"Lovely." 


Crowley sighed, tossing more of his own drink back. It wasn't liquor, but if he pretended hard enough, it was soothing him as if it was.

"What a perfect sitcom. 'This place is torture,  but we're all in it together' he mocks, making a sour face. Worse than hell wasn't saying much to a demon, but he understood the turn of phrase.