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realityshifted2008-12-29 01:30 am
exserpens.livejournal.com) wrote in realityshifted2008-12-29 01:30 am
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[Joint post] Baked angels
[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~))
[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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Ah, hey! Hei. Hey.
[And this, of course, is terribly funny.]
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[Notices the crumbs.] Was something wrong with those cookies?
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I blame the angel. [holding back laughter]
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[Picks at the cookie crumbs, frowning a little.] You did see the warning on these, right?
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The warning. Yes.
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Are you stoned, too?
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You're stoned. You are high as a kite. Or an angel, maybe.
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'Fraid we haven't any more cookies, an' the wine's atrosh- atrop- bloody awful. Care for some?
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I'll pass, thanks.
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[And he makes a face.]...That's...pretty terrible.
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[A thoughtful look crosses his face; he turns and begins to root around under the tree]
Think...aha! [And he produces another bottle of cheap wine from beneath the tree]
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Though the Cheval Blanc was a good gift. 'Spensive stuff.
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[Crowley is now fighting with the top on the new bottle. After a moment or two of fumbling he gives up and just glares at the bottle; the top obliges by popping itself.]
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