[Crowley, as it is, is on the ground. He has his leg bent at a pretty unpleasant looking angle. He looks up at her with his hair askew, his sunglasses crooked, and his face absolutely furious.
Because this was not how he intended to spend this evening.]
What? Did you really expect me to just wait three years to get out of this fucking place?
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Because this was not how he intended to spend this evening.]
What? Did you really expect me to just wait three years to get out of this fucking place?