buzzys roadhouse} {could you be a devil, could you be an angel

[edgedroughly]

He wasn't participating. If he had a say, this wouldn't have been happening. The bar was popular enough. But, this had been on the calendar since before Buzz senior had kicked the bucket. So, they were still going through with it. Extended happy hour, if you showed up in horns or a halo, further discount. The younger Buzz had even made whatever a

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[wantedtobepatch]

Kieran wasn't really much of a drinker, but he likes the atmosphere of Buzzy's, and the fact that there was a party going on had his attention. He grabbed a halo, a pair of fluffy wings, and a set of white scrubs, and when he walked in the door, he knew that everyone was looking at him.

Not that he had a problem with that, but the point was still made. Kieran was going with an angel.

Whether or not someone wanted to call him on that was up to them.

[notlightyear]

Buzz had been relegated to the other side of the bar. Not that he was altogether complaining. He had been a bit overwhelmed. The early afternoon crowd was completely different then the crowd there for an event. He caught a glimpse of the wings in the corner of his eye and he had to look over.

He recognized Kieran as a bit of a regular. He hadn't ever talked to the guy but in this moment, he wondered why that was. He was funny - or, angelic. Not that Buzz was anything resembling an angel.

"If you're staying, you should at least be festive," he heard his mother say behind him, setting down a spare set of horns. He rolled his eyes before doing as she wished and putting them on before taking a gulp of his beer. He moved over so that if Kieran wanted to get to the bar, he could. But, he did the not staring thing because he was raised with that would be rude.

And Buzz was a lot of things but rude was not one of them.

[wantedtobepatch]

Kieran plopped down on one of the barstools, ordered a beer from Rosie with a smile, and then glanced over at the Devil next to him with a smile.

"And how are you this evening?"

[notlightyear]

The pair of wings he recognized spoke to him.

"It's rough," he found himself speaking loudly over the crowd, to the pseudo-stranger. "The evening. But - I myself am dealing!" Not, that Kieran cared about his dealing. "I am also not saving lives. Jealous," he joked, trying to lighten the mood.