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[katoustheshit]

Katou had four options. a) He could wait until both Mr. Fell and Crowley had left Club 33, break in, and steal some liquor. b) He could wait until Crowley left, and try to convince Mr. Fell he was someone else and get some liquor. c) He could do be, but with Crowley. d) He could do be but with both of them

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[soho_angel]

Aziraphale likewise had a few options when he opened the door to a person who looked like Cayce, but clearly was not (she lacked the distinctive mark which Crowley had given her, for one thing, but even without that giveaway it wouldn't have been difficult to pick up the difference in the visitor's energy signature.) He considered for a moment calling out the imposter at once, but that might limit his chance to discover who it really was and what they were up to

[katoustheshit]

"Oh, I just came to see Crowley," he said. He wasn't actually sure if Cayce called Crowley Crowley, but well, he was going to have to call him something. "Is he in?"

[soho_angel]

"Not at the moment, I fear," the angel said pleasantly, stepping aside, "but you are more than welcome to come in for tea and wait."

[katoustheshit]

Katou gave Mr. Fell a smile, and went to move inside the Club. "Thank you," he said, and then found he was... quite incapable of entering the club.

[soho_angel]

Aziraphale looked as innocently surprised as it was possible for a 6,000-year-old earthbound angel (who was completely faking it) to look. "Well, dear me. I could have sworn Crowley had the wards set to allow you in. Half a moment..." He quickly adjusted them to (temporarily) permit the visitor's entrance. Now that he thought about it, the aura was suspiciously familiar, but he'd only encountered it once before and wasn't absolutely certain he was correct. So he continued to play along. "There, that ought to do it."

[katoustheshit]

"That is strange," said Katou. Wards. He'd keep that in mind. "It must be a malfunction."

At this point, he didn't believe he was pulling this off. Still, he wasn't going to give up the ghost until he was called on it. After all, the angel could be as stupid as... well, a lot of angels were.

[soho_angel]

Aziraphale was a good many things--including a few he wasn't particularly proud of--but stupid was most definitely not one of them. He didn't mind playing the part for the cause, however.*

"Come along upstairs; I'd just put on the kettle," he invited, gesturing 'Cayce' ahead of him. "Crowley will be upset he wasn't here to greet you, I'm sure." And that much was certainly true, though the imposter should thank the Creator for his good fortune. Or prudent timing, which it might well be.

"I do hope nothing's gone amiss? That unpleasant fellow hasn't been stirring up trouble again, surely?" It was an intentionally vague question, in part because he had only sketchy details himself and in part to see just how familiar with Cayce's (and Crowley's) business this person actually was.

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Sadly, if asked, he would have had to agree that it was a fairly common trait among his brethren, though he might have chosen to frame it more kindly.

[katoustheshit]

Luckily enough for Katou, he had already had dealings with the 'unpleasant fellow.'

"You mean Zane?" he asked. "No. Not since the blackout." Katou wasn't sure if Cayce had talked to Mr. Fell and Crowley about the blackout incident, but if she hadn't, Katou could probably just pass it off as her having been so caught up by it that it slipped her mind.

[soho_angel]

Oh, so that's why the power went out, Aziraphale thought, frowning slightly, though he was actually somewhat pleased; he'd picked up one possibly significant piece of information already.

"I'm happy to hear it." As the visitor walked up the steps ahead of him, he took the opportunity to get a good long look at her aura. Correction--his aura. And yes, he was pretty sure he could now put a name to it. Now, what in the world is he up to? If Crowley had told him about Katou's previous attempt, the answer would have been obvious, but he'd neglected to mention it.

Then again, being that young Katou was not known to be an enemy, how many possible reasons could he have for attempting such a deception?

He escorted 'her' to the dining room (past the bar, naturally) and drew out a chair at the first table they came to. "Please make yourself comfortable. I'll just be a moment getting the tea. Is there a particular kind you prefer?"

[katoustheshit]

Katou only gave the bar a passing glance as they walked past it, but said nothing and gave no other indication of his intention than a small flicker of the eye. Well fuck, if Crowley had all this stored up, then he shouldn't be such a goddamn bitch about hoarding it to himself.

Was there any type of tea Cayce preferred? Would Mr. Fell know it if there was? Of course he would, he was a painfully English angel; he probably poured the stuff down her goddamned throat every time he saw her.

"I'm actually in the mood for green tea today," he said, giving Mr. Fell a smile. Katou wasn't a big tea drinker, but he had enjoyed a couple of cups in his lifetime, and now that it was brought up, he was craving a little piece of Japan.

"How have you been?"

[soho_angel]

Aziraphale rather wished it was Cayce; a sympathetic ear was never unwelcome these days. As of their last encounter, though, Katou didn't fall into that category, whatever face he happened to be wearing. "Oh, getting by," he said vaguely. "Green tea it is then. Excuse me just a moment."

He walked to his own room, where he'd set the kettle to heat in the big fireplace, but certain of his senses remained firmly trained on the young man the entire time.

[katoustheshit]

Katou probably would've spaced out and just made the occasional sympathetic noises if Mr. Fell did pour his heart out to him anyway.

When Mr. Fell left the room, Katou leaned back in the chair and cracked his back, also extending his senses to keep an 'eye' on Mr. Fell. Then, he stood, and quickly and quietly headed toward the bar. If he felt Mr. Fell returning, he'd make like he had just been wandering around being restless.

[soho_angel]

Well, that was interesting, if entirely predictable. Aziraphale took his time with the tea, deliberately giving Katou his opportunity, curious as to just how greedy he'd be and how he planned to sneak his pilfered prizes out without being discovered.

[katoustheshit]

Katou'd feel bad about this, if he had a soul. Really, he would. After all, it was never nice to wreck someone's place and steal their booze while they were making you tea. He flicked his eyes toward where Aziraphale had disappeared to. Kyouya wanted champagne and wine (red wine? Probably. Rich douches loved red wine), and Katou quite enjoyed his whiskey.

Well, Katou was doing all the work here. He grabbed a bottle of red wine, a bottle of champagne, and then two of whiskey, before he went to smash out the wall with his claw and extended his three rather large wings at the same time.

[soho_angel]

Aziraphale paused in the other room, teapot in hand and a petulant frown on his face. "Oh, now, really," he muttered. "I had half a mind to let you get away with it before you went and started blundering about like a bloody Viking." Disappointed at Katou's utter lack of imagination or subtlety*, he stayed where he was, poured himself a cup of tea, and miracled the contents of all but one of the stolen bottles** to pure vinegar.

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*It perhaps said something about his relationship with Crowley that he held his scoundrels to such high standards of evildoing.

**He got one bottle for sheer chutzpah.

[anthony_crowley]

Returning not long after, Crowley rode the lift to the second floor before pausing. He didn't normally come home to find a massive hole in the wall and the angel calmly drinking tea amidst the rubble. Tea, yes, rubble, no.

"Remind me not to piss you off for a while," he said wryly.