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Mauvaise Chance RoofTop - Late Thursday Night

After visiting for a while with Phoebe down at Caritas, Phale and Wilson headed back to the apartment, spiritedly debating the merits of call in radio programs. In an effort to ~~save himself from sleeping on the couch~~ appease the 'Sound of Nuns' hating angel, Wilson offered a good wing preen and after just a wee bit of coaxing, Phale agreed.

After all, it had been awhile since he'd had a corporal body and he could do with a good stretch and preening of the luminescent feathers.

Deciding to take advantage of the warm night, Wilson packed a small cooler with a few beers, plucked the special feather oil from a small bag Phale had summoned from somewhere, while Aziraphale picked up another portable radio. Grabbing a blanket as well, the pair headed up to the roof of the apartment building where Phale carefully unfurled his broad, white wings, giving them a good stretch while Wilson set up a small area with their blanket, beers and music.

With a CD of the 'Pirates of Pens' playing softly, Wilson reached to crack open a beer and leaned back to watch Phale stretch and rustle hopelessly mused feathers.

"Good, grief what a mess."

[ooc: Open to all residents of Mauvaise Chance Apartments and anyone who can think of a reason why they would be on the roof of Mauvaise Chance Apartments. :)]

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In actuality, it had taken very little coaxing to get the angel up to the roof. His wings were in such dire shape that they were beginning to itch, although he never would have admitted that to Wilson.

Stretching out on his stomach on the blanket, dressed in only a pair of very comfortabley worn jeans, Aziraphale gave the feathers a good shake and sighed.

"I abhor being discorporated. And for an entire year! I rather think Above owes me some sort of vacation. Someplace warm.

Er...not too warm, though."

"Instead they sent you to Fandom." Wilson pointed out as he shifted around on the blanket, till he could pull one broad wing across his lap.

"Tsk...some of these are going to have to come out." He said a little sadly as he touched broken shafts, then without any further warning, began to pluck out broken feathers.

"I talked to Angel, did I tell you? He asked me to remember him to you and to let you know Sean is a big, healthy dog now."

Aziraphale responded with a little wince, and then resigned himself to the feather-pulling with another soft sigh.

Honestly, it tended to bother Wilson more than him when the feathers had to come out.

"No, you hadn't mentioned it. He's graduated, then? I'm so pleased you were able to get in touch, and I'm glad he and Sean are both doing well."

He turned his head toward the young doctor. "Angel is doing well, isn't he?"

"Well...he's got Parker and Cal pissed at him due to a rather convoluted set of circumstances but...yeah, he's okay. Asked me to keep an eye out for Rory Gilmore, did you ever meet her?"

It did bother Wilson to have to yank feathers, even though the gleaming white primaries seemed to quickly right themselves and move to lay in beautiful, luminescent rows. Despite the lack of moonlight for the low clouds rolling through, the wings still shown with their own divine light and Wilson's simple mortal eyes needed no more than that gleam.

Abby wanders onto the roof with her cell phone pressed to her ear. "...hear me now, McGee? How 'bout now?"

She jumped up and down a few times and then waved over at Wilson and Aziraphale. "Hi Dr. Wilson!"

Parker he knew, although Aziraphale wasn't certain who 'Cal' might be. He'd known far fewer of the students than Wilson had, seeing as the doctor saw them frequently in the clinic. He hoped to change that this time around.

"I...do think I've heard tell of Miss Gilmore, but I don't believe we ever met. But if Angel asked for you to keep an eye out for her, then I'm certain you will."

The wings were starting to feel better already, and he smiled and closed his eyes. "What else did you do today? Besides call into radio talk shows, of course."

"I'm going to pay for that at some poi..." Wilson began in a laughing tone when he heard a familiar voice and looked over across the rooftop.

"Abby!" He called out cheerfully. Then he quickly looked at Phale with his wings outstretched and...errr...ummm...

"How are you doing tonight? Have you had a chance to meet my roommate, Aziraphale?"

I believe the term is...busted!

That wasn't a voice Aziraphale recognized. And then he realized that maybe a public roof in an apartment complex was not the smartest place for a wing preen.

Oops. Too late now.

"Er...pleased to meet you?" he murmured, from where his face was resting against his arm, attempting to hide the slowly creeping blush.

Abby took a step closer and blinked. "Awwwesome." She absently held the phone up to her ear. "Gotta go, McGee. Guy with wings on the roof."

"Either that is the best body modification I have ever seen or those are real. Are they real? I mean, they certainly look real. Does that hurt? Are they had to get clean?" She had sorta skipped over the whole introduction...or pretty much anything either of them had said.

Without even having to look at Aziraphale, Wilson could tell his lover was blushing, more at getting caught with his wings unfurled than the whole half nekkid on the roof bit.

Well...maybe a bit of the half nekkid on the roof bit.

"They are real." Wilson confirmed, leaning over to pick one of the discarded, broken feathers up and holding it out to Abby. "It stings him a little, when I yank these out but he's horrible about keeping them neat so that's why he keeps me around."

Wilson was at this point, grinning because honestly? Only in Fandom.

"Aziraphale, this is Abby. She lives on the floor above us and I owe her a pineapple cake."

There was nothing for it, he'd definitely been caught out. Carefully shifting so that no one got whapped, Aziraphale sat up and pulled the wings close behind him, still unfurled but now not sprawled halfway across the roof.

"It's very nice to meet you, Abby," he said, smiling. "I'm terribly sorry for the...well, surprise, I suppose. I doubt this was what you were expecting when you came up here."

Turning his smile toward Wilson, he added, "And you're quite lucky, because James is a delightful cook. He hasn't seen fit to promise me a pineapple cake yet."

"Real?" Abby took the feather and held it carefully as she looked it over. "Do you mind if I run this through a few tests?"

She finally tore herself away from thoughts of lab tests and smiled at the two men. "It's nice to meet you too, Aziraphale. What language is your name from? Oh, I gave him the pineapple so he owed me."

Wilson was going to let Phale field the questions about testing his feather and also about the language for his name and decided to focus on the pineapple.

"I do! I think I'll bake it tomorrow. You want to come down while I pull it all together, Abby? I have a recipe that made me think of you, called a Hummingbird cake with creamcheese frosting I think there is like four kinds of suger in it."

Dark eyes twinkled in the low light as he spoke about the promised cake.

Aziraphale didn't think he minded about the tests. Although just to be sure, a little divine meddling would make sure the tests all came out inconclusive.

Which, in itself, would probably be pretty weird.

"Not at all, my dear, help yourself. And my name is...actually quite old." He smiled, and shifted on the blanket to make room if Abby wanted to sit down.

This consequently moved him closer to Wilson, which may have also been part of the plan. "James love, don't you think we ought to invite Abby to tea?"

"Thanks!" Abby pocketed the feather and took a seat on the blanket. "Four kinds of sugar? You're right. That is the perfect cake for me."

"I really want to ask you what exactly you are, but I'm trying to curtail my curiosity before classes start. Which is basically just a big old hint for you to tell me." Abby said with a grin.

Wilson reached an arm out to rest it around Phale's back and he chuckled a little as he pointed out.

"I thought I just did, love?" Wilson needled Phale gently.

"Abby, would you like a beer while you're fishing so subtly for details or would that pollute the Caf-Pow in you system?" All this was said with genuine affection in his tone. He had just met her but already adored Abby and her open and excitement at life, attitude.

Aziraphale blushed a little again. "So sorry, James love. I sometimes miss the subtle invitations inherent in your...er, invitations. My idea of inviting someone to tea, my dear," he said to Abby, leaning a bit into Wilson's arm, "Is to actually sit down and serve them proper tea. James' way, however, is likely much more interesting. As I expect it probably involves being allowed to lick cake batter and having flour thrown at you."

Why yes, he did remember a baking episode or two that resulted in a flour fight.

The question about what he 'was' got a slightly less certain response, though. Giving Wilson a sideways look, as if trying to see what the young doctor thought about Abby's question, he finally smiled back at her.

"I rather tend to leave that for people to figure out for themselves, my dear. Although I expect with your level of curiosity, it won't take very long."

[ooc: And just so you know...Abby is more than welcome to figure it out. :D]

Abby grinned at Wilson's comment but shook her head. "Beer makes me depressed. So not good for meeting people."

"Cake batter licking is the best part of cooking." Abby nodded. "I think it should be included in all forms of cooking, including the ones that don't have anything to do with cakes."

"Okay. Let's go with the facts." Abby said and ticked off things on her fingers. "You have real feathers. Your name is not from a language I recognize and it's old. You have a British accent. You're involved in a relationship with Dr. Wilson that looks like it might involve nakedness."

"I think that..." Abby waited for a moment and then shrugged. "That I'll wait for the lab tests to come back."

Wilson nodded in response to the beer question and reached for his own, which he then about choked on as Abby mentioned 'nakedness'.

*Cough!*

He then had to cover his mouth to hide the grinning he was doing, least Phale finally decide once and for all that he was spending the night on the couch.

"Come down tomorrow morningish while you wait for the lab tests and we'll work on the cake batter and the tea bit?"

There was a great deal of blushing going on to accompany Wilson's coughing, and unfortunately Aziraphale didn't have a beer to try and hide behind. But he gamely chuckled at Abby's assessment, deciding that she did in fact remind him of Kiki, just as the young doctor had warned.

Which meant Abby had better watch out, or she'd find herself being adopted.

"Er...quite," Aziraphale murmured. "But you should certainly come down in the morning, my dear. I'll let James take care of the baking, but I make a very good pot of tea. Do you, er, drink actual tea? We can have coffee for you, if you prefer."

Because he was sort of getting the idea that the young woman wasn't the tea drinking type.

Abby grinned and decided that it was totally worth them having a secret if she could make them uncomfortable so easily. "If you're making cake batter, I'm so there. I have a nose for the stuff. Just try making a cake and not inviting me. I'll be picking the lock on your door so fast it'll make your head spin."

Abby made a face and shook her head. "It's not my favorite thing to drink. Is it really horrible manners to bring your own drink to a tea party? Cause I'm going to do it anyway and I want to know if I should apologize for being rude beforehand."

"Abby doesn't even acknowledge coffee as a proper stimulant. She goes for something called Caf-Pow, which even I am afraid of." Wilson explained with a wink to Abby.

"So. Cake batter, suger, Caf-Pow and tea for Phale and I...should be a good time had by all." Wilson saw shades of flour everywhere but it had him grinning as he always enjoyed it when people came by when he was cooking.

For a moment, Aziraphale pondered on the different types of tea he was familiar with, and wondered if he might not be able to come up with something that even Abby's discerning caffeine-and-sugar needs might find satisfying.

"Of course not, my dear. You're welcome to bring whatever you like. And I can promise you, any time you can get the door open, you are invited to visit."

And any time they didn't want visitors, well...it would take more than a determined lock-picker to get into the apartment.

"And take James' invitation seriously, as well. He adores having visitors for meals, and he always cooks far more than two people really need."

"Are you familiar with Caf-Pow, Aziraphale? It's the best thing ever." Abby smiled happily.

"Then I'm lucky that I have an open invite because I have the worst eating habits. If doesn't come pre-wrapped or look like a burrito, then it's not in my kitchen."

"So Dr. Wilson and I are both teachers currently, what do you do for a living?"

"Er...well, I suppose I don't really do anything for a living. But for the time being, I'll be teaching as well."

He smiled at Wilson, actually rather pleased to be sharing a profession with the young doctor. "I used to run a tea shop, and before that a bookshop. What will you be teaching, Miss Sciuto?"

[ooc: Yes, I know she didn't offer her last name. Make whatever assumptions you'd like about how he knows it. ;)]

"That's great!" Abby jumped as her cell phone rang and she dug it out of her pocket to glare at it. "Shoot. That's work, I need to...did I tell you my name?" She looked at Aziraphale oddly as she opened the phone.

"Abby's phone! You've got Abby! Hey there, Gibbs. Of course I didn't hang up on McGee, we had a really bad connection." Abby waved at the two of them and head back downstairs. "Guys with wings? Has Tony been spiking the coffee pot again...."

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