voidtreckerexpress | Party Time

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Party Time

Who: Everyone who wants to attend.
What: It's a party for all, but the pairing up part is for singles only.
When: Day 19 of Fiddlesticks
Where: Gym Carriage
Warnings: Who knows atm just Minako being Minako will add more as things happen.

[Minako figured she did the best she could for the party. Though she also wondered if perhaps she might not have that many people come. Sure she wanted to put singles together, but at the same time, she simply wanted people to have fun.

In the dressing carriage, people will find costumes and masks that were more gothic in nature. There was food and hopefully some forms of sweet treats for those looking for it as well as a variety of drink, mostly non-alcoholic.]

OOC: Examples of the type of outfits and such can be found here: costumes and
masks]

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Aziraphale offering his arm is so undeniably sweet that Crowley's expression softens instantly. They usually aren't one to display affections, but this is a formal affair. It's perfectly acceptable to show up, arms linked with a date, and perhaps even share a dance or two.

Crowley takes the angel's arm without further hesitation, clutching it gently as they make their way into the next car.

Old manners, a formal affair, and perhaps simply a hint of fondness and a dash of excitement over the idea of attending a party together without having to make sure they aren't found by their former employers. Maybe it's just that Crowley's dress is lovely. It can be many things.

Aziraphale notes how much taller Crowley is in heels.

When they enter the party, it's quite clear that it isn't exactly all that of a formal affair - more of a juvenile attempt at one. But that's alright. There's just something about the mood in the air that makes it all very tolerable.

"What is that music?"

The party is charming, if only because Crowley isn't sure how much can be expected for a party in a gymnasium contained inside a train car. They would be a lot more charmed if it wasn't for the music playing. Crowley's smile immediately falls flat, almost to a scowl.

"I don't actually know." they mutter in response, squeezing lightly at the angel's arm. "Quick, let's find the alcohol."

Aziraphale looks mighty confused over the music, entirely unrecognizable to him, and rather clashing with the attire that was suggested for the event.

"Oh, yes." Distracted easily enough by the quest for alcohol, he steps through the area looking for the refreshments, keeping out of the dance floor. He can't help but to smile, though, there's just something in the air. A levity he hasn't felt in a while.

"Well, looks like everyone's having fun."

Crowley has quickly spotted the refreshments, dragging the angel along with them as they sort through what is available.

"Yes, yes, all good fun." they mutter, picking up a bottle and sniffing at it to see if the notes of alcohol are present. "Help me look, angel... there's got to be wine somewhere. The spider reeked of it."

"The spider? The one from the dressing room?" He looks over the refreshments as he speaks, picking up one of the bottles to inspect the label and give it a sniff. It smells very sweet, and entirely unnatural. And definitely not alcoholic.

"Do spiders drink wine?"

"Yup." Crowley replies nonchalantly, picking up another bottle to inspect. "That one does...Aha!"

Crowley passes the newly discovered beverage to Aziraphale to sniff. They're pretty sure it's alcoholic. Not sure what it is, but if it gets them drunk, they won't complain.

Aziraphale takes a whiff of the drink, for a moment furrowing his brow in slight confusion. It certainly isn't a Grand Cru....but it also doesn't smell of dirty water and radishes, so, hey, he'll take it.

"It's beginning to sound like you've maybe made a friend." He finds a couple of glasses, pouring them one each.

The demon reaches for their glass, swirling it in their hand. There's a slight smirk on Crowley's lips as a result of the angel's teasing.

"Are you jealous?" they ask, lifting their glass to their lips. They take a modest sip, tasting their beverage. It's not terrible, considering what they had before, Crowley's rather delighted by it.

"Oh, terribly so." All said in a gentle posh scoff and a furrow of the brow, discarded easily for a little smirk as he tastes the drink as well. Not something he'd reach for on a nice evening, but an improvement over their last experience.

"Might have to find myself an eight legged creature to befriend as well."

Crowley chuckles into their drink, taking another sip, this time braver.

"I'm certain you'd get along swimmingly." they reply, arm still clutching to Aziraphale's. "Especially considering you seem to charm everyone you speak to." Crowley is of course thinking of strangers that the angel had apparently left an impression on in only their first day of this new adventure.

"Do I?" Of course, the angel works hard to be charming and polite presence, has always been, whether that's his personal nature or due to being an angel is something that could be discussed for days.

Crowley rolls their eyes, but whether or not it's apparent through their mask is another thing.

"Oh, yes." they begin, "Men around the train tell me you have a lovely smile."

Crowley's tone is teasing, a bit of a play-accent coming through over the last two words, but they take a rather large sip of their drink before continuing. "Perhaps I should be jealous."

For a moment, Aziraphale can't tell if he should be flattered or if Crowley's just joking.

"Oh, don't be silly." Even though all they're doing is being silly - well, mostly, anyway. "Barely had any time to have a conversation with anyone that isn't about this train. Although people do seem quite eager to help newcomers."

"I'm not!" Crowley replies defensively, fingers digging gently into his arm. "Buf they're right, you know."

The last part is said into their glass again, nearly drowned out as they take another sip.

Aziraphale catches that last part, though he hesitates in saying something. Instead, he takes to having another drink, hiding away a little smile.

But, as he does, he spots food on another nearby table, which definitely catches his attention. "Oh- it looks like they went for some more...domestic catering styles."

As Crowley finishes off their drink, they take a glance at what the angel is referring to, noting the food across the way.

"Why don't we refresh our glasses and take a closer look, hmm?" They ask, already setting their glass down to grab the bottle again, topping themselves off. It's offered to Aziraphale as well.

Aziraphale holds up his glass with a polite thank you, heading off towards the table when that's done.

He eyes over the food, though, he looks rather doubtful about some of the overcooked and undercooked (and some even both) items.

"Ah, looks like they had a bit of trouble."

Crowley follows closely, sipping their drink and watching the crowd if guests. They haven't been on the train long enough to know everyone yet, so a social affair may not have been the worst idea.

"Better than any attempt I'd have made, most likely."

Aziraphale has met quite a few other passengers (a word that feels as fitting as calling people on the islands in the other world "residents", but it still feels a bit less dreadful than calling them prisoners), but doesn't quite know much about them. He really should go about that, but seems to be otherwise preoccupied at the moment.

"Oh, don't say that, your cooking is lovely." For someone who's barely started to try it and isn't quite given to following instructions, certainly.

The angel looks over what's available, deciding to pick a biscuit that doesn't look too badly burnt.

Crowley scoffs, laughing at the idea that their cooking is even edible. They'll pass on the snack table, not really having the appetite for anything less than gourmet.

"Suppose we have nothing else to do, might as well learn what I'm doing in a kitchen." they reply casually, nursing their drink to their chest. "Would you join me?"

Aziraphale gives that biscuit a try, finding himself with something that could have perhaps have used some sugar. Any sugar. At all.

He coughs politely into the back of his hand and takes a sip of his drink instead. "Join you?" He looks up at the demon again. "Learning how to cook?"

"Yea, why not?" Crowley answers with another question, shrugging before looking around the room again, "I'm not sure there's much else to do. Cinema, sure, but there's only so many titles."

Crowley takes another gulp of their drink, starting to feel the light effects of alcohol in their system. It's nice to feel that again, and their posture is loose and relaxed, spirits high.

Aziraphale thinks about it, wrapping the rest of the poor unsugared biscuit in a napkin and putting it away. "I don't see why not." Perhaps if they join forces, they can learn a bit faster. At least Aziraphale likes reading and following instructions.

"I suppose we're due to stop somewhere at some point. From what I've understood about how all of this works."

Crowley's smile says everything Aziraphale needs to know: That a stop would present a unique opportunity for them to stretch their legs, that Crowley has absolutely no intention of following standards for how all of this works, and that they're going to use every excuse to fuck off and follow their own agenda that they can extend.

"Good. Gives us an opportunity to pick up some local produce."

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will they ever detach? the world may never know

never

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