fandomtownies | Wednesday Night in The Aficianado Arms

Aziraphale is impressed, although he feels it might be a little on the onstentatious side. It is in a very attractive location, though.

"It's quite lovely, dear boy."

Come inside...I want to show you the whole thing! [He's smiling and clearly excited at showing the angel what he's been up to]

Chuckling softly, Aziraphale follows him into the hotel lobby. "It's very impressive. I imagine everything is quite comfortable."

Isn't it smashing? Look, over there is the desk where you check in...and back here...follow me, you'll like this.

[He leads Aziraphale to a room off the lobby with pocket doors that are closed.]

[Aziraphale obediently studies each thing that Crowley points out, smiling his approval. He waits patiently for the demon to reveal whatever he's hiding behind the doors.]

[He opens the doors to reveal the library he created. Dark paneling, lether and tweed furnishings, a crackling fireplace, and books. So many books.]

It's for you, angel.

Dear boy...

[He stands still in the doorway, taking everything in.]

Dear boy, it's...perfect.

Look, I even put in some poncy glass lamps for you! [He smiles enthusiastically.]

[Aziraphale laughs] So you did, my dear. And what lovely poncy glass lamps they are.

[He walks slowly around the room, touching the lamps and chairs and the spines of the books.]

You like it then? Wait til you see the next one! Come on...

[He walks through the lobby to the back, and turns a corner through a door. At the back of the ballroom is an alcove.]

You have another library? [He laughs again, the delight obvious in his voice.] Dear boy, have you fallen and hit your head?

[He leads him into a grand room, the ceiling painted a mural of clouds, angels, and cherubs.]

This is the Hall of Angels.

[If Aziraphale had been surprised at the library, he's utterly taken aback now.]

Crowley... [His voice is barely above a whisper.]

You like it? I hope so...[points]through there is the Grand Ballroom, and to the back around the corner is the Intimate Ballroom. Do you want me to show them to you? Or would you like to see the next surprise I have for you?

Next surprise? Dear boy, what have been up to these last few days?

[His smile impossibly broad--] Come on!

[He leads them into an elevator. When the doors shut he bounces slightly as they rise higher. The doors open onto an intimate hallway with two doors.]

Come on, then!

[Aziraphale laughs again, delighted by Crowley's infectious enthusiasm, and follows him down the hall.]

If I'd know how happy it would make you, my dear, I'd have suggested you buy a hotel ages ago.

I know! Imagine the possibilities, angel. Card keys that don't work...phones that work sporadically...terrible coffee...strategically messy rooms. And Michel. Oh, angel, you have to meet him. He's fantastic. He hates everyone. He's the concierge.

[He slips a card into the door and turns the handle.]

But this is what I wanted you to see. You open the door. [He moves back a bit.]

[With a look at Crowley that asks what the devil he could be up to, Aziraphale opens the door and steps inside.]

[Inside is a lovely penthouse suite decorated to what he thougth the angel would like. There's a lot of chintz. Overstuffed chairs, a tea service sits in front of a fireplace, and from where he stands he can see the edge of a carved cherrywood four poster with a Blackwatch plaid comforter.]

[He slides in behind Aziraphale, pressing against him and whispering into his ear.] Do you like it, angel?

[For a long time, Aziraphale simply stands and looks. Never, in the millenia that they'd known one another, had the demon ever given him anything so...kind, so personal. It takes the angel a very long while to figure out what to say.]

Yes, dear boy. I do. [He turns his head slightly to look over his shoulder at Crowley, eyes shining.]

Want to see mine? [His teeth shine in the dim room.]

[Aziraphale's smile is very nearly a grin.] Of course, dear boy. I would love to.

[Striding confidently across the ange's room to a door, he opens it wide. On the other side is a chic, slick room done up in black and red and white. Houseplants are on many of the tables.] Come on!

Of course it would be dreadfully modern. [His voice is light, and gives Crowley and indulgent smile. He absently caresses a leaf on one of the plants as he walks by.]

You'll live here, then? Keep me in check? I don't think Aayla's quite up to it yet. I'll have her trained up right proper soon, though. [He lights a cigarette in his own room, the smoke wisping away to no where.]

Dear boy, you didn't need to do all these things just for that. Of course I'll live here.

[The angel pauses, looking slightly embarassed.]

I, er, brought you a gift. It isn't very much, just a little...house-warming gift. [He holds out a small prettily wrapped package.]
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You got me a present? Smashing! [he presses the cigarette between his lips and takes the gift, opening it rapidly.]

You...bastard. [He smiles and laughs looking at the the peppermint tea and peppermint cookies.]

[Aziraphale raises an eyebrow, looking slightly concerned.] If you don't like them, dear boy...

I adore them, angel. Don't tell that Kiki brat, though. [He sets the package down and crosses to Aziraphale.]

I imagine you want a thank you, right? [He smirks.]

[smiles] A thank you would only be polite, dear boy.

Yeah, it would, wouldn't it?

[He walks past Aziraphale and closes the adjoining door.]

[Aziraphale turns and watches Crowley cross the room, shaking his head but laughing softly.] I do suppose I ought to be the one thanking you, my dear.

Now there's an idea. You should thank me.

[He walks up to the angel, pressing agianst him, and looking into his eyes over the tops of his glasses.]

[The angel's struggles with the Ineffability of the situation long since resolved -- or, at least, resolved since a long think over his morning tea -- he reaches up to brush a whisp of hair from Crowley's forehead, and gives him a gentle kiss.]

[The demon smiles against the angel's lips and wraps his arms around him, pulling him close.]

[ooc: *snicker* *chomps more popcorn*]

["onstentatious" *sigh*]

*double takes on his way home from an extended weekend with a "friend"*

What in the name of everlasting fuck?!

Crowley, did I call you drunk one night? The way I figure, that's the only way I would have agreed to rename the hotel.

Sebastian, my dear boy...you came to me. When you ask Crowley for a favor dearest, you can always expect it to bite you right. on. the. ass. But have faith, poppet. I'm going to make you rich beyond your wildest dreams and you won't have a worry in the world. Yesss, your time on Earth will be quite pleasant. [He smiles an incredibly unreassuring smile and offers his hand.]

((ooc:if this is all waaaay out of line, I possess the power of edit. All can be returned to before ~~the apocalypse~~ I went crazy with glee))

A friend of mine built this hotel. It was dedicated to a man he loved who ended up screwing him over. I respect this friend of mine enough to keep the hotel going in accordance to his wishes, since he entrusted it in me to do so.

This is a slight overstepping of managerial power, don't you think?

((ooc: Sorry. A little possessive of the hotel as it stands because I was party to its creation. And it is dedicated to another character of mine.))

[He smiles wider at the tone in Sebastian's voice. His own has a faint buzz like swarming bees when he speaks.]

Lovely boy...I had no idea you loved anything. I took you for a true hedonist, not letting anything touch you too deeply. Of course, I see now you aren't quite the sinner I had hoped. Except for your wrath...yesss, your wrath is delicious. Please, tell me more of how I have angered you by userping your power. Quite like a Shakespearean play, what?

((ooc: my bad all over the place. I thought Sebastian was a waay secondary character for you and you didn't want it. I'll change it, but do you want to keep up the problems between Crowley and Sebastian, because this is how Crowley would like it. To pick on Sebastian may be his new life's goal. I have to go to work soon, drop me an email at prof_cregg@hotmail and I'll try to get on at break and we can get everything worked out, kk?))

*considers, looking around at the new decor* The decoration isn't bad. I'll give you that. It can stay. The name, and the dedication are set in stone, however.

Set in stone, eh? [He presses a cigarette between his lips, but doesn't light it.]

"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains.

[He looks at Sebastian over the tops of his glasses, his eyes distinctly not human, but the red-gold sparkles and the slits of pupils are open wide. He smiles.]

We have an agreement then. [He snaps his fingers with panache and signs, letterhead, and various other materials with the name bleed and smear and return to their original form.] Do let me know if there's anything else you'd like...I can be quite innovative, you simply need the imagination and will Sebastian.

If you will excuse me, precious, I'm going to take my angel on the rest of his tour now. Why don't you go and get cleaned up...you stink of lust and wrath. It's...unbecoming. [He laughs lowly and turns on his heel.]

*rather amused look, never hearing that particular insult before*

*goes up to his room to write Frank a long and interesting letter about his happenings this week, this only one of them*

Wednesday Night in The Aficianado Arms

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