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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael wanders in with a large roll of duct tape in one hand, a book tucked under his arm, and carrying an exceedingly battered leather briefcase. He sticks the tape into his mouth when he reaches the Bar, orders a cup of apple tea, and makes his way over to a table*

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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley drops into a seat, slings his jacket over the next, hooks his ankles around the legs of his chair, and filches a sip of the angel's tea*

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

The trek all the way over to the bar was just too much for you, was it?

[aj_crawley]

Yes. I've just flown uncounted miles to be with you.

*he rests his chin on the tabletop*

I am very weary.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*the grin on Aziraphael's face is quite ridiculous, and he reaches over to pat the top of Crowley's head*

What can I get you, my dear?

[aj_crawley]

*smugly*

Tea? And something vaguely biscuity.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael heads off to the bar and comes back with tea and 'something vaguely biscuity'. It is to biscuits what cocktails with names like the 'copacobana' are to drinks. It's pink. Biscuits shouldn't be pink.

He places them in front of Crowley and starts hunting for the end of the duct tape*

[aj_crawley]

*chin still on the table, he decides to ignore the Copacobana Digestive for the moment, choosing instead to peer curiously over the top of his sunglasses*




Whatcha doing?

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*he answers distractedly, picking at the end of the tape with his terribly neat nails*

Fixing my newest acquisition.

[aj_crawley]

*his eyes flicker over to the briefcase lying on the table*

You didn't pay money for that.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Two pounds and fifty pence in Oxfam. Isn't it marvellous?

*he manages to get hold of the end of the tape, and is so excited by his accomplishment that he drops the roll, which disappears under the table*

Oh dash it all!

[aj_crawley]

And... you're fixing it with duct tape.

*there's the smallest flicker of horror in Crowley's eyes*

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

On the inside, yes. It's very strong, you know.

[aj_crawley]

You could just...

*he waves a hand in a vague motion that's presumably meant to convey the act of miracling*

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard marvels at Aziraphael's skill of being able to order something while holding a roll of ducttape in his mouth.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*the angel nods a greeting at him, spitting the duct tape out*

Afternoon, deat boy, how are you?

[go-between.livejournal.com]

He smiles.

"I'm very well, thanks. How are you?"

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Really quite marvellous, actually, thank you. It's all summery, and the world is treating me quite well. I'm terribly chuffed.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

"Yes, it's been going very well for me too. Sort of makes me wonder what will blow up next."

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

... I'd berate you for cynicism if I weren't so afraid you might be right. But I am hoping that nothing goes too terribly wrong- it's summer, horrible things aren't allowed when the sun is shining.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

He laughs.

"The blow-ups are amusing as often as they're terrible. I'm not too worried. And yes, the sunshine is wonderful. Maybe we should have another lake party soon."

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

You should speak to Bernard about it- they are rather marvellous.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

"I think I'll do that. The lake should be naturally warm by June, so we wouldn't even have to bother the magic users for much."

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Well I don't know that it will ever be able to claim 'warm', but somewhere above freezing is always pleasant.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

If you don't have to break ice to swim then it's warm.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

You're clearly a hardier man than I, my dear.