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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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Well, th'other one, anyway. There's two of 'em now.
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[beat]
Four. By the way, it's four, I think. Last I heard. Although there are two that aren't Doctors of any sort who look like me, too. So, make of that what you will.
1/2
2/2
[Holds the bottle up again]
Join us?
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What are you drinking?
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[peers down into the bottle]
The Cheval Blanc's'all gone. This stuff's bloody awful, actually.
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Why not?
[and sits down on the floor]
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[Crowley leans over and rummages around beneath the tree, and after a moment produces a fresh bottle of wine which he proudly offers.]
Stashed a few. No cookies left but they were pretty awful too.
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Oh, brilliant!
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[He takes a swig from his own bottle and makes a face]
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[finds a handy corkscrew, uncorks and takes a swig then notices Crowley's face]
If that one's as awful as your face makes it seem, feel free to share this one.
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S'that better, then? Figures I'd get the dud.
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[passes the bottle over]
I still don't think I ever got your name.
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[He takes a short drink from the new bottle, then stares thoughtfully at it for a second before passing it back. Handy may find the wine, whatever it was before, has now become a rather acceptable Château Lafitte.]
An' you? D'you all go by "Doctor"?
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[takes a swig of the wine, and looks at it surprised]
That was, well that was unexpected.
[looks back at Crowley]
Well, on Earth I guess I go by John Smith. I'm not really entirely sure how much I like it, but it's been in use for a while. So.
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