Sobering up was incredibly easy for a demon. However, for a particularly stubborn and currently distracted demon, it was in the back of his mind.

Crowley rubbed his face, before taking a swig from the bottle of wine. He’d given up on using a glass about three drinks ago. They were useless. And dumb. Why bother refilling a glass over and over when you had a perfectly sized bottle, that seemed so perfectly shaped to drink straight from? It was just a big beer bottle, really.

“...Bears,” he said abruptly, squinting. He almost surprised himself with the suddenness of the thought. “They gotta ’ave big brains, righ’? Not whale-big, but....”