Despite of how easily he seemed to handle the hard work that came with being the King of Hell, Crowley couldn't help but get tired of the idiotic demons that constantly surrounded him. And as if those mindless followers of his weren't enough to occupy the time he saved each day to deal with the foolishness of the people who just were not capable of understanding their direct orders, there were those Wincester boys, who always did everything in their power to screw up all the coplex schemes he tried to use. Yet Crowley knew better than to underestimate the brothers for he had seen what had happened to those, who had made that mistake.

But he really needed to find something to do for the evening to take his mind off work for just that one night.

So he went to the theatre, even bought a ticket to a first row seat and sat down with a glass of champagne to listen to the cello concert. As soon as the music started he felt some of the tention in his shoulders fade away and with a satisfied smirk he took a sip of the bubbly alchohol and let himself enjoy the feeling of calm. Because Crowley was not stupid and he knew that tomorrow he would have to find a way to put down the Wincesters and make his little prophet boy Kevin Tran a bit more cooperative than he had been.

And if on the next day the demons noticed that their master was a little less short-tempered and back to his calm calculating ways, no-one dared to mention anything for he was the King of Hell and angering him would have served to do little else besides getting themselves a quick trip back to the lowest levels of Hell.