A Strange Little Place
While everyone knew her, Crowley certainly did not care to know everyone of lesser importance. It was likely that she’d quickly written all of their names down on a roster somewhere, of course. But generally, she did not have the time — nor did she desire to have the time — to know everyone, as long as they were in their respective places. But upon her entrance, it was clearly evident that there were many types of creatures here. All nasty things and the like — and the demon quite enjoyed it. It was a cute little rendezvous spot for all of the nightmareish creatures that she so proudly reigned over. It was also clearly evident that she was the cause of a few trembles, shakes, and nervous sweats in the place as she arrived. What better feeling than to be feared? To be respected? Absolutely none, Crowley was quite sure. Eyes flicking to an encompassing obsidian, her gaze zeroed in on the girl that so tightly held the menu to her chest. Her knuckles were turning white from strain, and the demon could not help but shoot her a toothy smile. A few prolonged moments passed by, and a clearly more experienced employee took over for the lesser one. Before she followed the leading waitress entirely, she stepped forward to the frightened vampire. “Come now, am I that frightening? You look as if you’ve just seen a ghost.” Crowley smiled at Eugine after her comment had been made. “All in good fun, Eugine,” she remarked to the soul she actually had recognized, before following the other waitress to her seat. She sat down carefully, taking a mildly interested look at the menu. “Your Royal Helliness hasn’t come to stay for long, I’m afraid. People are talking, so naturally I’ve come to see what all the fuss is about. It’s like a bloody zoo in here. I’d like a cup of coffee, poppet. Keep it black, make it hot, and addressing me as ma’am will do quite nicely.”
Though her words might’ve seemed abrupt or rude, Crowley was speaking to her considerably politely, in her own terms. The place wasn’t awful, at least this far.
Most of the times when you met a celebrity, they didn’t meet your expectations. But of course the Queen of Hell didn’t disappoint, after all there was a reason why she’d climbed from crossroad demon to royalty, and that was because she was very good at what she did. She didn’t play the game, she completely reimagined it. Faith respected her, though she wouldn’t go overboard proclaiming loyalty to anyone or anything.
People like Crowley, they were all business. Curt, to the point, their words soaked with expectation that their needs would be met and swiftly. Which was usually accurate. The coffee was obtained swiftly, and in the process several dozen of her patrons paid their bills and practically fleed.
By the time she reached Crowley with the cup, there were only the staff, a ghost, and a banshee remaining. “I do hope you’re a good tipper, ma’am,” she said with friendly playfullness to her tone, eyes following empty booths. “Seeing as you seem to have cleared my establishment rather fast.”
