Character(s): Aziraphale, Ulquiorra, and anyone who wants to join them.
Content: Ulquiorra is looking for Aizen. Aziraphale is trying to forget
this incident, with help from his good friend Mr. Strongest Liquor You've Got. Action!
Setting: Porfavore's.
Time: Afternoon.
Warnings: None.
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So, an angel walks into a bar. )
So lost in thought brooding was he that, when Ulquiorra appeared beside him, he hardly took any notice. At first, anyway; the angel merely stared down at his empty glass, watched the ice cubes slowly melt and clink against each other, and wondered what on Earth he could have possibly done to deserve this. He couldn't simply chalk it up to ineffability.
... ineffability.
With a rather dejected "Oh, bother," Aziraphale set the glass down beside him. Perhaps he should wait a bit before getting his next glass. And perhaps not.
Then and only then did he realize that he wasn't alone. He raised his hand to flag down that bubbly waitress of his, only to realize that on the way up, his hand had bumped into something... oh. Oh, dear. Aziraphale turned to see who was there, only be met with a frighteningly pale youth with piercing eyes. He gasped and jumped out of his seat, hand clutching the fabric over his chest -- or, more importantly, his furiously beating heart. When he got over the initial surprise (read: shock), he let out a shaky breath of relief and seated himself once more.
"Oh, dear, I'm sorry," he began. "I didn't know anyone was there, you see. You gave me quite a fright..."
A pause. Why was he standing beside him in the first place?
"... er. Begging your pardon, but have we met?"
( OOC: Oh, haha. Made typoes. ;; Sorryyy!! Aww, thank you!! I was so afraid I would get his personality all wrong. ;; I'm so glad I get to play with you, too! We never played together in TST, I don't think... )
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