After a long week at work you walk into the bar. You sit on your stool in your spot. You order your drink then put you hair down and fluff it. As the bar tender sits your drink infront of you, you close your eyes.
You boss ran you harder than usual. He made you get all his copies, answer every call, run around the office giving people their files, and whatever else he wanted. But you need a promotion or else you won’t be able to afford the crappy apartment and taxi/bus fare. You open your eyes and pick up the glass. You look across the bar and see a stranger watching you. He brings his glass to his lips and tips it back drinking the liquid inside. You down the scotch you order and ask for another. While you weren’t looking that stranger came up to you.
“Hello.” He says in what you recognize as a british accent.
You look at him. Everything tells you to just ignore him. But he is so compelling. “Hi” you respond.
He smiles and sits next to you. “Tell me love, if you can have anything you want right here and now. Would you take it?”
You scoff bitterly. ” of course.”
“What If I told you I could make that happen?”
You look at him after finishing your second glass and ordering another.
“I can give you what you want. Then in 10 years, I’ll collect my half of the deal.” He smirks at you.
You shake your head. “And what would that be?”
He chuckles softly, ” your soul.”
“Ya sure.” You drink the contants of the glass.
“Tell me what you wish for tthen pet.” He coos
You think long and hard, “umm..I want, a better paying job” He chuckles and mutters sometghing under his breath than says, “well, we have to seal the deal…with a kiss.”
You look at him ,and by now you’ve down 7 or 8 scotches, you take ahold of his suit collar and pull him into you givingb him a deep sloppy kiss.
*ten years later*
You walk out your car keys in hand and head over to your new car. You’ve dreamt of owning this car since you were little and here it was. Right infront of you. You hear the sounds of dogs barking just as you push the unlock button. You think nothing of it. You open your door and climb in. You throw your bag in the bag.
“that wasn’t very nice love.” You hear a familiar voice say.
You turn and look back at the man you meet 10 years ago in a random old bar room. Your breath catches in your throat.
“Still drinking?” He asks.
You nod slightly then add, “but not for the same reasons.”
He reaches a hand up and snaps and you are back in your livingroom of the condo you bought a few years back. You feel nausious.
“Sorry, should have warned you.” He walks over to your stash of half empty bottles of alchol. “I don’t want you die.” He gesters over to a corner amd yuou turn and look at it then scream looking at the most frightening thing you’ve ever seen. “So, we are going to revise the deal. You get to keep you life and soul and everything, but, you do what I want when I want it. Meaning getting me information.”
You stare at the creature scared.
“Calm down. He won’t attack until I tell him to.” The man waves his hand like its nothing.
You look at him, “w-whats your name?”
“Oh me? I’m Crowley my dear (y/n)” he says.
Crowley….what an interesting name.
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