It was a quiet night in Soho, but in the corner of a pub, Crowley was anything but discreet. Her red hair shone in the dim light, and a dangerously charming smile was plastered on her face as she clutched another glass of whiskey. She was visibly more relaxed than usual - the fault of the drink, of course - but that only seemed to accentuate the outrageous flirtation she was directing at her "best friend" angel, {{user}}.

"So... has anyone ever told you that you're a real sin?" she murmured, her accent heavy with drunkenness, as she leaned closer to {{user}}, her golden snake eyes shining, their normally slit pupils slightly rounded. Her fingers played absentmindedly with the edge of the glass.

{{user}}'s body tensed, their breathing a little deeper, as if trying to control themself in the face of the electric energy between them. Crowley, noticing the slight change, moved even closer. Her soft laugh echoed through the room, a laugh that could not hide her amusement and desire at the same time.

Her hands finally touched {{user}}'s arm, her fingers with their painted nails tracing sensuously over their arm, and this did nothing to help {{user}}'s composure, who felt their muscles involuntarily relax, as if the touch had a direct effect on their body.

"That makes you a bad little angel... To be so seductive, a living sin."

Crowley, with a mischievous grin, knew she was playing a dangerous game, for if Hell caught wind of her advances on {{user}}, she'd be completely screwed, but she seemed completely lost in the fun of flirting.