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Date: March 17, 2003 (?)
Status: Public - Gabriel, Aziraphale, Belial [Complete]
Setting: The bar
Summary: Gabriel ~~is dragged to the bar by Aziraphale~~ brings Aziraphale to the bar to try Belial's chocolate mousse.

Gabriel was very amused by the look on his fellow angel's face.

Aziraphael was evidently torn between staying with the books in the library and trying Belial's chocolate mousse, and although he could see that the other angel was currently having trouble not dragging him to the bar, he still looked slightly conflicted. Gabriel frowned slightly as he led the way to the bar. Angels could sense lies, to a certain extent, and he could sense that Aziraphael was... not outright lying, perhaps, but hiding something, giving evasive half-truths and avoiding issues. He had a feeling that Aziraphael hadn't been completely honest about the reason for his being there, in particular.

Still, it probably wasn't anything too important. He was sure he'd be told eventually. Perhaps Aziraphael was still a little unsure about how much he could tell his superior.

There was something strange about Aziraphael's aura, a hint of demon around the edges, as though by association. It reminded him rather vaguely of Belial's aura. Had Aziraphael been around a demon? He bit his lip. Evidently he would, sooner or later, have some questioning to do.

He paused at the entrance and gestured to Aziraphael to enter first, smiling. "Welcome to the bar." He followed the Principality in and looked over at the bar counter. "Belial?" he called out. "I have an angel here who claims that his chocolate mousse is equal to, if not better than, yours. Surely you won't stand for that?"

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Aziraphale nodded and thanked Belial, feeling both disappointed and thankful when the demon vanished, giving his two patrons some privacy.

Aziraphale smiled back at Gabriel. "It's not as if we're on official business anyway," he replied, "so we can postpone 'business' for as long as you'd like."

Aziraphale took a spoonful and did moan. It was just exactly what he needed - it felt like getting his wings rubbed - it was utterly and absolutely perfect, and exactly what he needed to boost his spirits.

While 99 percent of his mind was indulging, the remaining percent had to admit that Belial's mousse was better than his. Oh well - it's not like mousse was one of Aziraphale's specialties anyway (or so that one percent insisted). Some day he would share his chocolate caramel ice cream cake.

Gabriel couldn't help but laugh when Aziraphael moaned. "So, Aziraphael, is his mousse better than yours?"

He took another unbelievably wonderful spoonful, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss, before sipping some port and sighing.

How did humans come up with things like this after creating atrocities like overboiled cabbages?

Aziraphale finally remembered he had company, so he put down the bowl in order to stop himself from eating it and ignoring Gabriel. "I did speak too soon, I'm afraid. It must be a specialty of his. I don't think I've ever had chocolate mousse this good before!" He took a sip of wine. "I will have to come back some time and cajole the recipe out of him. Chocolate mousse isn't one of my own dessert specialties, but I do have others that I might be able to trade him in return."

It was nice for Aziraphale to be here with Gabriel, of all angels. After all, thousands of years ago, Aziraphale had been the one to introduce Gabriel to the wonder that was "xocolātl" while turning in his report. The Archangel would certainly sympathise with why Aziraphale had since learnt to create his own dessert delicacies.

He picked up the bowl and took another spoonful, sighing in bliss. Maybe spending time here wouldn't be so bad after all.

"He did tell me that it was a speciality of his," Gabriel smiled. "Other dessert recipes? I do hope he tries them out; I wouldn't be averse to being a guinea pig, of sorts."

He took another blissful bite, remembering his first taste of the newly discovered foodstuff called 'xocolātl', brought to him by Aziraphael. And here he was, centuries later, enjoying chocolate mousse with the same angel. It felt strangely fitting.

Sipping more port, he smiled and settled down for a peaceful tea (if one could call it that, seeing as how there wasn't actually any tea present; Gabriel didn't particularly like tea) with Aziraphael. Yes, business could certainly wait.