001 || Enter one angel, stage left

[defenderofducks]

[A:  Action: 1487 Kramden Street]

[Aziraphale wakes up rather suddenly.  The fact that he was asleep in the first place startles him; unlike Crowley, he could never really get the hang of it.  He doesn't really remember going to sleep, let alone going to sleep in a bed.  Surprise turns into panic when he finds someone beside him, but he slides out

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C, of course

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley's "busy" polishing a glass when a tweed clad arm slides into view. For a moment he thinks it's Rupert Giles, but as he looks up to see familiar curly blonde hair over a familiar nose. He drops the glass on the floor and it shatters, but he couldn't be arsed to do anything about that.]

Aziraphale?! What in the bloody blazes are you doing here?!

C for Crowley. <3

[defenderofducks]

[Flinching at the glass, Aziraphale looks up, before his eyes widen. Well of all the people to find here... A smile lights up his face and for the first time a spark of hope fills him. Well then. Perhaps it won't be too bad.]

Something I've been asking myself all day, dear. [He takes the demon in, and then realises that he's on the wrong side of the bar.] Are you working?

As well it should be.

[eyesofaserpent]

How long have you been here? You great, bloody idiot. Why did you get yourself dragged into this hell hole too?

[He starts mixing up a cocktail for the angel. Into a shaker with ice goes an ounce of scotch, an ounce of sweet vermouth, and ounce of cherry brandy, and an ounce of orange juice. He caps it and shakes it and pours the cocktail into a martini glass with a maraschino cherry at the bottom. He slides it over to Aziraphale.]

Er... Yes, I'm working. This town likes to make sure it's unwilling citizens are just as productive as the drones.

<33

[defenderofducks]

It's lovely to see you too. [He smiles at him despite the sarcasm, watching as he starts to make him a drink.] I'm afraid I didn't have much of a choice.

[Taking the glass with a smile, he sips from it.] Not bad. [Aziraphale pauses, looking at Crowley.] Have you... been here for a long time? [As far as Aziraphale knows he saw the demon yesterday, but, well, he seems pretty settled here and if people can be pulled from different dimensions, different times doesn't seem like much of a stretch.]

[eyesofaserpent]

No, I suppose you didn't. [He frowns a bit, staring at Aziraphale a long time.]

I've been here since May. It's December now, so I guess that means I've been here for seven months.

[He has yet to even consider that the angel could possibly be from a different time frame as him.]

[defenderofducks]

Seven months?! [That's longer than Aziraphale really thought. He doesn't want to be stuck here that long!] Have you been all right?

[eyesofaserpent]

More or less, considering the crap this town puts you through.

Mmm... You just got here, so I should probably tell you that by all counts, you're human right now. No wings, no halo, no powers, nothing. In time, the town will award you the "gift" of pieces of who you once were or possessions you once had.

For example, I have my body and my car. I can also change my shape, walk through fire, and sneak about. But I can't change my suit into something modern instead of this dated crap and I can't hypnotize people... It's rather frustrating at times.

But I'm grateful to have my eyes back... Those green ones were bloody obnoxious.

[defenderofducks]

[It take this a moment to sink in, and Aziraphale frowns at Crowley.] Green eyes? [That's rather hard to imagine, but he's used to Crowley as he is.]

Nothing at all? [He shifts, but it's hard to tell if his wings are there or not when they're winched in, and he doesn't really want to unleash them in an open bar.] I think that suit is rather stylish myself.

[eyesofaserpent]

Yep. They were green with round pupils. And very disturbing.

[He lets out a small sigh of annoyance.]

Of course you do, Angel. It's like you are finally dropped into the right time period.