Who: Gilbert and anyone that wants to come in
Where The Kitchen
When: After all of the mess with Oz and Vincent
Rating: ...pg-13 for now?
Summary: After all the mess that had happened once in Gil's life he felt like he really needed a drink. and a Note Gil can't handle his alcohol and he goes from an angry drunk to a crying mess XD
the Story: (
What a mess... )
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A few thousand years of practice meant Aziraphale was one....h-e-double chopsticks....of a cook.
The library had been kind enough to provide the seraph with an ancient cooking volume, from which Azirpahale had dutifully copied down several recipies. A card detailing how to make pot de creme was clutched in his hand as he rounded the corner. His hesitation was only for a moment, as heavenly concern for this man flared like a sun behind his eyes. The gentleman seemed to be drinking alone, and that sort of thing never bode well.]
Mind if I join you?
[He asked, in a friendly voice thick with a British accent]
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"Sure...I don't care." Any other time he would be a little guarded but right now he didn't care everything was screwed up anyway.
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Leaving the bottle conspicuously uncorked, Aziraphale went to the refrigerator and withdrew a dozen ingredients necessary for this particular fine dessert. He hummed tunelessly as he worked, his soft voice fit for Gabriel's choir, even at this volume.]
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Though the hummed did make him turn back to look at him.
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He won't say anything about the drinking--it doesn't bother him, even if he doesn't really drink himself. And he doesn't think he knows Gil well enough to ask what's going on. Instead, he digs in his pocket and tosses half a pack of cigarettes onto the counter next to him. A book of matches follows.
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Then he saw the cigarettes and knew who it was, sloppily he grabbed the pack lifting his head. "Thanks..."
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So friendly, Gokudera. It's half a query, though--an indirect way of asking what's wrong.
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"I hate it..." Taking a long drag.
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As the curious sort, she gripped the device tighter and slowly and gracefully approached the serious looking man. Looking up at him with large eyes filled with concern, she decided to try cheering him up.
"You look sad. Is there something on your mind?"
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"I..." The wine was getting to him and he lazily nodded.
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"I'll listen, if you want to get it off your mind." She offered sweetly.
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Gil was raised right and he didn't want to drink in front of the young land.
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