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212 Fahrenheit is the boiling point of water at sea level

[Behind the doors leading into the kitchen, ballroom, and dining room today are a secret surprise. Mostly air horns duct taped to the walls, so when the doors are opened, the horn will BLARE LOUDLY.

It turns out Crowley is a touch more upset about Jilly leaving than he's let on, and so is making everyone else suffer for of it. He might be hanging around the crime scenes, too. With earplugs in.

Just waiting for someone to accidentally trip his trap]

[[ooc: Open as an open thing, set off the horns, manage to avoid them, do whatever you wish!]]

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Don't look so morose about it, surely you don't like being cold?

Of course I don't, bloody hate winter, and you know I do.

Then drink up, a few more whiskeys and we'll try and do something about that, hm?

...Do something about what? ...The cold?

No, your blood!

[Perhaps he's already slightly tipsy, as this conversation seems to be making little sense.]

[Crowley squints, looking at his glass]

I think it'll just make my blood drunk.

No, no, no!

[He waves a hand emphatically, almost knocking over the bottle.]

Make your blood warmer, after a few drinks. Not... via drink.

[Crowley moves to catch the bottle, his frown deepening]

Nah, that's got to be bollocks. How can liquid make your blood warmer?

[He was quite sure the point hadn't been the liquor doing the warming, but he's sort of confused himself by now.]

Liquid can warm up all sorts of things - don't you own a hot water bottle?

That's boiling water that's different. [Crowley decided not to own up to owning an aforementioned hot water bottle for image's sake. He did though. In fact, he owned seven]

Whiskey isn't boiled. [To prove this point, he sloshed the glass about a bit]

[Staring at the whiskey bottle with the sort of intensity that should only be worn during a Pub Quiz picture round, Aziraphale mused for a moment.]

Do you think whiskey would taste good boiled?

[Crowley squinted]

...We could find out.

[He touches the glass and the liquid inside it begins to bubble...heat and alcohol are not a good mix, this will not end well]

[This should be an interesting experiment. Aziraphale merely leans forwards to watch.]

[Boiling, boiling]

Nothing's happening. Maybe it needs more fire...

You need to drink it, not just watch it.

[Crowley stops the burning of the whiskey and takes a sip...then frowns]

All the alcohol is gone!

[Fuck you, science!!!]

Don't talk nonsense, dear boy. It's whiskey, it's alcohol, I can see it in the glass.

[Aziraphale peers at the boiling liquid curiously.]

[The demon pushes the glass towards the angel]

Go on, try it for yourself. It's gone.

[Taking a sip of the whiskey, Aziraphale made a face.]

You're right! But where on Earth did it go?

I don't know, how am I supposed to know? It's not like it grew legs and skipped off the bloody table now, is it?

...It must be the castle. Lets try it again.

[Crowley shook his head, pouring another glass]

I'm not wasting any more whiskey. It's sacrilege already.

Maybe you should just drink a lot of tea then, nice piping hot tea.

It's not the same. You can't get tea with alcohol in it unless you make it Irish.

You know how I feel about that.

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onlyanapple - 2012-02-07 23:50 (UTC) - Expand

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