."

He smiled, but it was a faintly sad one. On rare occasions, he'd played multi-language Scrabble with Aziraphale, but that was pretty much the extent of his board game prowess, and it was painful to think of those pleasant and easy evenings when they might never happen again.

"So, uh, what have you got?"

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Zatanna's eyes widened as she took in the empty table. She was used to things appearing and disappearing without warning, of course, among much stranger things, but she was a performer by trade and knew a flourish for effect when she saw one. "Uh. Thanks! ...Oh, heck, all sorts of things," she said after a slight pause, and gestured to the next room and the tall piece of furniture at the far end, near the televsion. "The DVD's are in that cabinet. Pick out anything you like. 'Scuse me just a minute..."

She got up and went into the kitchen, peeking into the cupboards and fridge, and was suitably impressed. She could have done the same thing, but it would have taken quite a bit more time and effort and a lot of annoying backwardspeak. Score one for Crowley...two, if you counted the fact that he'd done it without breathing any fire or reciting so much as a haiku.

She tossed a bag of popcorn in the microwave as an excuse for coming in here, wondering what the boys would decide to watch.