Marc was in a mood.

A marrying mood!

( Today's specials )

Cole totally did not want to be here.

He'd rather be in bed, snuggled with his wife and boyfriend, but Aziraphale had kept him up all night wanting tea, wanting Wilson, wanting his body back, bitching about how much he hated being discorporated, blah blah blah. And now he was insisting that the Divine Leaf be opened on time ( Read more... )

The house at 44 was as ready as it was going to get for this party, despite Sam's distracted fears to the contrary. Everything was clean and presentable; snacks, food, and drinks had been laid out all through the kitchen and dining room; the doors to the master bedroom and attic had been locked and secured. He'd figured out how to set the sound ( Read more... )

After getting brought to work by Cole, Phoebe moved around the bar, setting things up.

She chatted with the band members and requested a few songs from them, before she went behind the bar and started straightening bottles and glasses.

In the end, his return was as unremarkable as his departure ( Read more... )

The dawn of Thursday morning broke the horizon and found Dr. James Wilson already awake to greet it. Sitting out back on the balcony just off the bedroom, he watched as the sun slowly turned the grey morning sky to a light pink. He didn't often wake up -or in this case stay up- to watch the dawn but every so often ( Read more... )

The previous evening had been surprisingly productive. It was enough to make a fellow want to settle in for the long haul ( Read more... )

There was something on Aziraphale's mind today. This was made especially obvious when he tried to brew tea leaves in the French press and steep coffee beans in his favorite tea pot.

Might want to double-check your food before eating it today.

( Today's Specials )

After his experience at the previous night's news broadcast, Aziraphale was attempting to hide. He was doing a lot of behind-the-counter inventory and book shelving, in hopes that no one would notice he was there.

He was also contemplating a disguise. Maybe dying his hair.

( Today's Specials )

Wilson was feeling restless and so decided to make the most of the fading Louisiana summer by enjoying a walk in the late night air.

Hands in the back pockets of his jeans, he walked along through the shadows. Darkness that would have at one time disturbed him, now held no fear for him as he strolled, head turned up towards the night stars above.