This Keeps Happening ...

[b_c_draygon]

This week has quite possibly been the busiest of my life. :/ In a good way, though! I've been seeing friends, spending time with family, seeing family that I've not seen in/won't see again for ages, watching musicals, baking cake ... lots of good things! I'll make a post about this week at a later stage.

HoweverTonight is a Tuesday. Tuesday night

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Part 2

[zolac_no_miko]

Crowley credits the invention of strip poker largely to the tandem invention of wood alcohol.
The pyramids were popping up here and there, and embalmers were falling over themselves left and right to give the dead better treatment than the living. When one discovers some toxic gunk that keeps his dead guy jucier than the competition’s, the Snake decides that trying to drink it is probably a terrible idea. So he does. Mostly because Aziraphale thinks it’ll be a terrible idea.
“’S not like I have any organs to pickle,” he slurs, waving the earthenware jug in the Angel’s face. “At least,” he frowns, prodding his stomach with a finger, “I don’t think I do.”
“That’s disgusting,” sniffs the Angel, tapping his carved lapis game piece idly on the board. Senet. Not actually poker, but close enough if you lay bets. Also, considerably more morbid.
“You’re just saying that because my side can hold our liquor better.”
And so, ten minutes later.
“This stuff is disgusting!” Aziraphale hiccupped happily, nearly knocking the demon around the head as he gestured with the jar.
“Well it is used to preserve people,” agreed Crowley.
“Uhuh.”
“Dead people.”
“Yup.”
“An’ you know what dead people don’t have?”
“Uhhhh…” Aziraphale thought he could see where this was headed, but there seemed to be a lot of fuzz in the way of his brain.
“Souls. There are lots of souls just floating around. And here we are, playing a game about them. We should really bet”-
“No. Bad. Lalalala!” The Angel had his hands over his ears and his eyes closed. “I’m not hearing this.”
“How about clothes?”
“Pardon?”
“Clothes. You lose, you lose an item of clothing. And so on.”
“That’s ridiculous!”
Crowley grinned big. “You’re just saying that because my side looks better naked.”
And so, ten minutes later.