10991/Deals and Demons I

Deals and Demons I
Date of Scene:	05 February 2020
Location:	The Bronze, Sunnydale
Synopsis:	Crowley meets Buffy and helps people fulfil their wildest wishes. Not entirely too wild, but...
Cast of Characters:	Buffy Summers, Crowley

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Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers is hanging out at the Bronz, eyeing her sister's new boyfriend Riven whom she recently ran into at a shady midnight goth party - out in a creepy old cemetary no less, sporting a creepy tattoo and conversing with a known Vamp! What nerve! So here she is, keeping a veeeeery close eye on Riven as he dances with Dawn again, and again they're getting waaay too close for comfort. She hadn't got any info out of him the last time. But she's sure she will this time..Maybe..

Crowley has posed:
Here too, is what looks to be a middle aged, slightly overweight man with a tie, and suit on. He looks like he's selling something. Vacuum cleaners? No no, not that...books? Maybe. Mr Fergus Macleod...and he's schmoozing with the crowd. handshakes are made. Deals are verbally agreed. Crowley is working his magic. Dawn gets a nod. As does Buffy. Crowley's careful with her. But Dawn's boyfriend...oh Crowley has plans. Instead he's shaking hands with another friend. Something, something, dreams come true. Sign here, yadda yadda. No catch...

Yeah, right. Crowley's a son of a bitch demon who makes deals to further his own ends, and manages to do his thing. The words are scribbled on a table mat. Crowley pockets it. Oh, that kid wants to be famous? Crowley will make it happen. Just....given Crowley's got carte blanche, he'll pick a way said kid won't want...

Buffy Summers has posed:
The club is not just exclusively for highschool kids, but it does seem to cater for a younger crowd. More than one person notices the middle aged stiff and they chuckle amongst themselves. Dawn and Riven finish their little dance and wave to a third friend, Cassie, about to head to the pool table as they pass by him. Cassie accidently bumps into him and pauses and smiles, "Oops, sorry mister!"

Crowley has posed:
"No worries. You look like you want something" Crowley says gently, stepping back to let the kids go past. "I can make your dreams come true. So tell me. What do ye want?" he asks, his Scotitish accent coming out now. "I can make ye famous, yeah. Just tell old Fergus what you want" he says, with a slick salesman's tongue. Which is slicker. His tongue, or the hair of some of the patrons of the Bronze? Tough call.

Fergus nods to the crowd. "I can make all of ye famous, yah. C'mon, c'mon up here. Lemme make you all famous" Crowley says, arms spread wide. Part salesman. Part demon, part old time carninval barker, Crwley is doing his best to work the crowd to his own ends.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers glances down at her homework, biting her pen. Grr. Professor Strange really is quite strict, and he gives waay too much homeowork. She sighs as she busies herself with writing up another term paper, totally not paying attention to the weirdo guy who seems more at home at a freakshow fair than at a totally hip young peoples' night club.

However, Dawn and her friends seem totally entranced by the stranger and all three of them pause, peering at him. "Ohhh..Seriously? Can you make us like, win the lottery? Cuz that'd be sweet!" Cassie says.

Crowley has posed:
Crowley nods, "If that's what you three want" he says and scribbles a contract. "Sign here" he offers. he heistates when it comes to Dawn. "You don't need the lottery. Those two do" he says, with a grin. he's set the contracts by the other two, and he's sitting, waiting, watching...and he's watching Buffy. There's a drink on a nearby table he's glancing at, then he looks more at it as the drink wobbles a little, shattering on the floor. Oh great. Random drinks falling on the floor. Well then...

Crowley's well aware who the Slayer is. She fights demons and vampires after all. He's doing his best to needle the girl and tick her off

Buffy Summers has posed:
Dawn pouts, peering at the contract, "Whaa? Why cant I sign? I wanna win the lottery too.." she pouts, but her friends eagerly sign their names, "Cool! so when should we expect to see money rolling in?"

Buffy glances up briefly from her work, peering intently at contract guy. She can't hear what they're saying but she gets a bad 'vibe', call it her slayer sense or something, who knows? Then that drink suddenly falls off the table and she narrows her eyes, "Dawn, you okay over there?" she asks, raising her voice to be heard over the crowds.

"Yeah, sure, we're just hanging out with the nice teacher.." or something. Yeah right. Buffy sighs, staring down at her paper, clearly distracted. That guy doesnt seem a threat. She's too busy and tired to pay more attention at the moment.

Crowley has posed:
Pocketing the contracts, Crowley grins. "Thanks. It'll come in soon" he says with a nod, shaking their hands, wiping memories of the two contract signers. They just got left with a whole ton of cash they got no idea about. Crowley's done them dirty, so to speak as he looks to Dawn. "Because they're going to be bugged by everyone wanting money. You wouldn't want to be pressured to do things for money, would ya?" Crowley asks, moving over to Buffy's table as he peers to her. "Ya catching up on homework huh?" he asks, looking amused to the two contract signers. Obscene wealth and souls. It's a good deal when Crowley manipulates the deck to his own odds. And yeah, he's totally like a teacher.

Looking from Buffy to the rest of the crowd, Crowley laughs. "Oh I just made their dreams come true. They're filthy rich" he says gesturing to the two signers with a wave...like goodbye to your souls and lives...

Buffy Summers has posed:
Dawn pouts some more. "Buuuut I wanna be rich too! If I was rich, I wouldn't care who bugs me.." she peers at her friends, "Hey you guys will help me though right? We should share the spoils since I was the one who dragged you out here, right?" her two friends shrug and grin, "Of course! We're best buds, we gotta stick together.."

When he comes to Buffy's table, she peers more intently at him a bit warily, "Hmmm? What's it to you?" she smirks, "No offense but you do seem kinda outta place here. Making contracts with kids? Promising to make 'em rich quick? Don't you belong in a circus or something?"

Crowley has posed:
Crowley looks to Buffy, "They wanted it. I just gave them a little of what they want" he nods, looking over to the Slayer. "What's it to you, giru though?" he asks stepping back, watching the Slayer. he turns and steps back, though.

Waching Buffy for a moment, Crowley snaps his eyes to Dawn. Then back to Buffy. Shaking his head, Crwley's eyes darken at Dawn for a moment then to Buffy. "So...those two are going to be filthy rich. And what about you?" he asks.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers folds her arms, climbing to her feet, staring back at the man threateningly as she folds her arms, "Yeah, you mess with my sister, you mess with me.." if she were just an ordinary girl, she might shrug this off as just some silly prank. But she's hardly a normal girl. "Oh that's cute, messing with kids who'll eat up anything an adult tosses at 'em. What's the catch? What happens when their little 'wish' comes true? Are you like a vengeance demon or something worse?"

Crowley has posed:
Crowley just grins, arms wide. "WOuld I mess with kids? They signed a contract. It's all above board, so" he nods. "They signed on the dottted line. Would I trick them?"

Yes. Yes he would...but he's keeping that thought to himself.

"Besides. I tried. I tried to talk that girl outta signing. Vengeance demon, pfft. No lass, I'm no vengeance demon. But t's good to be king" he says with a wink. Then he steps back again with a nod. "It's real good to be king ain't it?"

King. Some sort of demon....If Buffy's smart she'll have a clue just /what/ Crowley is. The what, king of the Crossroads, will lead to the who. Crowley. Who is sat at the bar right now after talking to Buffy.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smiles, totally unconvinced that he's not some kinda evil creature. "I've got my eye on you, whoever you are. One false move and it's game over!" she makes a slitty throat motion with her hand, "And if I *ever* catch you trying to make a deal with my sister or one of her friends, then I'm gonna make sure you suffer too!" she pauses, "King? King of what, exactly..?" well, he's not exactly denying that he made some sort of contract with them, "Who ARE you?"

Crowley has posed:
With a wave, Crowley saunters out of the Bronze. he's a cocky, arrogantt, manipulative SOB. That's for sure. And....he's gone. Just....gone, like he vanished, or, or....something! Oh he'll be back, that's for sure.