[open] A girl someplace in between

[knowsallaboutit]

WHO: Death and You!
WHAT: wild drunken adventures!  ...Possibly...
WHERE: Seattle
WHEN: All through the night and the next three days.
WARNINGS: God only knows..
SUMMARY:Didi decided to live a bit more after her stint as a zombie, so she's once again living wild and reckless, in Seattle.

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[masterpsyche]

It's getting cold in Seattle, but he doesn't mind it. He's experienced worse - Gotham is the city of perpetual rain and mind-numbingly cold nights, after all, so this is a significant improvement.

All in all, he looks somewhat cosy and sensible, dressed appropriately for the weather (albeit all in black) and is certainly not the type of person who springs to mind to indulge people in wild drunken adventures.

Nevertheless, he bumps into Death anyway. He can't say he's surprised.

"Enjoying yourself?"

[knowsallaboutit]

The bumping is quiet literal, although Death keeps her feet. She's only a little tipsy so far and it shows.

"Immensely, Doctor, how about you?"

[masterpsyche]

At least she's not incredibly drunk, or anything of the sort.

"I'm well enough. Are you still planning on going dancing?"

It's an idle comment, some sort of attempt to make conversation.

[knowsallaboutit]

"I am indeed." She slips her arm through his, quick and easy and companionable as anything. "Are you planning on joining me?"

[ofinsurrectum]

[ castiel comes to see her. he has never danced before, although this vessel has, and if castiel cares to think back to the hazy memories jimmy left behind he can drum up some vague resemblance of dancing. but he doesn't. he stands alone, watching the people walk by and waiting.

she would appear. she usually did. ]

baby how did i miss this one D:

[knowsallaboutit]

[Death is guided more by whimsy than any kind of omniscience tonight. Albeit, a slightly tipsy whimsy, but whimsy all the same. And if Castiel said he would be there than she believed him.

She grins when she sees him, an immediate and easy reaction and ambles up to him.]

Hey there, Cas!

[knowsallaboutit]

[Getting into the bars takes a lot less doing with a fake id, which was around the time Death decided she was officially on a bar crawl. This one's nice, small and intimate and it really doesn't take long at all for her to find him.

The buzz of alcohol already in her makes her smile a little more sleepy when she plops down onto the stool next to him.]

Well, fancy seeing you here.

[knowsallaboutit]

Quite the trip for just stopping by.

[She reaches to pat his hand, pleased with the casual contact and just as pleased that he was there.]

It's really nice to see you.

[squashesdoves]

[He's tipsy enough that on flipping the sign on the shop door to 'Open' he registers barely a pang of dreadful protectiveness.

Then he sits down in the back room, and puts a CD in, letting the strained strains of Handel's A Tempo di Gavotte wash over him.]

[knowsallaboutit]

[Death has the presence of mind to carefully open and shut the door without banging it behind her. Her head is still comfortably muzzy and she runs her fingertips over the spines of the books as she walks further into the shop.]

Hellooo?

[squashesdoves]

[Aziraphale pops his head out of the back room, and spots her.]

I wondered if you were going to show up. Do come in, dear. Er. Inner, that is. [He waves a hand and the door opens the rest of the way on its own- banging off the wall, at the end, because tipsiness does not make for precise miracles.]