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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways]

*Aziraphael's humming to himself as he enters the bar, a sunny smile on his face. Occasionally a snippet of lyrics can be heard, and he frowns and stops singing, faintly annoyed at himself, but it's not terribly long before he starts up again, completely unawares*

Many a thing you feel you ought to tell her,
tiddly-om-pom
many a thing she ought to understand...

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

You should indulge more often, dear boy - although then I fear we would have to find something entirely more luxurious for special occasions, and turn into decadent wretches.

And I do so hate giving Crowley reason to be smug.

[young_tmriddle]

I think perhaps I shall try to so more often.

How are you and Crowley? I fear I've been remiss in keeping up with either of you.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

We're very well, actually. I don't know if you'd heard that Adam's working for me now? Have you met him?

He's. Er. The antichrist, as it happens.

He's staying in Crowley's old flat.

[young_tmriddle]

The... Antichrist? Really?

Well... I suppose there's no better place for him than with an angel.

I've not met him, I don't believe. He's not set upon bringing about any Apocalypses, is he?

*Tom takes another sip of Atlantean and hopes against any kind of apocalypse, because really, that would a most unpleasant turn of events.*

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Not recently, no. I rather think he's put all that behind him.

[young_tmriddle]

Well, I know something of that.

Another toast, I think - here's to putting your past behind you.

*He raises the glass. Mmmm... Atlantean.*

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael laughs*

I can't say that that's a toast that applies particularly to me, but I shall drink to the future at least.

And do be careful with that stuff, my dear.

[young_tmriddle]

No more for me. Just a little sip. Can't be drunk - Door gets quite cross if I come home in my cups.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*he sighs*

That girl needs to learn to have more fun.

[young_tmriddle]

*He grins.*

Well, s'only cos she'd rather have joined in. She only gets a little cross. Mostly she just calls me by my full name and then shags me senseless.

*He looks in horror at the angel.*

Er.

Bloody Atlantean.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*the angel snorts into his glass*

[young_tmriddle]

So. Um. Yes.

*He thinks desperately for a different subject. Something. Anything.*

Bernard! He had a surprise birthday party Thursday - Door, Ingress, and I managed to drop by for a bit.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Goodness, did he indeed? I must have just missed that. I popped in to give him his present, but I didn't see any sign of a party. Rather a shame, really.

[young_tmriddle]

It was rather unusual. Have you met Lilly? American girl?

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

No, I'm afraid I haven't. Roland mentioned her to me briefly.

[young_tmriddle]

She's a most unique person - she apparently organized the birthday. It was a different kind of party.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*he looks interested*

Oh?

[young_tmriddle]

She had this young man called Xander there dressed as a girl... and stripping.

It was quite a sight to see. In the kind of "Oh dear God, my eyes" way.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

...suddenly I'm terribly relieved that I had the misfortune to miss it, I confess.

[young_tmriddle]

As I said, it was most unusual.

*He's had enough time for the Atlantean to absorb. Only now he finds the events of the week and the alcohol in his bloodstream have conspired to make him extremely tired.*

Aziraphael, I think I'm going to say good night for now. I'm knackered.

It was such a pleasure to speak with you, though.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

You too, Tom. It's always marvellous to see you, and I do hope we'll speak again soon.