It's just the power to charm

[caycep]

((Closed to Cayce, Azi, Crowley, and Ellie. Backdated to a day or two after the Bentley Babes caper.))

Cayce wasn't jealous. That much was easy enough to define; she cared for Crowley a lot, but not That Way. And notwithstanding her admission at the community Truth or Dare game, she definitely wasn't queer for Ellie either, although she certainly liked her well enough. Actually, she thought the two of them pairing up was kind of cute.

But for reasons she was still hard pressed to identify, she was a little perturbed when the two of them up and vanished from the lake party, and clearly Aziraphale was too. They'd exchanged a few half-heartedly snarky (and subtly worried) comments at the time before finally sort of shrugging it off, and Cayce had said something about coming by the tea shop later.

So now she was suiting action to the word. She sort of hoped that Crowley wouldn't be around. It'd spare everyone a touch of awkwardness.

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[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

"...could have been worse?" Ellie snorted, watching with dark amusement as Cayce turned into a human thermometer. "Uh-huh. And I bet I know what you're thinking right now and I bet it crossed his mind at least once." She grabbed a pillow and hugged it, thinking. "If Aphrodite was slick enough to get it past both Crowley and me without us noticing, there's no way she tagged you by accident. No fucking way. But he was the one who slighted her, as she'd see it, so he'd have been her primary target." She glanced at Cayce, eyebrows raised. "It was probably just the luck of the draw that things turned out the way they did." And wasn't that just a kick in the old ego...

[caycep]

"Gah." Cayce rubbed her hand over her face and sighed. She felt tremendously relieved that things hadn't gone as messy as they might have, but it seemed to be in somewhat poor taste to actually say as much, considering. "What a mess. I ... really wish I had some idea of how Crowley's going to react. But I think ... I hope he doesn't blame you."

[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

"You and me both," Ellie muttered." She heaved a deep sigh and then sat up and looked around. "I know I must have chocolate around here somewhere..."

[caycep]

Cayce chuckled. "Chocolate. Good short-term solution, anyway." She was sort of amused by the idea that a succubus was as susceptible to chocolate as a human ... but then Crowley and Aziraphale seemed partial enough to the booze, so maybe it wasn't so surprising.

"So, um, I know this is kind of ridiculous-sounding, considering ... what I am and all." Which was to say: an ordinary human with an annoying allergy-cum-neurosis. "But if there's anything I can do to help you guys, you only have to ask."

[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

Ellie smiled wryly as she dug around the miscellaneous storage boxes that served her as furniture apart from the bed, and came up with a box of gourmet truffles from some shop or other. She opened it, grabbed one and came back to plunk down on the bed again.

"What you are," she said, holding the box out to Cayce, "is a friend, and that's a pretty rare commodity where I come from. Just stick around and keep not freaking out, okay? It helps a lot." She didn't claim to speak for Crowley, but she suspected he'd say pretty much the same thing.

[caycep]

"Not freaking out I can do." Cayce picked a truffle at random. "Every now and then it hits me, just how much utterly bizarre and random stuff I've gotten used to around here. By all rights I should have gone totally off my head by now."

[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

Changing the subject was good. It gave Ellie some breathing space before she had to decide what to do next. (The option that was currently winning out in her head was to go collect a pretty blonde scalp and present it to Crowley as a souvenir, but that was why she really needed some time to think.)

"It never ceases to amaze me how well you guys manage to adapt to your circumstances in so short a time," she mused. She meant humans, of course. "You should see the shit that goes on where I come from, though. Alien invaders, pan-dimensional crises, guys in tights tearing up whole cities. And that's just on Earth, never mind the rest of reality." She shook her head. "I live there and I don't even believe half of it."

[caycep]

"It's not quite that exciting where I come from," Cayce said wryly. "Ordinary people get up to enough horrible crap on their own, as it turns out. Still, you're right ... we can get used to almost anything. A few years ago in my ... my timeline, they were saying irony was dead, and there was even this thing in the Onion—it's a satirical newspaper—about how 'Americans desperately want to care about stupid shit again.' And then a couple years later we were right back to the stupid shit."

[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

Ellie grimaced slightly, her eyes on the neat rows of candy in the box. "That's hardly unique to Americans. Or humans." She carefully picked out another chocolate. "It's mainly the distractions that make life bearable."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

A cautious knock on the door interrupted their conversation...

[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

Ellie shot Cayce a look full of dread, crammed the truffle into her mouth and swallowed it nearly whole, and got up to go look out the window.

"Um. Hi," she said uncertainly when she saw Crowley standing below.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Hi," he called back, witty as ever. "...Can I come up?"

[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

"Sure," she said, not sure to be encouraged or worried at the conspicuous absence of towering fury. "Cayce's here..."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley wasn't sure what to make of all this yet himself, but he wasn't angry with the two women who'd been used just the same as he.

"Good. I need to talk to both of you."

Making his way inside, Crowley hobbled as gracefully as possible up the ladder, relying mostly on his arms and good leg. Once he'd climbed into the room, he noticed Cayce sitting on the spot where he and Ellie had... well, it was incredibly awkward and he did not like feeling awkward.

"Hi, Cayce," he nodded. "Ellie."

[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

As was becoming her habit, Ellie quietly let out the breath she'd been holding when he made it up without breaking his neck, and smiled wanly in response.

[caycep]

Cayce's own smile was a bit thin, although she was definitely glad that Crowley didn't seem to have flown off the handle over the whole debacle. She had to assume that the conversation with Aziraphale had gone well.

"Hey Crowley," she said. "So I, uh, I guess you've been filled in, huh?"

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," he muttered. "Apparently we were all fucked over by the Greek slattern." Crowley glanced between the two women before training his sunglasses on his snakeskin shoes. "And although it turned out all right in the end, we might not have been so lucky."

He looked up. "So I have every intention of teaching her not to screw with us again. Interested?"

[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

...turned out all right in the end... Ellie felt momentarily lightheaded with relief at what that statement implied. "Count me in," she said at once, "what'd you have in mind?"

[caycep]

"Me too," Cayce said. "For whatever that's worth."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Means a lot to me," Crowley replied quietly. But it was only a brief instance of sentimentality. He was all business the next moment.

"You both know the story of Aphrodite and the golden apple, yes?"

[caycep]

Cayce frowned. "I ... yeah, I remember. That was the beauty contest, right? The apple inscribed 'For the fairest'. And whatsisname awarded it to Aphrodite and that all led to the Trojan War, right?"

[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. She totally cheated, the wench." Ellie rolled her eyes. "If I hadn't met her I'd think it was an apocryphal story, but she really is that egotistical."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"What if she can't cheat this time?" asked Crowley shortly, expecting they'd both pick up on the implications in the question.

[caycep]

Cayce raised an eyebrow. "If ... someone else beats her to it, say?"

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Oh, let's just say that it's possible that Paris could induced into preferring her daughter-in-law this round..."