Gabriel chose not to try and explain to himself why he had returned to the place where he had lived through the aftermath of his most humiliating defeat. He was an archangel and had been turned into a monkey, a human. Yes, there had been a lesson to learn from it, and that had stayed with him, but it didn't mean he liked to think of it often ( Read more... )

No devil behind the bar tonight.

No, tonight was for piano playing. He was in a mood.

[[OOC: Mod Musubi for fast service until 8:00 CST!]]

Lucifer was behind the bar this evening. Not serving drinks, or course, merely there because it had been some time since last worked.

It was entertaining to say the least. Perhaps next time he'd even wear an apron.

[[ooc: On SP until my class lets out, hopefully by 8-ish CST! Mod Musubi for quick service.]]

Musubi was in charge of the bar this evening. She was pleased as there had been very little for her to do with the boy and the little winged god working.

Far too clean. They never left anything for her to do.

So she dropped a jar of olives.

Naminé wasn't her usual white dress again today. She'd be back to it soon enough, she just felt colorful at the moment. Festive.

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Have dessert! It's on the house!This had nothing to do with Student Council, which Naminé wasn't aware she was running for. It simply seemed like a good day to share dessert ( Read more... )

Lucifer was behind the bar this evening, wearing one of the few shirts that had not been pilfered by a certain doctor. He was contemplating simply moving his wardrobe to Wilson and Aziraphale's home to save on the trouble.

It was certainly and interesting idea.

Musubi was finding very little for herself to do with so many of the other employees spending their shifts cleaning.

She was half tempted to 'accidentally' drop a bottle just so there was something for her to do.

And it certainly didn't help that her employer was busy playing the piano this evening, not even ordering a drink.

Such a bore.

Aziraphale was pretty certain he'd only managed to convince Lucifer to come sparring with him because the Adversary figured it would be the easiest way to get him to shut up about it. It wasn't like anyone had any doubts that one of them would be getting their arse kicked, and it wouldn't be the retired Prince of Hell. But Aziraphale also figured ( Read more... )

There was no Lucifer behind the bar tonight, no he was sitting at the end, far away from any customers. Reading something that might not even have a spoken language to name any more.

It might be best to just ask Musubi for a drink

[[ooc: Not here until late in the evening, plz mod Musubi for fast service!]]

A successful first class of the semester had Aziraphale feeling particularly chipper as he went about opening up the Nest. He was still dressed in his snazzy "teacher suit", seeing no point in changing for the evening. Once the drink specials were written up, he put some upbeat swing music on the jukebox and hummed to himself as he worked behind ( Read more... )