Did that human actually just shoo him? He's a bloody demon, not some stray cat looking for dregs of milk.

Completely unphased by the shooing, he makes his way over to the sad little bar that the man had taken up a post behind.

"Listen, usually I'm all for the whole... you know, temptation of over-indulgence thing, but I'm really not in the mood for it." Crowley said as he leaned over the bar's countertop, practically laying on it, and started trying to rummage for any bottles below.