Sorcerers of the Magic Kingdom

Oh, it's fine. [he was listening from te other room and comes to give Crowley a kiss on the cheek]

After all, demons should hide on this day and not give the nasty saint a two fingered salute by getting smashed at some bar just to show how much they don't care. [he offered Crowley a smile] Right?

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Tch.

[ That was a manipulative master work accompanied by the sweetest symphony of a kiss... and it had also made a fine point. No one could give long dead Saints two-fingered salutes better than he could. ]

Put down the colored water Micheal and ask the bartender for a Snakebite.

[ Yukon Jack and lime juice. It seemed a simple enough drink but Yukon Jack was a sickly-sweet drink and mixed with the lime juice it would pack a wallop of sweet and sour that would knock anyone off their stool. Also left one with a nice buzz. ]

Its more fitting for the occasion anyway. I'll have one once I get there.

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Wooooo! Angel for the win! C'mon, Crowley! You've got some catching up to do!

[Eleanor... Nearly falls off her bar stool. But she grabs the edge of the bar to save herself. She laughs and waves down the bartender.]

Yo! Three snakebites!

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[only three? Well, he isn't going to argue. He'll just offer a little smile and go back to what he was reading]

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[ Two straws? ]

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[Hey, dude, the more the merrier! She... Still has her margarita to finish, anyway.]

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[being not a mind reader of any capacity, he is going to pretend to be content with his book until someone says something]

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[It takes a moment for her to realize he's still reading. (Why is the mirror still on? Who the fuck knows. She's too drunk for this shit.)]

Yo! Azi... Ra... Uh... Angel face! Put down th' book and join us!

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[ Was it still on? Oh. Musta left he mirror on the table when he wandered off to grab his jacket. Crowley palmed the thing and looked back to the bookworm. ]

You can't tell me you would rather read than have a Snakebite?

[ An eyebrow arched temptingly giving that just a little hint at a deeper meaning. ]

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[that got an evil giggle out of Michael as he unceremoniously poured out the remainder of his nasty green beer in an empty pretzel bowl. that earned a sour look from the bartender, but at least the bowl had been empty, and they were well-paying customers. Michael had developed a reputation for coming in the day after and leaving copious tips to atone for Drunk Him's previous behavior, after all.]

Yeah, if you don't come one of us will end up taking it for you, probably.

[he nudged Eleanor with one elbow, a gesture which nearly unseated them both from their stools, and stage-whispered about as loudly as a demon failing at being discreet could do]

See? I'm teasing him so he'll get all huffy and come have fun with us. He never thinks he'll have fun until he actually gets here. Works like a charm.

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Not if you say it out loud, it doesn't. [but he's pleased as punch to be invited.]

I do rather enjoy snakebites so I suppose I can join you. [he stretches arms and wings and then stands]

Let's go, sweetheart. [and he smacks Crowley on the rear with the book as he goes to fetch his coat]

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[ Acting as if he had just been mortally wounded by such a violent attack he just stared after the angel aghast... ]

Sweetheart?

[ It's one thing in private Aziraphale but in front of the guys...? ]

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[Eleanor caught that and she's finally fallen off her bar stool because she's laughing her ass off.]

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Don't like it? [he shoots Crowley a smirk over his shoulder, then comes back and slides a finger along his jaw.] Then prove me wrong.

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[ A demonic snarl rumbled up from some where deep within but with that laughter ringing through the mirror until he flicked it off he stalked away from those naughty fingers to hold open the door. ]

I'll drink you under the table.

[ He didn't hate it. ]

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[maybe he didn't, but despite the snarl making his wings fluff, he couldn't help but want to smooth the demon's feathers, even a little. He met him by the door and smiled at him before leaning in to press a kiss to that mouth]

I look forward to it.

[then took Crowley's hand in his and tugged him out into the hall]

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[ It wasn't too long before they were walking into the front door of the bar, hand-in-hand and likely paying each others eyes more attention than the silly laughingly drunk Eleanor on the floor and her very green demon... at least until the first shot was offered up. They had to at least have a hand free to collect that! ]

How long have you two been out here?

[ So asked with a toast of the Snakebite before he downed the shot in one go and made an appropriately scrunched face at it's sourness. ]

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Michael had, in the interim, attempted to help Eleanor up off the floor and ended up down there with her. His empty shot glass was in his hand as he waved it at Crowley and Aziraphale in greeting.

"Oh, since about ... what was that time you made that really horrible joke about, Eleanor, the dentist one?"

Tooth hurty.

"Pull up some floor, it's surprisingly comfortable and only a little sticky. Almost smells like Eleanor's favorite scent, too."

Edited Date: 2020-04-02 12:50 am (UTC)

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Certainly he will not! But a click of the fingers produces a low table that's only slightly grumpy looking about the face and a set of cushions for them to sit on. He orders a tasteful Strawberry Daiquiri for himself from the disgruntled barman and smiles at his friends.

"You both look half sloshed already."

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A Strawberry Daiquiri... two more Snakebites were ordered and after he took a seat on one of those pillows he subtly switched the daiquiri for the snakebite. He didn't take it away, the more powerful drink was simply sitting in front of the fruity pink thing with the cocktail umbrella.

"Full sloshed. You don't get more sloshed than ending up rolling around on the floor."

Edited Date: 2020-04-02 01:59 am (UTC)

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Hey, guys, Eleanor wouldn't still be on the floor if Michael hadn't joined her and made it very hard to get up. She crawls over to the new table and sits on one of those cushions. What? It looks much comfier than the floor.

She grinned at her friends, narrowly resisting the urge to take that daiquiri for herself. "Heeyyyy I'm jus' still down here 'cause there wasn't anyone to help me up."

A pause.

"Waaaaaaaaaaait Michael... are you saying my favorite scent is bar floor funk?"

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"I am trying very hard not to think about funk, floor or otherwise. Wasn't that your style of music, dear?" A glance at Crowley. He picked up the snake bite, since, well, it was there and all and he may as well drink what was in front of him and knocked it back. It was sour as anything and the alcohol charged through his system like a mad bull but he had trained his expression for over six thousand years and so didn't let a flicker of it show through.

"Not bad." A faint smirk at Michael. "And how many daiquiris have you had?"

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"Oh." Michael pouted as he realized he'd been left alone. Floor, party of one. He rolled awkwardly onto his side, a tangle of green limbs, and pulled himself onto the last remaining pillow. Once he'd been righted, the pout summarily disappeared, and he smiled patiently at Eleanor.

"No. Waterpark vomit," he clarified, calm as anything, before addressing Aziraphale. "No daiquiris. Four disgusting green beers, and a snakebite. But whatever that is," with a point at the daiquiri, "I want to try one. It looks .... what's the word you always use. Scummy."

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"Scummy's the word."

Crowley agreed... and then pretended he hadn't just taken a sip from the thing when no one was looking his way. Pink was a bad look for a demon.

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Michael asked for a daiquiri, and was presented with options. Lime coconut sounded good: he remembered hearing some song once about limes and coconuts and drinking. Maybe that was what they'd been talking about. And the lime was green! So it still counted. He accepted the frothy, pale yellow concoction from the bartender and held it aloft.

"What do they say, again? Oh, right! Cheers!"

Someone down the street noodled out a few particular chords on the piano outside the opera house. Huh.

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