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Date: October 5, 2000
Status: Private - Crowley and John (complete)
Setting: Central Park
Summary: The boys they go a-wilin' among the grass so green...


Three days into their trip found John and Crowley people watching from a bench in Central Park. Crowley suspected that John just didn't want him to be alone so often, but he didn't mind. It was nice to have company, even if that prevented the excesses he might otherwise have gone to, and, in fact, had over the last couple of nights.

The park was busy, full of joggers in matching track suits, bored young mothers pushing prams, and executives in suits on their lunch break busily talking on cell phones or typing on laptop computers. The demon was amused by how peoples' gazes slid away from John, and by extension him, as if they were afraid he was going to ask them for money. And the best part was that it required no expense of power. They did it of their own volition. Because there was clearly no way that a well dressed and handsome young businessman would voluntarily sit next to a scruffy middle-aged man in Central Park and so therefore it didn't happen. They weren't there, which gave them a measure of privacy in this intensely public city.

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"That one," John said around a freshly-lit cigarette, jerking his chin in the direction of a dignified older gentleman in an expensive (and very conservative) pinstripe suit who walked with an authoritative stride, carrying a briefcase, his expression seemingly fixed in a permanent sniff of disdain. "Lessee. Republican, I'll wager. Business owner mebbe, or an attorney or some such rot." He studied the man critically, taking care not to be too obvious about it. "I'll lay odds he's a Mason."