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Hob and Crowley meeting in some random pub and drunkenly venting about their respective relationship issues not realizing how similar their situations actually are, and then running into each other again 100 some odd years later and them both just being like “Uhhh I can explain”
Does anybody else ever think about how Crowley in this scene is in public, in a smallish space, with a non-zero number of people also hanging out, and he’s basically just screaming into empty space and not one single person seems to even notice?
This is his regular bar. They are used to him. If he’s not talking to himself about how he didn’t actually mean to Fall, he just lost his balance, then he’s going up to random patrons and asking them, angrily, how they would define the word ‘fraternizing’. The first time Crowley brings Aziraphale here, after the not-end of the world, the bartender gives Aziraphale a long, long look, and then says, “So you’re real, are you? Well, I lost that bet.”
Crowley is That Guy at this bar. They love him. If Beelzebub had come for him in this bar instead of St James’s Park, the bartender and all six other patrons would have smashed whiskey bottles over Beez’s super dramatic insect cossack hat until she gave up and ran away.
#good omens #crowley has probably been a regular at whatever inn or pub or bar has been at this location since the 16th century tbh #hasn’t bothered to notice when it changes names or ownership #although he has subtly (perhaps unconsciously) ensured that it always stays an alcohol-serving establishment #when you sell the property you have a quiet word with the new proprietor about him #‘every 10 years or so he’ll change his hairstyle and pretend he’s his own nephew. he thinks you don’t recognize him. just go with it.’ #‘just… think of him as a sort of good-luck charm and don’t ask any personal questions.’ (via elsajeni)
What if it’s been in the same family over the centuries? Same name, same family, same pub. He could legitimately believe that the bartender is the same guy from a couple decades back, and the family history basically states, “Mr. Crowley is part of the aesthetic of the bar and should be treated as such. If the coins he gives happen to be much older forms of currency, pretend that you do not notice.”
Yes! Absolutely love thiss. With the times changing everything around, he has grown so accustomed to this place he doesn’t want it to change. Hell, he’s been visiting this place for centuries, who knows how old this place is and maybe, this was the place from 18th century where he got drunk and changed his name. Since then they got used to him, blabbering abt the fall and zira. Nobody really knows who he is, but they accept him nonetheless.
