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[a_fell]

When Aziraphael arrived in the bar this evening, smiling, his cheeks pink, he took one look around and headed down the long hallway of the Staff Wing to knock on the door at the end

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[aj_crawley]

The wooden legs of the chair opposite scrape over the floorboards, then creak gently as Crowley, without overmuch grace, flops down into his seat. He opens his mouth, pauses to shoot a wary glance over at Anthony, and then seems to think better of it.

He meets Aziraphael's eyes, and after a measured, pointed silence, he grins instead.

(Anthony seems to deflate a little.)

[a_fell]

Unfortunately for the hearing world, Anthony perks up right around the time Aziraphael begins to say hello, and shouts, "HI!"

"...I've been co-opted," Aziraphael finishes lamely.

[aj_crawley]

"Not for the night, I hope," Crowley says, looking back down at Anthony to add, "Not that your company isn't thrilling, and all."

[a_fell]

"No, no, I believe Bernard said something about seeing us later before he collapsed onto the couch next to his wife." He offers the bottle to Anthony again. "Honestly, my dear boy, I'm quite sure you're thirsty."

Anthony eyes the bottle, takes it, then holds it out to Crowley generously. "Coh?"

[un_fallen]

Raguel's passing by in a serene manner with a carefully balanced - and very full - cup of something steaming. Perhaps the serenity is a side-effect. Regardless, he comes to a slow stop near Aziraphael's table and looks at him sideways, keeping one eye on the cup. Anthony continues giving enthusiastic greetings to many invisible visitors.

"Don't I know you gentlemen?"

[a_fell]

"Hi!" Anthony exclaims, his eyes going wide. He knows this fellow!

Aziraphael laughs, and gestures to an empty seat. "I'm not sure. Have we met? You seem awfully familiar, quite like this chap I once knew, but we haven't spoken in ages."

[un_fallen]

"Hi," he responds gravely to Anthony. No, he probably shouldn't encourage the kid, but he's just so fervent about it. Raguel lowers the steaming cup to the table veeeerry slooooowly, then sinks into the empty chair.

"Something about the eyes, or..." he begins, then drops the pretense. He seems a little nervous.

"How've you been? I think the last time I saw you we were trying to thaw out Crowley."

[a_fell]

The angel's cheeks pink a bit at the recollection, but he nods gamely. "I don't know if I ever thanked you properly for your help."

Anthony just plays with his bottle of juice.