Rare Books Shop, Saturday

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

It's a good thing angels don't get hangovers, because Aziraphale feels stupid enough as it is. The shop is open, and there's tea and scones in the lounge (but most emphatically not a keg of beer). And the proprietor himself is about, although he's trying to make himself scarce.

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BOOKS

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

How much explanation do books really need?

LOUNGE

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

There's no beer. But the tea is really very good.

Re: LOUNGE

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

Susan came in about mid-afternoon, determined not to spend the day holed up in her flat. Remembering Mr. Azriphale's kind invitation, she set out in search of the book store, and found it after only a little negotiation.

The tea and muffins were a nice surprise, though.

Re: LOUNGE

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Coming out from the kitchen (where he was fixing the sink that Wilson had broken), Aziraphale smiles delightedly at Susan.

"Good day, my dear! I'm so pleased you could stop in. How are you adjusting things at the school?"

He pours himself a cup of tea and sits down in one of the armchairs.

Re: LOUNGE

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

"After a very bumpy start, rather well, I think." Susan took a sip of Oolong, grateful that it was available after she'd mentioned it to him. "The aides at the clinic are all such bright girls, and Dr. Wilson and Dr. House have been quite helpful. And the, uh, stranger elements are becoming more comprehensible with time." She smiled. "How has your week been?"

Re: LOUNGE

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Er...well, it's been a rather quiet week, I suppose. James-- Dr. Wilson, has been down with the flu for a bit, although he's feeling much better, so I had been looking after him. The shop has been fairly quiet, really."

Smiling over his tea, Aziraphale turns the conversation back around to Susan. "I'm pleased that everything is going well at the clinic for you. I don't really know the assistants, but James and Greg really are dears."

Re: LOUNGE

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that's right, I took his call when he informed us he was sick. He's doing better, then? I haven't seen him since Monday." Susan considered a muffin, then took a mini-poppyseed, and broke it open. "I'm not certain I would call Dr. House a dear, but I do find myself liking him. He's certainly direct enough that you can't misunderstand him in any way."

Re: LOUNGE

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Oh really, Greg's got a good soul. He just hides it well." He chuckles. "And you can ask after James personally -- he's in the kitchen. There was a small problem with the sink, but I think we've got it managed."

Taking a muffin for himself, Aziraphale says, "I know you aren't allowed to talk about your patients, my dear, so I'm not asking for personal information when I say this...but I do hope things are going well for your work here. There are...things that happen here sometimes, that I believe are difficult for some of the students. Beyond the difficulties that teenagers generally have, of course."

Re: LOUNGE

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

"I shall do that, then." Susan paused and considered that Dr. Wilson was here, fixing the sink on his day off, and wondered if he and Mr. Phale were best friends, that he'd assist in a plumbing operation, or if he simply knew more about piping.

"As for the patients-- nothing to tell yet anyway. I only have one so far," Susan knocked on the table next to her. "And while I can certainly understand if they have greater difficulties than other adolescents, at this point, all of the ones I have met have been much more blase' than *I* am. I must admit that I'm worried I shan't be able to help them if they do need it. They're forty years more sophisticated than I am."

Re: LOUNGE

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Slightly smudged with grease and carrying a wrench, Wilson wandered into the lounge from the kitchen.

"I think I've got it Belo..oh! Hello, Susan." Wilson said with a easy smile.

AZIRAPHALE

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

He'll give you butterscotches. He will not help you get drunk.

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Standing in the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest, Wilson tried to pretend he was not totally oggling the angel's jean encased legs as they stuck out from beneath the kitchen sink.

"It was beer....you know you always complain about never going out for a pint but when you do and you get drunk and enjoy yourself you spend the next day brooding worse than Angel."

Sighing and shaking his head a little, he watched the way the t-shirt Phale was wearing rode up his trim abdomen when the other man wriggled further under the counter.

"Do you even know how to use a wrench?"

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Heavens, James. What did you do to this? And of course I know how to use a wrench."

There's a clang, and then a muffled "Bugger!". And then the angel slides back out from under the sink.

"I cannot understand why you're so insistent that I fix this by hand. It's silly, really. Just fixing it would be so much easier." Aziraphale glowers up at Wilson. "And I do not brood."

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"I was trying to help clean the trap. Not my fault your kitchen isn't set up to be left hand person friendly." Wilson responded grumpilly before moving to sit up on the kitchen table, watching the other man.

"Easier but no where near as satisfying, you have to admit." Wilson said with a little poke upwards. "And besides...you are too brooding. You're brooding like a brooding...brooder."

Wilson paused and sort of made a face at himself for that but then continued.

"At this rate I'll have to borrow Sean back from Angel...but that's not the point I was trying to make. If you're going to brood then you should do some peninence like to relieve yourself of the guilt of...what is it you're feeling guilty of again... oh yes... having a beer or...ten."

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"May have been more than ten," Aziraphale mutters, scootching back under the sink. "And I'm not brooding. It was embarassing. Not to mention wrong. I let Kiki get drunk! I gave alcohol to an innocent young woman and helped her get drunk! And then Crowley, of all people, to show up at the worst possible time..."

Another clang, and another muffled curse. "Well, perhaps not the worst possible time," he murmurs.

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson coughed gently.

"Yeah...Crowley could have shown up a couple hours later. Who knew we could get such good bounce out of the couch. Anyway..."

Clearing his throat, Wilson laid his hands on the table and swung his legs lazily back and forth.

"So, Kiki got drunk. I have news for you, Aziraphale. Young mortals are going to get drunk...at least once. If for no other reason than to have the experience of it. Sometimes...they're going to get drunk more than once...sometimes the once is enough but it's important to learn who you are when you're drunk so that you don't do something too incredibly foolhardy while intoxicated. Would you have rather Kiki got drunk with a young man who would have taken advantage of her friendliness? Would have misinterpreted it for consent?"

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The angel slides back out from under the sink. "But I tempted her, James. That's not what I'm supposed to do. Crowley is supposed to try and get her drunk, and I'm supposed to try and get her to resist. That's how it works. But I did Crowley's job, and he..."

Aziraphale frowns. "Crowley did my job. Which isn't the first time, actually. We used to do that all the time."

He glowers up at Wilson one more time for good measure, although the glower doesn't have much feeling behind it. Then he looks up at the sink. "Bugger this. I don't know a bloody thing about plumbing."

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Then maybe...he isn't quite so lost as you feared." Wilson said softly.

Hopping down off the table, he walked past the angel, reaching down to cope a feel rest a supportive hand on the angel's knee as he crouched down beside the other man.

Wiggling up into the space vacated by Phale, Wilson reached for the wrench.

"Here, I'll work on it for a bit, Beloved."

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[demonbelthazor]

Once the sun had set, Bel-in-Angel's body left the school and tried to figure out what to do about this whole situation. He needed help, magical help. Around school they'd just try to blame him, and even if they were right, he didn't want to deal. So he headed to Aziraphale's, wondering if the angel could help him or point him in the right direction. And if not him, then maybe Crowley. They both knew about souls.

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale is cleaning up a bit, getting the shop ready to close -- although he does tend to keep it open well past nightfall, just in case. He looks up and smiles as Angel walks in the door.

"Good day, my dear. How are y-"

Frowning, he walks up to his guest and gives him a good looking-over. "You're not Liam. I don't suppose you'd like to tell me what's going on?"

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[demonbelthazor]

"Liam?" Bel repeated gleefully. That was Angel's real name? Sobering, he said, "Um...yeah, I'm not Angel, but this is his body. It's me, it's Bel."

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Belthazor. Yes...yes it is." Aziraphale raises an eyebrow. "What, pray tell, are you doing running about in Angel's body? And perhaps more importantly, where is Angel?"

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[demonbelthazor]

"Angel's apparently in my body," Bel said. "I don't know, I haven't seen him. But if I'm here, then he must be there. I don't know or care how this happened but I just want my own body back." He looked pleadingly at Aziraphale. "Is there anything you can do?"

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"I...I'm not certain. If you were simply possessing Angel's body, it would be easier. That I could certainly take care of. But this..."

He frowns. "Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea, and let me think about this for a moment."


[OOC: What would you like Phale to do? I've no idea what your plans call for with this plot. :)]

Re: AZIRAPHALE

[demonbelthazor]

"Tea," Bel said mournfully. "Sure."


[OOC: I'm just mainly out to RP and make people go "Huh??" so there's no need for Phale to do anything in particular except maybe pat Bel on the shoulder and say "There there, it'll be all right." ;) ]