fandomtownies | The Devil's Nest, Sunday Night

She might have a higher slit on her dress though. Not that anyone from the other side of the bar could see it.

Sitting and pool playing is here.

But no nudity.

Lucifer was still extremely pleased from last night. He would be purring if he could.

Aziraphale owed Lucifer a bit an apology. Again. Really, he was starting to feel that staying away from the Adversary would result in a great deal less apologizing in his life.

Also, he really wasn't so much looking forward to seeing Lucifer in his current state of dress. Or rather, he wasn't looking forward to being seen in his current state of dress. Because he just knew there'd be a comment. But Wilson had asked to meet up at the Nest on their way to the mainland, and since he was going there anyway, Aziraphale couldn't very well just hide in the bathroom all evening.

So into the club he walked, dressed in close-fitting jeans, a black turtleneck, and a long leather coat. Looking rather like the sort of person who would hang out at place called the "Devil's Nest", and looking like he was well aware of that fact.

Lucifer watched with interest as Aziraphale entered the club. He was certainly willing to observe such a lovely individual, political differences be damned.

He leaned back in his seat and looked Aziraphale up and down, not letting any detail escape his sight.

"Good evening."

The rather thorough appraisal stopped Aziraphale in his tracks, and he blinked repeatedly at Lucifer before replying. It wasn't that he didn't expect people could see him...it was just that this was the Adversary who was checking him out.

So while he tried very hard not to blush, the angel smiled in reply and hovered near one of the empty chairs.

"Er...quite. I...apparently owe you another apology. Going for a record, I expect. Awfully sorry about the other night, and I hope I didn't do anything too irritating."

"There was nothing to apologize for." Lucifer paused before continuing in a sly tone. "Unless that radio was correct and you actually were coming on me."

But if the angel continued dressing in this manner, there wouldn't be a need to apologize for that.

"Oh no!" Aziraphale hastily assured him. "I wasn't at all! Er, at least...I don't think so. I think I was just getting very very drunk and moping over James. And...possibly making paper ducks with horns."

He frowned a bit as he tried to think over the events of that evening.

"Er...did I do anything that seemed like I was coming on to you?"

Lucifer tilted his head, spending more time than truly necessary to think that over. "Not unless having a small origami duck hide in my pocket was an attempt to woo me."

That resulted in some more blinking, and a bit of nervous shuffling of feet.

"I...I'm sorry, one of them crawled into your pocket?" He knew he shouldn't ask, but the words just came out before he could stop them. "Er...which pocket?"

Aziraphale's behavior combined with his clothing choice made for an interesting sight.

"The front pocket on my jacket." Though he assumed the other pockets weren't used because he was sitting down and that would crush the little ducks.

Lucifer would have been surprised at the wee duckies' resilience.

"Oh." Aziraphale nodded. That was okay then, the Adversary was just having him on. He smiled a bit less fretfully and waved a hand at the chair. "Do you mind if I sit down for a bit? I'm supposed to be meeting James. We're going to the mainland for the evening."

The chair Aziraphale had been hovering by slid away from the table. "Feel free."

Settling himself into the chair, Aziraphale appeared to be a good deal less uncomfortable, and he smiled cheerfully at Lucifer.

"I really am very sorry, though. It must a bit annoying to have someone you barely know bothering you with their personal problems. Especially when...well, I know that I don't always make sense when I'm drunk. I mean, it makes sense to me, of course, but it doesn't always come out the way I mean it to. So I do apologize, and I promise I don't tend to make a habit of that sort of thing. Really, it's only the second time I've been drunk since James and I got back to Fandom, and the other time really was the fault of the Emoo."

Then the angel realized he was babbling, and blushed. "Er...so then. What do you think of our little town?"

Lucifer blinked at the Emoo comment. It sounded like something he really didn't care to know about. Ever.

"It's... interesting so far. New experiences for certain." He continued to illustrate his point, "I believe I can safely say that I had never had a human photo-shop a picture of me to be used to protest the 'murder' of demons before I came here."

[[ooc: Now I must flee for a movie, I'll be back in a few hours!]]

"Oh, that must be Blair. Yes, he's awfully creative when it comes to ideas for his protesting." Aziraphale looked rather proud, and not in the least bothered by the idea of Blair photoshopping Lucifer.

"Fandom really is quite the place for learning new things," he agreed. "Really, I'm awfully glad I got assigned here, even if I did resent it at first. It's practically...well to be honest, it's very much like having a family."

[ooc: See you later!]

"Resented it?" Lucifer asked, cocking his head to the side inquisitively.

"Er, well...I rather liked my little bookshop, you see. And I didn't think I actually liked people all that much. Well, in general I did, but not really individually."

Aziraphale looked a bit sheepish. "I was obviously entirely wrong about that, of course. But at the time I didn't know it, and I was just rather unhappy about it. I suspected it was a sort of punishment for the whole thing with the Apocalypse."

Aziraphale not actually being fond of humans he could understand. Humans were contradictory and obnoxious, something that made HIS favor of them all the more confusing.

But the last part was where he stopped following with the angel's explanation. He blinked once. "There was an apocalypse?"

Speaking of contradictory mortals...

Wilson had finally finished up a couple of chores he'd had to take care of before he and Phale could head over to the mainland for the evening and, showered and changed, he came through the front doors of the Nest. Like Phale, he was dressed tonight unlike his usual fare in that he was dressed for some hard core clubbing.

Soft jeans that molded to his long legs, clung to his hips a certain black shirt left loose over the waist so that it billowed and floweed around lean hips as he walked. A leather jacket, shorter than Phale's, was worn against the evening air, the collar flicked up to hide the leather collar that encircled his pale, slim throat.

Waving to Mazikeen, because it was good to be polite you know, Wilson soon spotted the familiar pair of blond heads and strolled in that direction.

"Good evening, gentlemen." He said softly before sliding himself onto Phale's lap. "Don't let me interupt."

"Er."

It was a rather difficult transition, mentally, for the angel to go from discussing the Apocalypse That Wasn't with the Adversary to having a warm and nicely shaped young doctor suddenly in his lap. To Aziraphale's credit, he managed it with a minimum of blinking.

"We were just...er...talking about the Apocalypse. The one we didn't have. So I suppose it really can't be called an Apocalypse."

Blink.

"Hullo, love."

Well now, wasn't that a nice picture?

At the bar there was an angry noise and a glare promising horrible death aimed at the couple in front of Lucifer. He leaned back and quirked an eyebrow at Wilson and Aziraphale, letting his amused expression do all the talking for him.

They just...were never going to win with Mazikeen, were they?

Tangling his fingers lightly through Phale's short blond hair, Wilson arched an eyebrow, genuinely surprised to hear that Aziraphale was bringing up the Apocalypse that almost wasn't.

"Hello, love." He said, kissing the angel lightly and then settling in against his broad shoulder. "Don't let me disturb you."

"Oh, you aren't disturbing us," Aziraphale hastily assured him. At least, disturbing wasn't really the correct word to use. Distracting, on the other hand....

Realizing that Lucifer had asked a question, the angel looked back at him for a moment, one hand sliding up Wilson's shoulder to touch absently at the ring embedded in the front of the leather collar.

"Well, er...you see, there was supposed to be an Apocalypse. Only, well...Crowley and I didn't think it was, you know...I mean, we were both sent to keep an eye on the child, only there was a bit of confusion and he was rather grown before we found out, and then when the time came we really thought it wasn't the best thing for anyone, and...well in the end Adam wound up stopping the whole thing anyway. I did get my sword back, though."

Lucifer watched the spot Aziraphale was touching and, was that a collar?

"I think you may have made more sense when you were drunk."

It would take more than a leather collar and two very attractive, erm, man and man-shaped angelic being, to distract him.

He wondered idly what size collar Chrono would wear.

Or not. But that's okay, because he could multitask.

When Phale's finger happened to catch in the little ring, Wilson gave a little tug away from him, just enough to make the collar dig into his flesh as he strained lightly against the angel's hold.

He didn't try to interupt the conversation, besides...running his hand along Aziraphale's leather clad back was entertainment enough at the moment.

Though he might have thrown Lucifer a look of mock indignation for his crack about the angel's lucidity.

Aziraphale didn't notice whether the Adversary was distracted or not, mostly because he was distracted, and that was made rather obvious by the fact that his free hand was sliding much further up the young doctor's leg than was probably recommended in a public setting.

"Adam. The Antichrist. He got switched with another baby by the Satanic nuns, accidentally of course, and by the time we figured that out he'd been raised as a normal boy. And decided not to end the world after all." The angel looked rather proud of that fact, as if he'd had some hand in the decision. "And that was good, because Crowley and I had already decided to try and stop the Horsemen anyway. But Adam did it instead, which was quite a good thing, because I rather like not being utterly destroyed."

"Ah, the antichrist. Very amusing movie."

Lucifer watched as the couple teased each other, he was tempted to look around for a succubus or incubus, but already knew one wasn't present.

He had to wonder one thing though, how far would they go in front of him?

At least they weren't shirtless, right? Wilson certainly wasn't about to stop the attentions of Phale's hand on his leg, even as he tested the hold of the collar until Phale's index finger gave a reflexive tug, causing the collar to cut across Wilson's wind pipe for a moment, bringing the young doctor back into line.

Really, Lucifer shouldn't be so surprised. After all, they always say that the make up sex is the best.

...

It just so happened that Phale and Wilson could draw out the make up sex part of an argument across a few days...sometimes a week.

Wilson shifted slightly on Phale's lap to get comfortable. It might have looked like a lapdance but really, it was just a small wriggle.

"They made a movie about it?" Aziraphale asked with a blank look. He'd have to try and find that one.

Or maybe not. Because he wasn't sure he wanted to see what the people making the movie had to say about him. It probably wasn't very flattering. He'd bet they'd make fun of his fondness for tartan.

"Er...James love, I was just making my apologies to Lucifer for being an annoyance the other night. Are you...ready to go, then?"

Aww, they were leaving before getting to the good part? Lucifer was pouting on the inside.

"Yes, I wouldn't want to keep you from your evening." He said, smirking.

There were so many good parts, they would have been there all night!

Wilson slid, lazily off Phale's lap and stood there, waiting for the angel to gain his feet.

"It should be a pleasurable time." Wilson said with an impish grin before bowing his head towards Lucifer.

Aziraphale had the grace to blush at that one, and remember that he was after all chatting with the Morningstar. But really, it was awfully hard to fret over that when he had a hot date waiting for him. Complete with a ride in the M3. Which in his opinion they didn't do nearly often enough.

"It was a pleasure talking with you, Lucifer," he said politely, adding as he remembered the beginning of their conversation, "And if you come across any stray origami ducks, just herd them into a box and I'll come fetch them. Unless you'd like to keep them yourself, of course."

Standing, he slipped his hand into Wilson's and then, because he had completely missed the Look of Death, flashed a quick smile in Mazikeen's direction as well.

Fully clothed dancing please.

Happy Feet.

At least they won't try to card me.

*not bitter*

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