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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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