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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[Sees the man slouch down.

The older man has a cigarette burning in the ash tray, a drinking glass and a bottle of vodka.

He asks for another glass and puts it infront of the stranger. Pouring him a drink.]

You look like you need this more than me.

My treat. It is not good vodka, but it works.

[defenderofducks]

Oh, um, thank you.

[He might look soft, but the angel takes the glass and downs it without so much as a wince. He gives the man a smile as he sets it back down on the bar.]

It's not too bad. I've had worse. [Or, at least, it would be impolite to say anything else.]

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I've had worse too. Still takes bad.

[Pours the man another. Then drinking and pouring himself more.]

I had good vodka once. Someone gave as gift. It was trick, but vodka was good.

[defenderofducks]

Hmm, is that so? [Discreetly, Aziraphale waves his hand by the glass before lifting it again, attempting to miracle it into a better vodka, but when he sips from it this time it's still just as bad and he frowns faintly to himself. Putting that aside to ponder later, he gives another smile.]

Sorry, I'm Zira Fell. I just arrived here, as you can probably tell.

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Yes, but I am fairly new myself.

[He drinks some more.]

Zira Fell, well met.

I am Mr. Czernobog, though the town wishes to call me Mr. Bog.

[defenderofducks]

Oh? Where do you come from.

[He gives a little smile as well, and nods.] Which would you prefer?

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Chicago. I came to states long time ago.

My people are from Eastern Europe. Also long time ago.

[Thinks on this one.]

Mr. Czernobog, it will warn me who is us and who is them.

[defenderofducks]

I can't say I ever really got on with America myself. I've visited once or twice, but I find the locals to be... [he wrinkles his nose a little in distaste as he looks for a suitable word.] Too enthusiastic for my tastes.

[That sounds like a good idea, and Aziraphale considers it himself, but he's used to wearing a second name around 'humans', and decides to leave it for now.]

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I come over with plenty of poor immigrants looking for oppurtunity and to run away from things back home.

[Like the violent spread of Christianity, but that was the old days.]

You go where you have to sometimes.

Where are you from?

[defenderofducks]

[Well the 'violent' spread of Christianity isn't something that Aziraphale would claim for, but certainly not something that he would entirely disapprove of.]

London. [He brightens a little, still half in the stage where it hasn't entirely sunk in that he won't be back in his bookshop tomorrow.] I have a bookshop in Soho.

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London. Is good place. Tad dreary but good place.

What sort of books do you sell?

[defenderofducks]

I wouldn't say dreary! Sometimes it can be a little rainy, but even in the rain it has it's good points.

...[He winces faintly at 'sell'] I collect old books. First editions, prophecies, bible errata, that kind of thing.

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Even in the sun it has it's bad, too.

But you would know more of it than I. I have spent most of life in same area.

[He nods his head, listening to that list.]

You collect occult things. Ever hear of my name?

It is old name. Usually spelled different but pronounced same.