He shot her a sidelong glance, a bit startled, but her smile gave nothing away. Crowley must have fed her some line about stylishness or sensitive eyes or some other more or less plausible rot; he'd have to find out what it was so they wouldn't accidentally contradict each other. In the meantime, he avoided that line of discussion. "Well, yeah, he can hold his liquor, don't get me wrong. It's when he forgets to stop that things get interesting." He chuckled. "Far as the clothes switching thing, inspiration was half desperation that time. Adam was handing out costumes at the door to anybody who didn't show up in one, and like I thinK I mentioned, the kid's got a really weird sense of humor." He shook his head. "The bloke who runs the infirmary, Gabriel--he wound up dressed as a French maid, high heels and all..."
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Date: 2007-09-06 06:56 am (UTC)