fandomtownies | Devil's Nest, Wednesday Night 8/15

Kabuto is here to make drinks...or you can mod Musubi for speedy service, as I'm still feeling under the weather.

For all your lounge needs.

And there was Lucifer, utilizing it for his lounge needs and playing the piano.

Lucifer might, occasionally, be getting a glasses-magnified glare at the back of his head.

Which was noticed and then ignored. Poor boy, couldn't handle the truth.

Phoebe came into the Nest, looking around.

And Bel was right behind her. He'd been here once or twice, and it was a nice change from Caritas. Minus the free drinks he got when Phoebe was working, of course.

Wilson was out of town, probably getting drunk and/or in trouble. Definitely not in a very good mood.

Aziraphale needed alcohol.

Although he was a bit surprised to walk in the door and see Phoebe and Bel standing there.

"Oh! Hullo!"

Phoebe grinned at her big brother and hugged him. "Hi!"

"Hey," Bel said. "What's an angel doing in a place called the Devil's Nest?"

Chuckling, Aziraphale returned Phoebe's embrace, and grinned at Bel. "Well, for starters, I tend bar on Tuesdays. But I didn't expect to see the two of you here."

Oh wait. Okay, maybe he should have. "I'm sure Mr Anders will be just fine. James would never think to get them into...trouble..." Yeeeaah. "So, can I buy the two of you a drink?"

"I believe," Lucifer said, standing up from the piano. "That we do in fact card our customers here."

And a cute pout would not work on Lucifer.

"And I think that right now alcohol would be bad for me as I would storm Umbridges office and... bad plan. Pomegranate juice and sprite is good for me."

Besides, she had vodka at home and if she really needed alcohol... well... she did work at Caritas.

"I'll have a beer," Bel said. "I'm 22." He produced ID that said so. It was demon-provided ID so not quite entirely real, but he really was 22.

He blinked at Lucifer, feeling strangely like he should bow or something.

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After running a half mile from the dive back towards the causeway, Anders and Wilson had settled back to a bit of a walking stagger and finished the rest of their whiskey, toasting themselves for escaping the evil bikers.

By the time they got back on Fandom they were out of whiskey and just feeling hyped up enough to want ... more alcohol.

Stumbling through the door, Wilson completely missed the figures in the lounge as he held the door for Anders.

"Ssshhhh, we can get more here and then ...uh...drink it!"

Gee, he was a genius!

"Drink it," repeated Anders, doubled over and snickering too hard to notice the figures either. "'stead of spittin' it on people, 'cause that's bad but motorcycle dominos is a fun game!"

Bel glanced over at the familiar voices.

And blinked.

"Well, I'd like to say the same about James, certainly, but he's just that stubborn, you know."

At that moment, he realized that the topic of conversation was, in fact, practically under their noses.

"James love?"

Lucifer had watched the pair since their arrival. Trying to sneak about in the devil's place was just foolish after all.

"James, Mr. Anders."

Wilson, who was about half way across the bar, despite Musubi being deliberately in his way, fell back almost onto his butt. Luckily he bumped into Anders instead.

"Lucy-fer," he exclaimed with a drunk grin. "Evening, Rap-ale." Both angels got finger wiggles.

"Oooo, Bel-thor!"

The finger wiggles set Anders off into a fresh fit of totally not giggling.

"Ooooh, look, 's my boyfriend," he slurred happily, staggering sideways at the impact and reaching in what was vaguely Bel's direction. "An' my girlfriend, an' . . . hi, Mis'r Phale, Mis'r Loos'fer!"

Bel caught Anders and kept him upright. "What the hell?" he said. "You smell like a cheap bar."

And then, responding instinctively to the feel of Lucifer's eyes on them, Bel seized Anders by the back of his shirt and yanked him against him as a definite showing of "mine."

"Oh good Heavens, you're both drunk off your arses!"

Aziraphale jumped up and caught Wilson so that he didn't fall over when Bel yanked Anders out of the way. If the movement also put himself and Wilson between Bel and Lucifer, well...he knew quite well how the Adversary tended to react to a challenge.

"No more for either of you. For HIS sake, James, you do smell like a cheap bar!"