The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Out front, the usual sign for Fridays was held in the hands of troll number two. Not to be confused with troll number one, who was sign-less.
Half-priced drinks for Teachers

Inside the club, there was a bit of confusion after finding half of a torso and a head. The confusion was due to the fact that the body parts in question weren't actually dead, far from it. Finding 1/3 of a hippie in the club before opening was a wee bit upsetting for Mazikeen.

Mostly because he kept laughing.

Mazikeen really wanted her sword now.

The Devil's Nest is open for business.


[[ooc: the hippie body parts modded with permission.]]

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The Bar

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Weetiny umbrellas weren't cutting it as a sword substitute.

Re: The Bar

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Half-priced drinks sounded like a very good bet, and Aziraphale walked glumly into the Nest and took a seat at the bar. He and Wilson had just finished a handwavy argument over the angel's reaction to what Marty had done to Bel. And after said argument had escalated into a shouting match about Above, Below, and mortal chess pawns, Wilson had stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door, and Aziraphale had stormed out of the apartment. And also slammed the door.

The young doctor was now cleaning the apartment to within an inch of its life, and the angel was on a mission in search of scotch.

A great deal of scotch. Preferably the expensive kind, but since it would be the expensive kind the minute his hand touched the glass, it didn't much matter to him really.

He looked up at Mazikeen and said in a low voice, "Scotch please. A bottle. And a glass."

Re: The Bar

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Of course it was the expensive stuff. Lucifer drank what was in his bar and would expect nothing less.

A glass and a bottle of scotch was placed in front of the angel by Mazikeen. She was minding her manners, but wasn't about to stay around Aziraphale for longer than strictly necessary, leaving as soon as the bottle hit the bar.

Re: The Bar

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Since Aziraphale hadn't made good yet on his promise of a baked goods bribe, he wasn't surprised when Mazikeen made herself scarce. He wasn't in the brightest of moods anyway.

Maybe that would change after a bit of scotch. Or a lot of scotch.

Possibly after a second bottle of scotch?

The Lounge

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

They checked for more body parts. So far, none.

Talk to Lucifer

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

This was mildly more irritating than the gingerbread man. Not quite at the bouncy teen level yet, but getting there.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

After getting deep into his cups, Aziraphale got the brilliant idea that he ought to speak to Lucifer, and apologize for not bringing the promised cookies for Mazikeen. So, bottle in one hand, glass in the other, with a line of tiny origami napkin ducks sporting wee demonic horns following on his heels, the angel made his way to Lucifer's table in the lounge.

"Er...s'very good scotch," he said, by way of greeting. "Sorry 'bout not bringing th' biscuits, though. Next time."

And he nodded very seriously, and dropped into the chair.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer was staring at the tiny origami ducks with horns and wondering if this was somehow worse than being in Hell.

On one hand, no children asking him questions and painting horns and a tail on his picture in Hell. But on the other, drunken angels who apparently folded origami ducks which came to life here in Fandom.

It was a toss up, really.

"I'm sure she'll appreciate them." Lucifer nodded seriously. "May I ask how much of that fine scotch you've had so far?"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Er..."

Aziraphale peered at the bottle, as if it somehow would magically inform him which number it was. When it didn't, he blinked a bit, and then turned to look down at the flock of paper ducks, which craned their necks expectantly up at him.

"Four...?" he asked them, trying to count how many there were but losing his place twice before giving up. "Four."

It was decided. Four sounded like a very good number. "Four."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Okay, so...Chrono totally should not be doing this. He knew he shouldn't. But he also knew that he couldn't quite resist it, ever since he showed up at the church, ever since that moment of recognition. He'd have to be descreet...and quick. He knew Rosette had gone to the other bar tonight, so he'd only have to make sure that he got back to the church before she did.

...He couldn't even remember the last time he'd been so nervous. His heart was pounding in his ears and he was sweating...sweating! He never sweat! But if there was anyone who could make a demon sweat, it was this guy, that was for sure.

Ugh, he couldn't just waltz right up to him, either, could he? Step right up, put out a hand, with a cheery Hi, I'm Chrono. Me and a bunch of my buddies tried to take over about a few hundred years ago, sorry about all that! Water under the bridge, right? And then there was the Rosette factor, ugh. Rosette had put him through a lot of crap, but nothing matched the embarrassment of the other day...

Chrono flailed a bit as he hung back. Ack, he couldn't do this...but he knew that, at the same time, he had to....

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer sat, drinking a martini and watching the hippie on the pool table. "Are you going to stand there staring all night, or are you going to take a seat?"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

It took Chrono a startled moment to realize that the Dark Prince had been addressing him. In fact, he still wasn't entirely certain, but, if he was, Chrono certainly didn't want to upset him. He jumped to a start, moving forward, laughing nervously. "Oh, well, I wasn't quire sure if I could, sir."

...Sir? Was that a proper enough way to address him? It seemed so informal. Oh, maaaan. Chrono didn't even think Aoin had ever really met him, and here he was, standing in his bar...

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"Hey, boss. Seen any missing body parts around?"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer pointed over toward the pool table. "Any reason for this to appear in my club?"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

Leo waved.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"Teleportation accident. Long story."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

The apartment had been cleaned to the point that the toilet had been detailed. With a toothbrush. Err... Phale might want to miracle himself a new toothbrush.

Anyway!

As the night wore on and Phale didn't sulk his way back home, Wilson grumbled and muttered and told himself he was NOT worrying about the angel. Just, going outside to get some air. He checked the bench, checked the Perk, checked a couple of other places and then...on a strange whim, he headed for the Nest.

Slipping through the door, he gave Mazikeen a cheerful wave before looking around for a familiar blond head. Ah ha...over there, with Aziraphale.

Ut oh...and the angel looked drunk, at least that was why, Wilson assumed, that Phale was tolerating a wee orgamic demonic napkin duckie to be sitting on his head. Well that and the sloshing about kinda clued him in.

Drunk...with the Advesary...oy!

Heading in that direction, Wilson sighed as he came upon the pair.

"Good evening, gentlemen."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Blink.

Aziraphale looked up, a bit surprised and at the same time just a wee bit embarrassed. But mostly surprised.

"James!" he exclaimed, sloshing a bit more scotch onto the floor, resulting in the mad scramble of paper duckies to get out of the way. "You, er...want some scotch? S'good scotch."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

"It is good scotch," Lucifer admitted. "Better when it's not on the floor though."

Re: The Lounge

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

When Leo had appeared on the pool table, he'd looked around, looked down, and sighed. "Oh not a gain man."

Right now he was sort of perched on the edge of the table attempting to slide the balls into the pockets.

Re: The Lounge

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"Need help getting back?"

Re: The Lounge

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

"Sure man thanks." Leo said. "Your ears are far out."

Re: The Lounge

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know." He tilted his head. "Can I pick you up, or are you stuck to that thing?"

The Dance Floor

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

No more body parts here either. Not even a pair of legs.

OOC

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

One more final to go! *flails*