The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer was not behind the bar tonight. No, tonight it was Mazikeen's job to handle customers. She was less than thrilled.

Instead, he was sitting at the end of the bar, smoking a cigarette and being an annoyance to his ever lovely consort. It was a fun night.

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The Bar

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Order a drink

Re: The Bar

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Wilson wanted to go dancing. And this time he was insistent that the angel come along with him. Well actually, he didn't need to be that insistent. Aziraphale jumped at the idea, and was happily shooed off toward the Devil's Nest, with instructions not to get too drunk before the young doctor showed up from whatever errand was keeping him behind.

Aziraphale had protested that he had no intention of getting drunk, but thinking back on the day, and the fact that not only was his very last class of the semester over but he'd also be losing some dear friends to graduation, a bit of scotch did begin to sound appealing. So he arrived at the club a little bit on the emo side, and politely requested a glass of Glenlivet from Mazikeen.

Followed by another glass, and then a third. Possibly a fourth. Definitely not more than a fourth, though. After all, he'd promised not to be too drunk.

Well...he was an angel, after all. Surely a fifth couldn't hurt.

Re: The Bar

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer watched calmly, idly wondering if a sixth or seventh was on its way. Nothing was quite as amusing as a drunken angel, really.

He raised an eyebrow at Aziraphale and lit up another cigarette.

Re: The Bar

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale answered the raised eyebrow with one of his own, and spent a moment wondering if there was a question he had missed.

Then again, the Adversary did like to do things like that. Like...not asking questions. Or...asking questions but not telling you what they were. Or...something...

Maybe he would have that sixth glass. Just to clear his head.

"I like your scotch here," Aziraphale announced, just because he thought he ought to try and be conversational.

Re: The Bar

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

To be honest, he rarely asked questions without telling others what they were. Which isn't to say that he hasn't before.

"I can tell. Though I do believe it was meant to be savoured a bit more than you seem to be doing."

Re: The Bar

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson finished up his little handwavey errand and made his way down to the Nest. He had been about a half an hour longer than he'd expected to be and had a sneaking suspicion he was going to find a certain angel trying to take a bath in his cups.

Sure enough, as he came through the door and spied Aziraphale at the bar, not trying to chat Mazikeen up and with his hand around a scotch glass, the young doctor could only shake his head and chuckle affectionately.

Shoving his hands into the back pockets of his jeans, he walked up to the bar.

"Watering down good scotch with tears, is a crime against HIMSELF."

Re: The Bar

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Looking up from his sixth seventh latest glass of scotch, Aziraphale smiled.

"No tears, love. Jus' a bit of scotch. You know I can hold my drink better'n you can. Dancing now?"

Re: The Bar

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

When Aziraphale's accent dipped down into the West End of London, Wilson knew his lover had been deep into the scotch.

But he couldn't really blame him and he knew it really wouldn't hurt the angel...much after all and he also knew, it was one of the stages of grief, of having to let go.

So, since the Nest did seem to have a rather nice beat tempo bit of music playing, Wilson's walk became more of a sway as he dance stepped his way up to the angel. Walking his fingers up along power biceps, he shot a wicked look over his shoulder and turned towards the dance floor.

"If you think you're up for it," he invited with a 'come hither' smile.

Re: The Bar

[sound-loyalty.livejournal.com]

Bother Mazikeen? Why would anyone want to do that? Kabuto certainly didn't. He waved to her with a cheerful smile. "Good evening!"

Re: The Bar

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Mazikeen narrowed her eyes at the ninja. Nodding grudgingly in acknowledgement that it was evening. No word on the pleasantness of it yet.

Re: The Bar

[sound-loyalty.livejournal.com]

He was friendly. Or at least, he seemed friendly most of the time. But it really wasn't a bad idea to be nice to the consort of your...boss. That was the word.

"Can I get a screwdriver, please?" Keeping it simple and relatively safe. For now.

Re: The Bar

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

She pointed to the sign that announced that the club carded. Like her Lord's new toy was going to get any special treatment.

Re: The Bar - In the midst of dancing

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson and Phale had been making good use of the dance floor (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1630648.html?thread=73625528#t73625528) and has already been noted, while angels and Advesarys didn't need to breath, mortals did.

Breath and drink!

So, after working up a respectable sweat, Wilson whispered in Phale's ear and headed off the dance floor, back to the bar to pick up a couple of drinks. After all, he hadn't yet gotten a drink for the evening.

He was giving Mazikeen his sweetest smile, hoping it made up for his sweaty and slightly disheveled apperance.

Re: The Bar - In the midst of dancing

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

After that performance? He was lucky to get watered down beer.

Which he would have if Lucifer wasn't just down the bar, watching the pair carefully. With something that very closely resembled a pout, Mazikeen poured the doctor a glass of the same scotch his partner was drinking.

Re: The Bar - In the midst of dancing

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Probably lucky not to get the watered down beer poured right over his head. Wilson was toot smart with the payment and another smile as he picked up the scotch.

He considered asking for a second glass...and decided it would be unwise to press his luck. He and Phale could always share.

Still as he turned slightly, he noticed Lucifer down at the end of the bar and realized that was the true reason he hadn't ended up with the bar tap turned on him to hose him down.

Smiling, he saluted the Advesary.

Re: The Bar - In the midst of dancing

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer nodded in replied, not having a drink of his own tonight.

"Quite an interesting dance."

The Lounge

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Have a seat

Re: The Lounge

[sound-loyalty.livejournal.com]

After being shot down (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1630648.html?thread=73619128#t73619128) by Mazikeen, Kabuto curled up in a chair in the lounge with his anatomy textbook. Not that he really needed to study; it was more like casual reading for him.

The Dance Floor

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Dance

Re: The Dance Floor

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Yes indeed, dance.

Well, at least some places it was called dancing. A hint of salasa, a touch of tango and a whole lot of sex on legs, Wilson did indeed know how to distract his lover from the angel's melancholy moods.

As his feet hit the dance floor, he turned around, facing the advancing angel, knees slightly bent to allow his hips to move with languid, fluid rolls, Wilson cocked a finger and beaconed the sweet angel down the path of temptation.

Re: The Dance Floor

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale was not, on the whole, really all that difficult a mark. Especially since Above seemed to be exercising a good bit of tolerance when it came to his 'mortal' habits.

Stalking the young doctor across the dance floor, the angel stepped up close, slipping his arm around the man's waist and wasting no time in matching Wilson's movements.

Re: The Dance Floor

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Leaning into the hold of that arm, Wilson used it as a balance point to further engage the action of his hips. Hands slid up to rest lightly on the angel's shoulders as the mortal straddled one of Phale's power thighs and hooked their hipbones together, encouraging his lover to move with him in an almost intimate manner.

Every so often, Wilson would add in an extra shimmy...just to keep Phale on his toes!

Re: The Dance Floor

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

On his toes. Quite. That was exactly what it was keeping Aziraphale. Also alert, and aware, and very very focused.

Wilson had his complete attention.

Splaying his fingers, the angel let both hands move to rest low on the young doctor's hips, still offering plenty of support for the other man's weight. It had been an age since they'd really cut loose, and Aziraphale was tipsy enough not to care that they were out in public and in a place where they could be seen by people who knew them.

OOC

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Because the world won't end on my watch.

Re: OOC

[sound-loyalty.livejournal.com]

Are you sure?

Really really really sure?