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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*In the doorway, Crowley and a small blonde woman appear. She's holding tightly to his hand, but as soon as she's taken a seat in a booth he bows his head slightly, grinning, and heads to the bar. She watches him, chewing her lip thoughtfully*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Huh.

How do you mean, 'checking on things'?

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Well there was a slight... attempted Apocalypse.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

...Ah.


Think I heard about that. Somewhat.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Oh, it all worked out fine in the end. We just wanted to ensure it stayed that way.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

And did it?

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Well... so far. The world is still intact. But Adam and his friends have been in.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Adam? I don't think I've met him. Who're his friends?

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Er...

*she looks blank for a moment*

Pepper, Brian and... some kind of cheese.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

...Cheese?

*He thinks*

You know, I met a kid named Brian. Weird little fucker. Always seems a little stoned, frankly.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Bernard!

Is that sort of language entirely appropriate? I'm a lady!

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He fixes her with a sardonic look*

Only at the moment.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Well yes, admittedly, but I'm a priss the rest of the time in any case.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard Says Nothing.*

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*she pats his cheek fondly*

You're learning.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

No, I've just got a remarkable sense of self-preservation.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. I might go all exterminator on you.

'I'll be returning shortly', all that kind of thing.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*A blank look.*




...Huh?

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*she pats his arm*

Never mind, never mind. Pop culture.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He rolls his eyes and sighs*

I'll never get caught up.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael leans closer and lowers her voice*

I'm afraid, Bernard, that we can't all be hip.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He nods to his new Bob Dylan records CDs, and grins*

I'm pretty happy as I am.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael grins and, revelling in the opportunity, reaches over to squeeze his hand*

I'm pleased for you.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He squeezes back, unaccountably nervous.*

Really?

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Very much so. I'm not without my doubts, I won't lie to you, but...

*she flushes slightly*

This is going to sound terribly silly, and Crowley would no doubt laugh. I think it's one of the side products of being an angel but I do know. Love, I mean. I know it when I see it.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His cheeks are perhaps a little pink, too, and he laughs ruefully.*

Damn.

And here I was, thinking that all my subtlety was paying off. You probably knew for some time.