The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night (08/28)

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

It was Tuesday, which meant Aziraphale was behind the bar at the Nest, polishing glasses and working a crossword all at the same time. And he was in a pretty cheerful mood, thanks to the recent departure of a certain crazy woman in pink.

Tonight's Drink Specials
Celebration
Victory Collins
Happy Ending

[ooc: I'm AFK until later this evening, please mod Musubi in the meantime.]

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Bar

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

If Aziraphale isn't around to serve you, Musubi will be happy to take care of your drink order.

Re: Bar

[demonbelthazor]

Bel, with a wary glance around for Lucifer, walked into the Nest and headed to the bar.

Re: Bar

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale smiled at Bel, and waved his hand toward a barstool.

"What can I get for you this evening, my dear?"

Re: Bar

[demonbelthazor]

Bel slid on to the stool. "Um, a coke is fine," he said. He had legal ID to get alcohol, but somehow ordering it from an angel just seemed wrong.

Re: Bar

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Are you quite sure?" Aziraphale asked, obviously having no qualms whatsoever about serving alcohol to a minor. Ask Kiki.

He did go ahead and get Bel's coke, however. He could always make a drink to go along with it.

"I do hope you're not here drinking because something upsetting has happened?"

Re: Bar

[demonbelthazor]

"No, no," Bel said. "I mean, other than having to leave Friday. I wanted to talk to you because Phoebe told me something about you and Dr. Wilson helping her go to school."

Re: Bar

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson wandered down to the Nest to night in search of scotch! And perhaps a pool table.

Not that he was having naughty thoughts about a pool table .. much ... he just wanted to play.

Seeing Bel at the bar, as he waited for the slow ass bar tender to get his angelic butt over there, Wilson arched an eyebrow and grinned.

"Evening, Bel."

Re: Bar

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The slow-ass bartender would be there in a minute, with a scotch in hand for the impatient-ass customer.

Aziraphale was just a little distracted by the interesting emotions buzzing across the bond.

Re: Bar

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson, playfully, rapped his fingers on the bar, wwaaaaaiiittiiinnngg!

Re: Bar

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"My goodness," Aziraphale teased, setting a glass of scotch in front of the young doctor and grinning. "You're in quite the mood tonight. Do I need to ask Lucifer for permission to lock up early?"

Re: Bar

[demonbelthazor]

"Hey," Bel said, with another nonchalant glance around for Lucifer, since if Phale and Wilson were in the area, there was a good chance Lucifer would be, too.

Re: Bar

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Sometimes!

Though it was the Lightbringer you were talking about, who could choose to be elsewhere just because he could.

Wilson was here to park himself at a pool table...as soon as he got his drink.

Re: Bar

[demonbelthazor]

"How's it going?" Bel asked, sipping at his drink.

Re: Bar

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Silly Bel, coming to the Devil's club and hoping not to run into him?

My, he might has well put a sign on his back for demon-baiting.

"Belthazor."

Re: Bar

[demonbelthazor]

Meep.

"Evening," Bel said, trying to act casual.

Re: Bar

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

And doing an admirable job. Really.

"Good evening to you as well," Lucifer replied, a smirk fixed upon his face.

Re: Bar

[demonbelthazor]

What did one say to the devil? Hi, how's it going? That was ridiculous.

"What's up?" Bel said, then did a mental facepalm. That wasn't any better, really. But he was just a tad flustered.

Re: Bar

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale was keeping a close eye on the conversation, although also maintaining a polite distance.

He just really didn't want to have to get between Lucifer and an angry little-sister-witch.

Lounge

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Perhaps there's a devil lurking about. Or perhaps there's just the pool table.

Re: Lounge

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

After teasing Phale (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/2006474.html?thread=90686922#t90686922) mercilessly and speaking with Bel, Wilson took himself off to the lounge to play some pool.

Re: Lounge

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Oh, as if the teasing had stopped once Wilson left the bar!

Aziraphale kept his distance for a good long while, but really, it was next to impossible for him to watch all that stretching and bending and not want to be over there with his mate.

So on the pretext of bringing the young doctor a refill on his scotch, the angel walked across the club and joined him at the pool table. "Thought you might be getting thirsty, with the workout you've been giving that cue."

Re: Lounge

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Straightening up, Wilson held the cue loosely and chalked up the tip.

Which only meant that he had to purse his lips and blow across the tip.

"Just a few practice shots," he said innocently.

Re: Lounge

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The angel swallowed. Because he had a tickle in his throat. Really.

"Quite. Although I hardly think you need practice, James love."

He took a sip of the scotch, despite having brought it over for Wilson.

Dance Floor

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

When the angel is in a good mood, there's big band on the jukebox.

OOC

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

I'll be back around 8ish EST!