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Snowball War in the Park, Late Friday Night

After a lot of drinking at the Devil's Nest, Aziraphale had prevailed upon his companions to join him for a walk in the park. Using various excuses from "it'll make us feel better" to "it'll sober us up", he convinced them to leave the club and head out into the snow.

Jesse was toting an extra bottle, Lucifer -- who apparently had never been drunk before -- kept trying to wander off, and Aziraphale was in much better spirits than when he'd started drinking. Which meant that the sight of all that lovely white snow reminded him of his first winter in Fandom. And that reminded him of Wilson.

And that reminded him of snowballs.

Slipping away to gather up a handful, the angel packed a rather lopsided snowball, and sent it whizzing toward the other two men's backs. Of course, being extremely drunk, his aim was probably rather poor.

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It was probably very obvious where that snowball came from, considering how proud the angel was looking. And also the fact that he'd laugh his ass off if it actually hit anyone.

Lucifer blinked as the snowball hit the back of his head. He brushed the snow out of his hair, knocking some down into his jacket. "Did you just throw a snowball at me?" He asked Aziraphale in the same way most people would ask a question like 'did you dye the dog pink?'

Jesse stumbled and went down on his knees in the snow. He used that opportunity to make a snowball of his own.

When he stood, snow frosting his black jeans white from the knees down, he flung a snowball with rather debatable accuracy at the angel.

Wilson had stayed back at the apartment tonight and spent some quality hours on the phone trying to reassure his mother that he was celebrating the Festival of Lights like a well raised Jewish boy. He spent a lot of time with his fingers crossed.

Eventually, he got off the phone and after hiding a few packages for Phale, he pulled on his coat and scarf and headed out the door. He intended to go down to the Devil's Nest to dig the angel out of his scotch bottle but as he trotted across the narrow street toward the sidewalk, Wilson noticed two familiar figures in the snow...

Wait...make that three familiar figures...one of which was about to, throw a snowball at...

Uhm...back up a moment, did he just frame the picture of a snowball, Lucifer, Jesse and Aziraphale into the blink of an eye.

"They hell?"

Aziraphale grinned at Lucifer, showing absolutely no regret whatsoever. What the Adversary needed, really, was a good snowball or two, he thought.

That meant that he wasn't paying much attention to Jesse, and caught that throw square in the chest. The angel looked down at it, as if puzzled over where it might have come from. Then, as he looked back up, he spotted someone coming across the park.

"James!" he called out, waving. "Come 'n join us! We're having snowballs!"

A cold adversary was an unhappy adversary. That was until he remembered the shepard of suns thing and just melted the snow. Alcohol did funny things to the devil.

He crouched down and formed a snowball, aiming carefully for Aziraphale's head. It might have been a better throw if he had been a bit more sober.

Wilson was still standing there in shock as he watched first Jesse and then... Lucifer???? fling snowballs at the angel.

"I'm sorry, but you're having what??." He stammered.

Notice, he wasn't exactly rushing to get in the middle of said snowball fight.

Since the angel's attention was riveted on Wilson at that moment, Lucifer's poorly aimed snowball caught him smack in the face. Which, one would hope to assume, wasn't quite where the Adversary was aiming.

Blinking through the cold wet stuff as he wiped it away from his eyes, Aziraphale turned to give both men rather surprised looks, before answering Wilson.

"Snowballs," he said, in a tone that suggested it ought to be obvious. The answer was even accompanied by a gesture toward the other two figures. "See? Jus' like las' year. Only...only las' year we didn' have Jesse an' Lucif..ifer."

Jesse decided to forego snowballs in favor of opening the bottle he'd brought along.

"Not gonna have me next year, either. Hi Doc."

Lucifer waved at Wilson idly, leaning against a tree to regain his balance.

He raised his fist and gave a small cheer for Jesse. "Killing HIM."

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............

.................

Hands on his hips, Wilson looked at all three carefully.

"Are you three...drunk?" He exclaimed. "I mean...drunk all at the same time?"

Wilson might have been looking around, worriedly for the world to crack open or something equally ominous because, helllooo...snowballs...Hell...getting kinda close here.

"Yes!" Aziraphale responded cheerfully, apparently thinking that this was something to be proud of. "Y'r not, though. Th' Rev'rend's got some extra if y' want some."

Then it crossed his mind that Wilson wasn't joining in. Which was not acceptable. So he scooped up some snow, packed it carefully into a ball, and then sent it flying in the vague direction of the young doctor.

And then he turned to the other two and grinned, as if waiting for their approval. Or maybe waiting for them to throw snowballs at Wilson as well.

Jesse raised his bottle in a toast toward Lucifer and had a long swig from it, swaying slightly on his feet.

"Drunk? Nah. Shitfaced? Yeah."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I have never been drunk."

Lucifer scooped up a ball of snow after figuring out how to stand without swaying. He turned to face Wilson, ready to throw the snowball.

Wilson watched as Aziraphale's snowball plopped right at his knees, then he looked back up at Jesse and then over at Lucifer.

"Past tense, Lucifer... I'm talking about right this moment...and the fact that you're lining up to fling a snowball at me rather confirms my original diagnoses."

Then, because Phale should know better, Wilson picked up a hunk of snow, packed it tight and sent it winging towards the angel.

Ah, but that was the response the angel had been hoping for!

With a gleeful exclamation, he attempted to dodge the snowball...and ended up flat on his ass next to Jesse. Giving the man a surprised look, Aziraphale decided he could throw just as well from where he was, and packed another snowball to be used on one of the two still-standing targets.

"You should have come with me, love! We drank quite a lot, and it was free!"

After taking far too much time to aim, Lucifer finally threw his snowball at Wilson. The force of the throw caused him to fall backward into the snow.

He snorted. "Snow devil."

Jesse leaned down to pass the bottle to Lucifer, highly amused to watch an angel and the devil falling down drunk.

Not that he wasn't ready to fall down, but he was still standing.

Really, he should probably try to contain himself but the image the three of them made, sitting on their drunk arses in the snow, was just too much.

Laughing, richly, Wilson shook his head and there might have been some pointing as well.

"You three...oh damn why did I walk out of the apartment without a camera of some sort?!"

Yes, those might have just been fighting words he'd just uttered. There was a nice snowbank kinda behind him you know...

Just...saying.

And Aziraphale was totally ready to take him up on that challenge. Deciding to rid his system of just a bit of the alcohol -- so that he wasn't falling down drunk, just silly happy drunk -- he grinned at the other two men and hauled himself to his feet.

"I think James isn't having enough fun," he announced, clapping Jesse and then Lucifer on the back, and then turning that grin in the young doctor's direction.

Then he took off at a sprint, quite obviously intent on tackling Wilson directly into that snowbank.

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