[Joint post] Baked angels

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[What started as a drunken dare has ended with Crowley and Aziraphale (the second) sitting next to the Christmas tree and giggling like a pair of schoolboys who've just turned loose the science teacher's frogs. A plate strewn with a few crumbs sits nearby.]

[Crowley is leaning back against Aziraphale, tie half undone and collar unbuttoned, a mostly empty bottle of cheap wine in one hand.] And then. And then. Do you remember, back in Athens? I interr- int'rupted your party and you...you— [pitches off into a fit of hysterical laughter]

[Aziraphale wipes his eyes under his glasses, sputtering. He's flushed, and there's a bit of a stain on one sleeve from what looks (and smells) like a spill of alcohol.] Oh He- Hev- That was a night I fear I'll never forget. Though, I didn't tell, never, I didn't tell you that, when their faces--you remember, when you came bursting through in that outfit, their faces--I nearabout had a heart attack from trying not, from laughing. From trying not to laugh.

[It takes a moment for Crowley to contain his laughter to the point where he's capable of speech again.] No no no. The best part—the best part is, I left the poor sod wand'rin' the streets. In Athens. At night. Next to naked, with fifty drachmas in his hands— [laughing again]

[And Az can't even respond; he sags against Crowley, eyes closed, laughing until he's gasping for air.]

((ooc: Backdating a little~))

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[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[one is deeply offended by anyone being so obnoxiously happy and looks at them as if they were making out in the street and he was a 40s housewife]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

—and you, you. You—

[Suddenly realizes he's looking at someone who is not, in fact, the angel]

You. Two?

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't talk to freaks!! stare.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[stares back]

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[He tries to straighten up and puts his hand on the plate, which slips out from under his hand unexpectedly enough that he ends up on his back.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[When the demon's laughter subsides again, he stares at the mostly empty bottle in his hand and then taps it lightly against the angel's arm.]

Here. S'yours.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Oh, really, you're too kind. [He takes it, inspects it, and then points it at Crowley. A jet of champagne sprays at the demon's head.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[lskfsldk Crowley is far too drunk and high for reflexes. He's hit :|]

[Instead of trying to duck out of the way and maybe lessen the damage he sort of half turns from where he's been leaning on the angel and tries to knock the bottle out of the angel's hands.]

[...this won't end well.]

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[Oops, there goes the bottle, still spraying, and hey, there's a Crowley face, and Crowley lips and yes, Aziraphale is not exactly himself at the moment because he doesn't really realize that he is kissing said lips until he is already half way towards Frenching Crowley.]

[contract_star]

[Just...staring.]

[ooc: backdated, so I guess Hei hasn't gone into PANDORA yet.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[It takes a moment between fits of laughter for the demon to realize that Hei is even standing there. When he finally does, he holds the bottle of wine up in a sort of salute.]

Ah, hey! Hei. Hey.

[And this, of course, is terribly funny.]

[contract_star]

[=_=] I didn't think...demons could even get drunk.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Ah, hello! Hei, was it? That's an odd name, really. Hei. Hei! Hei. [Lost in contemplation of Hei's weird Hei name now. Hei.]

[contract_star]

[...Sigh.] It's...not all that odd, really...

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[watches them, hands in pockets, with a faint, wistful smile on his face]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[When the drunk (and very high) demon notices, he will lift his bottle in a salute]

Hallo!

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[This would be Aziraphale doing his level best to appear presentable while still giggling.] Aha, haha--hello. Excuse me.

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[Snorts, watching them.] Oh brother, looks like Christmas 'round here's the same as Gotham.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley either clearly doesn't remember his last run-in with Harley, or doesn't care at this point. He waves the bottle of wine at her, grinning.]

Harley! Join us?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[Manages to sit up straight for half a second to greet her.] Er, hallo. This isntip. Is nottippy. I'm not usually... this way, if you und'rstandme.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[stares in amusement, wondering what he's wandered into]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[After a moment, Crowley finally realizes there's someone else there and raises his mostly empty bottle with a grin.]

Doctor! Hallo~

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[nods, lifting an eyebrow.]

Hello, yourself.

[thinks]

Although, I'm not exactly sure who 'yourself' is, but still, I'm guessing you know one of myselfs. Well, half selves. Well, never mind.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Oh, hallo! [Still giggling.] Terribribly sorry, I'm not really, you know, myself. At the moment.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'm sure. So who exactly are you at the moment, if you're not yourself?