Friday Night at the Park

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He sits on the bench, alone. Aziraphale is a shopkeeper, and he wasn't joking about the shop being busy. And full of so much grace...like everyone good came by to visit. It made his wings itch.

He sat quietly, absolutely not sulking, tossing treats to the ducks. He reflected on his day, the girls, the sun, the morning when he woke up with the angel. It felt like long ago, and yet, like it had never felt before. He knew he needed to be careful. The last thing a demon wanted to do was something good...even for the wrong reasons.]

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale drops down onto the bench with a sigh, looking slightly frazzled. "There was never this much business before I left. I'm so glad Marty agreed to stay on."

He looks over at the demon. "Did you enjoy your constitutional?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Quite. I met some local girls. Interesting. One is on the road to damnation, the other is a whore.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

[Obviously still flustered and distracted from his afternoon in the shop, Aziraphale smiles.] That's nice, my dear.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Yes, the damned one wanted to taste me, and I let her. She has a wonderful darkness to her. She'll make a lovely addition to hell. HEr grace is buried so deep that it will take ages to burn it free.

[He lights a cigarette and sits quietly, smoking and throwing bits to the greedy ducks]

Angel, why are they so very adamant about refuting the grace they were given? I'd like to ask Him how that is part of the ineffable Plan...that they snub his gift.

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

The pub was slow and the brothers didn't even bother to stop to see if Spike needed help. If he did, he would call. The Bada Bing was too busy and none of them felt like fighting with the crowds. Fighting...perhaps...and Kadaj could feel the slow burn of aggression permeate through each of them, the ache feeling like a deep bruise.

They would need to do something about it soon.

Deciding to head home and do what work they could on Angelus' project, their route took them by the park.

As they approached, Kadaj noticed the two men sat on a bench, the silence of the park broken by the rumble of their bikes. Every nerve tensed in alertness, spreading through all three brothers until almost of one accord, they slowed to a stop to watch the men.



[ooc- didn't want to interrupt your thread with Aziraphale. Just sizing you two up...*grin* Not looking for trouble...tonight...]

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[The roar of the bikes draws Crowley's gaze. Three boys slow, darkness oozing off of them. Crickey, I like this town. His lips pull back in a cheshire-cat grin.]

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale follows the demon's gaze and gives the trio a curious but somewhat disapproving look.] Well, they're new.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Well, I didn't bring them...

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

[ooc- get over here!]

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

*wanders from Deb's (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/209582.html?thread=7980206#t7980206) into the park, holding Anders hand*

Looks like we're not the only ones who enjoy late nights in the park, huh? *smiles up at Anders*

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Guess not. *grins and slides a little closer, wrapping an arm around Cally's shoulders* It's kinda nice.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

*cuddles into Anders' arm*

Yeah, it really is. Especially the little duck pond.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Crowley sits up from leaning on Aziraphale's shoulder to look at the two]

Ech...grace. And youth.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

So, any particular plans while we're here, or just aimless wandering?

*nibbles all along Cally's ear*

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

[Settling up against Crowley's side, Aziraphale looks at Cally and Anders.] Would you like to sit down? [He motions toward the bench, which is big enough to fit four if they sit close.]

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

*dusts off biscuit crumbs from her hands and sits down on the bench*

Thanks. *chews her lip for a second* So, obviously, we're students here. What do you two do?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*laughs a little bit self-consciously and sits down beside Cally* Well, that answered that question.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

I run the rare books shop, dear. Crowley is...visiting.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He leans forward to talk around Aziraphale] I'm on the run, poppet. I'm a bad fellow...don't let him fool you.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*eyes the bench, mildly nervous*

*looks over at Cally*

D'you want to . . . ?

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Scoots down to one end, so they can sit by Aziraphale]

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*nods uneasily, but gratefully nonetheless*

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane decided to duck out on Rory's party early and head home. She had the weekend off from work, so she had a plan: she was gonna get drunk. Very, very drunk and try to put the memory of the whole miserable week behind her.

Having taken a quick detour to the Perk, Shane had a cup of cocoa in one hand a lit cigarette in the other as she headed over to the park to sit back and unwind for a little while before going home.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Two figures sit on the bench, the dark haired one resting his head on the familiar ones shoulder. They talk in hushed tones]

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Brows furrowing as she notices a pair of people sitting on her usual bench, Shane shakes her hair out of her eyes as she steps around the end of the bench to see if she can catch a glimpse of the two people.

"Hello?" She asks tentatively. As she skirts around the edge of the bench to the front, her steps falter to a stop and she smiles.

"M-Mr. Phale? Hey," she says, smiling, though her eyes dart over to the dark-haired man sitting beside him.