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The Devil's Nest, Sunday Night

There was a cat at the bar tonight. A gray, slightly angry looking cat lay stretched out on the bar, like he owned the place.

Musubi stood behind him, clearly amused by the situation, ready to take drink orders. And see if anyone tried to pet him. Had she been a nicer demon, she would have gotten bandages ready for such an event.

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Musubi idly played with the idea of teasing him with a scarf. Just to see how catlike he'd become, of course.

After a lazy afternoon of sleeping in and grocery shopping and other mundane mortal things, Wilson left Aziraphale composing what exactly he wanted to say to HIM when he finally screwed up the courage to talk to the Father.

So he was headed down to the Nest.

To the Nest and to the bar where he eyed the kitty with an arched brow and then nodded to Musubi.

"Good evening, Musubi. May I have a glass of white wine? Dry and chilled, please."

Notice, he did not get too close to the cranky kitty.

Musubi bowed her head, moving away from the angry ninja turned kitty and retrieved a particularly nice Riesling.

"Will this work for my lord?"

Leaning his hands against the bar, not too close to the kitty, Wilson eyed the label and date and then nodded with a warm smile.

"That would be wonderful, thank you."

Rieslings were not always dry enough to his taste but the right vintage and vintner could put out the perfect balance and it was a nice change of pace from a chardoney or a fume blanc.

There was a low mrraow from the cat's end of the bar. His tail lashed about and ears went back ever so slightly, but Kabuto made no move near the doctor.

Musubi gave him a look and poured Wilson a glass of wine, leaving the bottle there for him. "A pleasure to serve you."

As he reached for the glass, her address of 'my lord' sunk in and he took a breath as if to correct her but then shook it off.

Different cultures. Very different cultures.

Giving the annoyed feline a polite bow of his head, Wilson picked up the bottle and headed for the lounge.

No cats there, sadly.

No cats, which probably made it safe for mortal doctors.

Drawing the fingers of one hand lightly along the polished wood of the piano, Wilson headed deeper into the lounge. He set himself up at a high table and in short order was racking up pool balls with practiced ease.

Standing for a moment with cue stick in one hand, glass of wine in the other, Wilson indulged in a healthy sip of the wine before approaching the table. Soon the shadows echoed with the soft crack of the balls against each other as the mortal played.

Nor here. Though there might be a hairball or two.

Kabu-Kitty!

You enjoyed this far, far too much XD

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The Devil's Nest, Sunday Night

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The Lounge

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The Dance Floor

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