This is a Serious Place || Crowley & Faith
Getting Crowley into a car, with all the bullshit he needs to travel with, is like taking the Gosslin kids to soccer practice. He needs his phone, his backup phone. His black dog pez. The tablet with his games, the other tablet with his movies because a four hour car ride is dull as dirt and Crowley has to be entertained at all times or he starts to take a meaningful look at his life. Who wants that? All to keep his creepy ass busy so he doesn't sit up in the front cab of his 1926 Lincoln limo and bother Faith while she's driving.
Why doesn't he just I-Dream-of-Jeannie himself to Lebanon and meet her at Starbucks or something? Because he wants the attention, that's why, and it's her job to take it. This is what you get when you sign a contract with an Ewok in a tailored suit.
Driving while he bitches about his ex of the month and the drama he's created just so he's got a good story to tell. How stupid his minions are. Random junk on Youtube. Anything to cause a distraction. Doesn't make her job easy. Is there such a thing as Boss-acide?
Whatever he was reading back there must've been good because he only came pawing at the dividing window to flat-out bother her once during the ride and she's grateful for it. Faith grabs her big gulp, shoves out of the car and goes around to bang on Crowley's door with the back of her fist, "C'mon, grab your creepy stuff and let's get a move on."
