Lol. The entire reason I wrote it was to get my mind off my art projects! I appreciate the vote of confidence. (This is like my first GO fic. And it's mpreg.)
You win a cookie! (Oh, and there's Adam/Brian if you squint, but not in this part.)
Aziraphael sobered himself up. “Adam,” he said kindly, “what are you doing at a bar at four in the morning?”
“Besides shutting us up,” Crowley chimed in.
“Rescuing Pepper. She’s discovered karaoke.” Adam grinned slyly.
Aziraphael coughed. “Oh.”
“And there’s the small fact that she’s now good friends with War, and War’s buggered off to the East - sorry, Aziraphael - and she’s a bit upset by it all, so we thought we’d take her to Karaoke Night. Brian’s fetching his car - you know he met Pollution? Pollution quite likes him, but Wensleydale thinks it’s just because he’s trying to make Famine jealous.” Adam surveyed their table. “Oh,” he said. “I suppose you’re of drinking age, then.” There was a definite note of amusement in his voice.
Crowley was a bit open-mouthed. He shut it, and licked his fangs. “So, the Them likes to hang out with the Horsepeople.” There was a pause as he met Aziraphael’s gaze, and they both burst into laughter.
Adam frowned. “Well, it’s not that funny.”
“Of course not,” Aziraphael assured him. “But I suppose you’re friends with Death?” Crowley could not speak through his laughter, tears streaming down his face.
Adam looked a bit puzzled. “Yes. He’s quite interesting, once you get past the reaper bit. Although he’s not much on Karaoke Night.”
“Not - much - on - Karaoke - Night?” gasped Crowley.
“He can’t sing. He just booms. But we humour him anyway.”
You win a cookie! (Oh, and there's Adam/Brian if you squint, but not in this part.)
Aziraphael sobered himself up. “Adam,” he said kindly, “what are you doing at a bar at four in the morning?”
“Besides shutting us up,” Crowley chimed in.
“Rescuing Pepper. She’s discovered karaoke.” Adam grinned slyly.
Aziraphael coughed. “Oh.”
“And there’s the small fact that she’s now good friends with War, and War’s buggered off to the East - sorry, Aziraphael - and she’s a bit upset by it all, so we thought we’d take her to Karaoke Night. Brian’s fetching his car - you know he met Pollution? Pollution quite likes him, but Wensleydale thinks it’s just because he’s trying to make Famine jealous.” Adam surveyed their table. “Oh,” he said. “I suppose you’re of drinking age, then.” There was a definite note of amusement in his voice.
Crowley was a bit open-mouthed. He shut it, and licked his fangs. “So, the Them likes to hang out with the Horsepeople.” There was a pause as he met Aziraphael’s gaze, and they both burst into laughter.
Adam frowned. “Well, it’s not that funny.”
“Of course not,” Aziraphael assured him. “But I suppose you’re friends with Death?” Crowley could not speak through his laughter, tears streaming down his face.
Adam looked a bit puzzled. “Yes. He’s quite interesting, once you get past the reaper bit. Although he’s not much on Karaoke Night.”
“Not - much - on - Karaoke - Night?” gasped Crowley.
“He can’t sing. He just booms. But we humour him anyway.”
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