“We could go to a club,” Crowley suggested. He was lying on the couch, an arm and leg draped over the side, while he’s wearing a black tank top and sweat pants, with his sunglasses and chains ofc, instead of his usual all black fit, the vest, blazer dark grey shirt, grey scarf and the shake belt around his trousers. Ever since he’d moved in, he’d been complaining about the constant quiet and boredom he felt. He’s playing with the necklaces around his neck,the chains clink as he plays with them