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Spike's Pub - Open 12/9

It's a clear and cold night. Coming in and stomping off the snow, the brothers put the pub to order for the night, getting it ready for the customers.

On the jukebox VNV Nation can be heard blaring out of the speakers. The sign flickered on to OPEN.

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Allison might not be sharing the password to the supply room with him, she couldn't hold this much from him. Yazoo and his brothers. They knew trouble, something Allison had felt without having to hear it out loud. The kind of trouble O'Malley liked. He moved right up to the bar, ignoring anyone around them.

Seeing Tex come in, Yazoo had her whiskey waiting on her. "Hey."

O'Malley looked down at the glass, but didn't move to take off his helmet. When he spoke, his voice was than Tex' normally was. "I have a business proposition for you."

Oooookay. Yazoo left the glass and leaned on the bar. The fact that Tex hadn't removed her helmet wasn't lost on him. He tilted his head. "I'm listening."

"Somewhere private, without these fools listening," O'Malley motioned around him.

Looking over at Kadaj, his brother took his place at the bar and Yazoo motioned for Tex to follow. "Store room," he said.

The door swung open and he flipped on the light, walking in and standing with his back to the left wall, he waited for Tex to come in before he shut the door.

"They annoy you too, don't they?" O'Malley asked as soon as the door was closed. "They're pitiful, not worth the air they're breathing. Like leeches that you have to pull off and stomp into the ground!"

It took a moment for Yazoo to realize who Tex was referring to. Only because this was a bit uncharacteristic for her to be talking this way. Not that she didn't have a healthy dose of disregard for most of humanity but this? A little over the edge. Maybe she'd been drinking already.

"Of course they do," Yazoo responded carefully. "They're weak and useless."

O'Malley laughed. "Yes! I knew you'd understand. We can crush them. Destroy them all and take over the universe. We'll eat them for breakfast and for lunch we're having lobster!"

"We can?" Yazoo felt like he stepped right off into someplace he was unprepared to go.

"As soon as Allison gives me the password. Grenades, energy swords, that pretty gunblade you made her. All for the taking and we can blow them all up in little crispy pieces," O'Malley said excited and moved closer to Yazoo. "We can do it together, your brothers and I."

Ooookay. Something was definitely wrong here - not that the idea wasn't tempting...

Yazoo smiled and nodded. "I'd have to talk to Kadaj and Loz. They have to be on board before we say anything final."

"Good good, you talk to them now. We shouldn't waste our time here. The sooner we gather our forces, the quicker we can destroy them all. The end of the universe is nigh because we'll be bringing it," O'Malley laughed again and moved excitedly around the room. "Now where to begin? With that doggie mayor or that ball of rubber. Too bad Allison didn't get any nukes. Never mind. More blood is always a lot more enjoyable."

"Tex, I can't talk to them now," Yazoo said in an as agreeable tone as he could. "There are people out there that might overhear and you don't want that. I'll talk to them tonight when we go home, no one will over hear us that way."

"No, that would be bad. It's so much more fun to catch them unaware. We'll make them presents with a bomb inside!" O'Malley laughed at the idea. "Don't worry, I'll get that password tomorrow. And wrapping paper for the presents."

"Good...good," Yazoo nodded. "Keep proceeding and as soon as I know something...I'll stop by." Now he just needed to figure out what the hell to do. Whoever this was, it wasn't Tex, he didn't think.

"Don't wait too long or you'll miss all the bloody fun!" O'Malley laughed maniacally and moved towards the door. "Let's paint the town red. Red with blood and itsy bitsy pieces of bones which would be white. Red with white speckles!"

There was enthusiastic then there was...Tex. Yazoo laughed along with her on the way out of the closet even though he was seriously confused. This wasn't like Tex at all and it presented a serious conflict.

The chance for mayhem and chaos versus Tex. The problem? Yazoo liked Tex. And this? This was not her. "I promise. I won't wait too long," he said lightly.

"Good good, I have redecorating to do. Allison has such bad taste," O'Malley announced cheerfully and still laughing, headed towards the door.

Going back behind the bar, Yazoo stared at Tex's drink. He picked it up and downed it quickly. What the fuck was he supposed to do now?

The door opens, letting a brief breeze of cold air into the pub, and Aziraphale and House head inside, bundled in heavy coats and scarves.

Turning to the doctor as he's unbuttoning his coat, Aziraphale asks, "Which would be better, the bar or a booth?"

"Either would be fine. I guess I prefer the bar." House juggled his cane to get his coat off, eyes shifting to take in the atmosphere of the pub.

"The bar it is, then!"

He helps House off with his coat, hanging it beside his own, and then gives him a bright smile and heads for stools at the bar, smiling at Yazoo as he does.

Nodding, Yazoo went over to the two and leaned on the bar. "Shots tonight?" he asked with a smile.

House glances at Aziraphale. He hadn't said he wasn't drinking at all. Just that he was trying not to. What could it hurt, in a social setting such as this? Really, why go to a pub if not to drink?

"Scotch, on the rocks." he says, looking at Yazoo.

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