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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday (06/05)

Aziraphale arrived at the Nest a little early tonight. The first thing he did was make sure that all the liquor bottles were in good order, and nothing was out of place. Then he made a mental note to double check that again when he locked up.

Next, he set a sign on the bar.

All "Tea" Drinks Half Off Tonight

When he had everything ready, he unlocked the doors and settled himself onto a stool behind the bar, with a well-loved copy of Lady Windermere's Fan.

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Aziraphale is ready to make you your half-priced "tea" drink. Which includes everything from Long Island Iced Tea to a hot toddy.

After an interesting ~~and still being slow played~~ conversation (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1757033.html) at the Perk that afternoon, Lucifer returned to the club late, taking a seat at the bar instead of heading for the wine cellar as planned.

A little curious as to what would have kept the Adversary out late and yet still bring him to the bar for a drink, Aziraphale walked over to where Lucifer was seated.

"What would like tonight?" he asked, trying to remind himself that Lucifer wasn't one of his students, and so therefore he should keep the prying to a minimum. It would be interesting to see how long that lasted.

No need to pry, Lucifer would share in due time.

"Vodka martini."

Okay, that was a rather surprising request. Definitely pointed toward a story.

At least the martini wasn't one of those drinks with a long list of ingredients. Aziraphale whipped up what he felt was probably a pretty good one, and set it on a napkin in front of Lucifer.

"You look...thoughtful."

Lucifer stayed quiet, looking out at the club and sipping his drink for a moment. He looked as though he were remembering a very funny joke.

"I ran into someone today, an old acquaintance of ours."

It was on the tip of Aziraphale's tongue to protest that they didn't actually share any 'old acquaintances', when he realized what Lucifer must have been talking about.

"An old acquaintance," he repeated in a murmur. "Why does that sound rather ominous?"

"It's really far more amusing than that," Lucifer replied. Because it really was when the host fell from grace all on their own. "The former angel of death is in town."

"Gabriel?"

Aziraphale's tone was one of mingled disbelief and annoyance. The last time he'd spoken to Gabriel, the angel had been hanging about with Metatron. Which combination usually meant trouble for Aziraphale, in the way that one's irritating older brothers ganging up to play pranks meant trouble.

"What in HIS name is he doing here?"

"Apparently he crossed Micheal in regards to a Nephilim and was punished by being made mortal." Lucifer's amusement over this was obvious. "Mortal!" He laughed. That really had to burn the former angel of death.

Blink.

"Er... are you certain it was Gabriel? I mean, he just doesn't seem the type. Certainly not to mess with Michael."

Aziraphale frowned, and decided a vodka martini sounded awfully good.

Lucifer pushed his now empty glass forward. "Well he certainly wasn't my Gabriel, perhaps he's not yours either."

That actually made Aziraphale feel a little better. He fixed a second martini for Lucifer and then one for himself, andhe leaned his elbows on the bar to listen.

"That's probably true. I just can't imagine my Gabriel doing anything remotely like that. What do you think it means, that he's... I'm sorry, did you say that he's mortal?"

"Human even," Lucifer added with a cruel twist of his mouth.

Well, Aziraphale could certainly see why the Adversary might find that amusing. He had to admit, there were times when he wouldn't have minded seeing one or two of his fellows get a bit of comeuppance.

Still...human.

He took a long swallow of his martini. "What did you think of him?"

"Deluded."

There was very little else to say about the poor creature.

"It sounds as though...he would have to be," Aziraphale murmured. He cocked his head at Lucifer, trying hard to read whether the Adversary really was only amused and rather gleeful over the unexpected meeting.

Asking, he suspected, was only likely to get him pushed away.

Despite the celestial gossip session, it was really no more than simple amusement. Such a visitor to the island would only serve to keep him entertained for a while still to come.

Lucifer sipped his martini, a small smirk on his lips.

The little smirk was what decided it for Aziraphale, and he nodded to himself before settling a little comfortably on the stool he'd pulled up opposite Lucifer.

"I must confess, I've been considering giving you a bit of grief over the state of your dance card. Seems that you've been dancing with everyone but me."

"Perhaps," Lucifer replied. "It is because they have asked."

Oh.

Yeah, that might have had something to do with it.

Aziraphale had the grace to look a little embarassed, as the joke was turned back on him. "Quite," he chuckled. "Although in my defense, I'm not certain I've ever asked anyone to dance."

"And you still have yet to," Lucifer pointed out, leaning back against the bar and looking at the other angel out of the corner of his eye.

Yet another good point. Aziraphale downed the rest of his martini and set the glass aside.

"Well, I'll have to make certain my employer doesn't mind me dancing while I'm supposed to be tending bar, but I don't suppose you'd be so good as to dance with me?"

"Since you asked so nicely..."

With another chuckle, Aziraphale took a moment to clean up behind the bar, and then came around to Lucifer's side.

"Thank you, my dear. I get to lead, of course."

That...might not have been entirely a joke.

Standing up and placing the glass behind him, Lucifer laughed because it was more of a joke than the angel realized. If he wanted to lead, he would need to take it.

Here! (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1757592.html?thread=80980120#t80980120)

The dark shadows are there for your private lounging needs.

Salsa!

Raising an eyebrow at Lucifer's laugh, Aziraphale stepped out onto the dance floor. He was perfectly happy with the Latin music (http://tools.wikimedia.de/~gmaxwell/jorbis/JOrbisPlayer.php?path=TitoPuenteAyMiCuba.ogg&wiki=en) that was playing, but figured that if the Adversary wanted something else, he wouldn't be shy about changing it.

He turned to face the other angel and smiled, holding out his hand. "Please don't hold it against me that I'm not as good at this as James. I haven't learned very many of the newer dances yet."

"As long as I have nothing to fear for my toes." With that Lucifer bowed low to his partner, extending a hand for Aziraphale to take as he took the posture of a lead.

Aziraphale bowed as well, and shook his head in at the suggestion that he couldn't keep his feet to himself. There was a bit of a standoff, however, when Lucifer made it obvious that he wasn't going along with the fact that Aziraphale had called dibs on leading.

"I think you've got yourself a bit backwards," he said, with a cheeky smile.

The music changed, a subtle thing, just the beat getting faster and the bass more pronounced.

"Do I?"

Aziraphale caught the subtle change, and took just a moment to step back and remove his jacket, before returning to his position in front of Lucifer.

"I suspect that you already know this. And I suppose this means I'm not going to be allowed to lead."

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