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[cattygabriel]

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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Belial was sitting in the center of a forest of full liquor bottles, picking each one up and scrutinizing the label before placing it on one of the lighted display shelves.

Angels. He fought not to grind his teeth when he felt them enter. There was only so much he could take of that poisonously acrid scent of Heaven before he started making a fool of himself and sneezing.

He stood and straightened his shirt, then leaned over the serving stations and propped his elbow on the draft beer taps. Gabriel and -- that odd little smudge of an angel that had been dashing about with the frantic demon in the lobby. Belial hadn't caught their names, but he tilted his head and gave the two of them a more-than-welcoming smile.

"Being competitive in nature, I suppose I'll have to take up the challenge."