[Joint post] Baked angels

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[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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[Hei...briefly considers it, but figures that getting drunk with Crowley isn't the best idea.]

I'll pass, thanks.

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Come ooooon, I know that look. Here. [holds the bottle out again]

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[Getting at least a little buzzed is extremely tempting, what with all the shit with Diva and all... So after a moment Hei sighs and wordlessly takes the bottle and takes a swig.]

[And he makes a face.]...That's...pretty terrible.

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Isn' it? The good stuff didn' last long between the two...the. Me an' him.

[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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[Oh no.] The Twins must like you.

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Nah. Stashed it 'ere earlier.

Though the Cheval Blanc was a good gift. 'Spensive stuff.

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...And I take it you drank it already. [Takes another swig.]

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Oh yeah, long gone.

[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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[Sighs a little at the display of demonic superpowers and downs another swig. Oh to just pass out for awhile...]

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[The demon takes a couple of healthy swigs from his new bottle, then wipes his mouth with the back of his other hand and waves vaguely at a patch of ground nearby]

Siddown, will you? Makin' me nervous.

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[Stares at Crowley for a moment and then sits down, smirking.]

I think I like you better stoned.

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[Crowley grins]

I like me as well.

And you...you. You. Why.

Why don't I like you?

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[Contemplates this for a moment and takes another swig.] I'm not sure. It just sort of happened.

[A beat, then,] And I did punch you that time. But that was completely justified.

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Ah, right. Right.

...two times, wasn' it?

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[Confidently,] You deserved both of them.

...Though you were under the influence of an experiment the second time. Half-deserved.

1/2

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[Contemplating this]

2/2

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[Frowning and shaking his head]

Nah, no way. I never did anythin' t'you.

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It's not what you did to me, it's what you did to Henrietta. Remember?

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Yeah, I helped her.

[another frown]

Tried, anyway. Might'n't've worked so well.

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You hypnotized her, and then you stole Xing. Right after that thing told her she was useless.

[Another good swig. Sways just a little.]

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[Crowley has clearly hit a low in his intoxicated state—he's no longer giggling at every little thing, but is actually acting pretty mellow for the moment.]

Didn't want the bloody thing. 'Specially after...after. Well. You know.

Anyway, Henrietta shot me.

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[Sighs heavily. Hei is well known for holding a grudge for, um, a long time, but the alcohol is making him feel strangely tolerant.]

Well...what's done is done. Maybe we should move past it.

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[Crowley pauses, then slings an arm around Hei's shoulders]

'M glad we 'ad this talk.

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[Leans away from him a bit because he thinks he's trying to strangle him at first or something.]

Um...yeah. Same.

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[O ye of little faith, Hei! Crowley just sits there with his arm around Hei's shoulders, staring down at his bottle of wine.]

What'd'you get for Chrisssmas?