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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night (08/14)

Aziraphale made short work of readying the club, writing up the specials, and putting the music on the jukebox. Then he settled on a stool behind the bar and poured himself a glass of the strongest Scotch Lucifer had in stock.

He figured he'd earned it today.

Today's Drink Specials:
Nutty Bitch
Winds of War martini
French Revolution

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One free drink for anyone suffering from a certain Temporary Interim Principal's hexing habits.

Well he certainly hadn't been hexed, but if there wasn't a free drink for the owner of the club, something was terribly wrong with the world.

There was indeed a free drink for said owner, as Aziraphale even on his worst day knew better than to try and charge the Devil for his own liquor.

The angel set out a second glass of scotch. "I didn't smite anyone today," he stated.

Which Lucifer picked up, swirling the gold liquid before tilting his head at Aziraphale's rather interesting statement.

"Terribly sorry?"

"In this case, congratulations may be in order," Aziraphale replied dryly. "I rather think I exercised an impressive level of self-restraint."

Lucifer was sure he did. "Referring to leek incident, I presume?"

Aziraphale nodded. "That, and the fact that my 'little sister' has apparently spent the last I don't know how many days unable to speak."

There was a definite edge of anger to his voice, and he took another swallow of scotch. "Bloody bitch."

Ah, yes. Miss Halliwell.

Taking a sip of the Scotch, Lucifer watched Aziraphale closely. Anger was an interesting look on him. "And yet you did not-" He smirked at the phrasing. "-smite her."

"Believe me, I wanted to."

There was a time when that in itself would have bothered Aziraphale. But it appeared that time was past, because he seemed more upset over the fact that he couldn't than the fact that he wanted to.

"I redecorated her office instead. Tartan. I have no idea why, just a strange whim, I suppose. I had to do something, and it seemed the sort of thing that would irritate her."

"And are you feeling better about it now?"

"Not as much better as if I'd gone ahead and shaken her until her teeth fell out," Aziraphale admitted. "But a little, yes. "Also, James made biscuits and tea."

He gave Lucifer a little smile. "I suppose I'm a soft touch."

"Exercising control is not a soft touch," Lucifer replied. "If it was, I dare say I would be accused of being too kind."

"Well, actually I meant the biscuits and tea," Aziraphale chuckled, leaning his chin on his hand. "But I would hate to be present when someone indulged in the foolishness of calling you 'too kind'."

He tilted his head back and downed the rest of the scotch. "Fancy getting out of town for a spell?"

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "Now?"

"Well, after the club is closed, of course. But yes, tonight. Just for a few hours."

It was rather an unusual step for Aziraphale, inviting Lucifer out like this. Especially as he had a rather unlikely destination in mind.

"If you would like," Lucifer replied, bowing his head politely.

It was on the tip of Aziraphale's tongue to assert that it was also if Lucifer liked, when he reminded himself that if the Adversary had been disinclined to go, he'd have simply said as much.

So with a smile, the angel nodded. "How do you feel about London?"

"London?" Lucifer asked, making a point to appear to be thinking it over. "It has been some time since I was there."

"I can't promise it'll be exciting, but if nothing else, I do know where there are some very nice places to eat."

Which was pretty much how he navigated himself around most of the world's cities, now that he thought about it.

"Which is quite enough excitement for me," Lucifer replied dryly. Anymore and one of them would have to end up dead, if their previous trips were any indication.

Good point.

"Quite," Aziraphale chuckled. "I wonder if the owner would mind us closing a bit early tonight."

Lucifer glanced around the club. "I think perhaps you could sneak out a bit early. The owner doesn't seem to be around to notice your absence."

"Perhaps if I promise to make it up to him, he won't mind," Aziraphale suggested, with a mischievous grin. "Really, he's an awfully understanding fellow, you know. Very...kind hearted."

"I have heard that."

Why yes, Aziraphale would pay for that comment. Later.

Aziraphale had no doubt that he would.

"Just let me get see to locking the doors then, and we can be off. If you trust me to choose where we're headed, that is."

It was said in a teasing tone, but Aziraphale knew the idea of trust was a weighty topic. Which was the reason he'd been so specific about the sort of trust he was asking for.

Lucifer simply gave him an amused look, turning away as he finished his glass of Scotch. "I would not have agreed to go if I did not."

"No, I suppose you wouldn't have," Aziraphale murmured.

He watched Lucifer for a moment, his expression thoughtful, and then moved away to clear the bar.

"Woah Man, heavy specials."

"I thought it an appropriate theme," Aziraphale replied, with a little wry twist of his lips.

"Oh no, are we goin' to war again Man?"

"In a manner of speaking, Mr Beach, we are already at war." Aziraphale cocked his head at Leo. "Would you like a drink?"

"I think I'd better Man. Who's it this time? Germany? Vietnam? Trolls?" Did he need to hightail it to Canada?

"Umbridge."

Aziraphale spoke the name as if it carried a terrible taste. "Do you have a preference? One of the specials, or something else?"

"I don't think I've heard of them." Leo pondered. "Is that in Europe? Oh, uh, let's start with the French Revolution." ~~though the Nutty Bitch sounds rather tasty. not dirty~~

With a nod, Aziraphale put together Leo's drink. "Not a them, a she. The interim principal at the school. Horrid woman."

"Oh yeah! I've hard rumblings about that chick Man. I haven't met her though."

"Count yourself lucky," Aziraphale muttered, placing the drink in front of Leo. "I had to restrain myself from doing violence."

"You?" Leo was shocked. He'd always thought Phale was a mellow guy.

Normally, Leo would have been right. Umbridge just happened to be especially talented in getting on a person's bad side.

"Quite," he said dryly. "She can't be got rid of fast enough for my satisfaction. I'd banish her myself if it weren't likely to get me into more trouble than I'm prepared to bother with at the moment."

"Heavy Man. Is there anything I can do to help?" ~~Dude, someone must sneak her some of Leo's special brownies.~~

"Myself, I intend to stay away from her unless she threatens my family again. And that's the advice I'd offer anyone." Aziraphale smiled ruefully. "On the other hand, I've also been encouraging people to rebel against her, so I suppose I'm rather contradicting myself. I would certainly suggest that if you happen to run into her, be quite careful what you say. She's awfully trigger-happy with a hex."

Leo winced. "I'll definitely do that."

Pretend there's a certain smug face on those pool balls.

Or lurk. There's always lurking.

The music has been randomly chosen for one specific quality: it's LOUD.

...

SEXYASS

Indeed!

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