The Devil's Nest, Monday Late Afternoon

[dawn_bearer]

The door to the Nest was unlocked early today, visitors were expected. Despite knowing company would be there, Lucifer was nowhere to be found, leaving Musubi at the bar to point them in the right direction should they get confused.

[[ooc: for an angel and a doctor plz! Everything after the bar is NFB due to distance and now? NWS. WOO!]]

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[a_phale]

It was a good thing Wilson had gone straight home from the clinic, because he had a bit of work to do getting a certain dithering angel to stop fussing over his clothes and get his arse out of the house. Luckily, it wasn't a very big town, so they managed to get to the club by the appointed time.

Aziraphale was a little puzzled at seeing an unfamiliar woman at the bar, instead of the Adversary, but he gave her a polite smile. "Er...is Lucifer about, my dear?"

[dr_jwilsonmd]

It had been a bit of an adventure, changing into his own outfit of loose fitting khaki slacks and a nice cream colored dress shirt, while at the same time nudging Phale away from the mirror and on out the door.

He was rolling his cuffs up to mid forearm as they came through the door, dark eyes automatically going towards the lounge to see if he could spy Lucifer in the shadows.

[dawn_bearer]

There was no Adversary there sadly.

Musubi bowed her head politely before pointing toward the door to the wine cellar. "My lord said to meet him there."

[a_phale]

In the cellar?

Good thing Aziraphale wasn't a watcher of horror movies. Or, maybe that was a bad thing.

"Thank you," he replied to Musubi, with a nod, twining his fingers with Wilson's and giving the man a little tug. "I still think we should have brought something, love. Are you sure I shouldn't have worn a tie?"

[a_phale]

Sitting up as he was now, Aziraphale caught a glimpse of the figure bobbing in the waves, and smiled to himself against the other angel's skin.

"I think we have an audience," he murmured, ducking his head to nuzzle Lucifer's shoulder.

[dawn_bearer]

Lucifer looked over his shoulder at Wilson, licking his lips as he took in his naked form.

"I was beginning to wonder if he would ever reappear."

[dr_jwilsonmd]

At least his waist -and the naughty activities of his left hand- were still under the water, though he'd drifted closer to the shoreline than he'd expected.

Blushing as two sets of angelic eyes cast his way, Wilson arched an eyebrow in a rather commanding, 'don't let me stop you' expression...yeah, that left hand wasn't coming up for air any time soon.

[a_phale]

"Wings. They're James-bait."

Aziraphale's voice was rich with amusement as his lips moved against the Adversary's neck, then he pulled back enough to look up into the other angel's eyes, his hand still caressing Lucifer's wing.

"Should I...I mean, would you prefer he were here? With us?"

Not that he was planning on going anyplace, if he could help it. And he wasn't about to be ordering Wilson around, either. But there was that pesky 'choice' habit popping up. And maybe a little bit of...curiosity over what exactly the young doctor was doing out there in the ocean.