Party Time

[loveandduty]

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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[agathokakological]

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. 

[salutosinedelectat]

"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."

[agathokakological]

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.

[salutosinedelectat]

"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.

[agathokakological]

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."

[salutosinedelectat]

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."

[agathokakological]

"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.

[salutosinedelectat]

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."

[agathokakological]

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.

will they ever detach? the world may never know

[salutosinedelectat]

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."

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[agathokakological]

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."

[salutosinedelectat]

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.

[agathokakological]

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?"

[salutosinedelectat]

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?"

[agathokakological]

"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.

[salutosinedelectat]

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."

[agathokakological]

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."

[salutosinedelectat]

That smile usually spells trouble. A lot of trouble. And yet Aziraphale doesn't find himself particularly worried about it, whether that be due to the energy in the room, how charming Crowley is tonight, or because Aziraphale gets the message loud and clear and agrees entirely.

"Could do with some variety."

[agathokakological]

Crowley snickers, leaning into Aziraphale a bit. "Speaking of, how about we mix up the soundtrack, hmm?" 

Crowley gives the angel a mischievous look, takes a sip of their drink, then lets go of their grip on his arm to snap their fingers. In an instant, the current song changes. the soundtrack suddenly interspersed with classic rock ballads. 

Pleased with themselves, they toss back the rest of their drink in a celebratory way, arm latching back onto the angel's.

[salutosinedelectat]

Aziraphale stops to listen, watching as some of the other partygoers seem a bit confused over the sudden change of song right in the middle of a track. Aziraphale doesn't quite recognize the song, and the style isn't much his thing, but Crowley seems happy enough, and he'll take that as a good thing.

"A bit better." He'll say so much, even if just for airs. He leads the demon back over to the drinks, looking for a different bottle to top off both their glasses.

[agathokakological]

"I know it isn't your music of choice," they start, as they are lead back to the drinks, "But I feel we might been to wean them all into it, a few decades at a time... hm?" 

As their drinks are topped off, Crowley takes another sip. Eventually, they'll need to leave the party if they want to continue drinking.

"I know angels aren't much for dancing, but with the slower songs there isn't much movement needed."

[salutosinedelectat]

Aziraphale sips his drink, watching all the other people and different creatures at the party, and wondering, for a moment, just how many different places they have come from. But his attention seems to have trouble diverging from one specific subject. Might be the drink.

"Oh, hum." He idly taps his finger on his glass. "I haven't danced in a rather long time, I'm afraid." Mostly forgetting Crowley wasn't there at the time, when he found himself in gentleman's clubs, as the two of them hadn't been on speaking terms. "I'm afraid I'm a bit rusty."

[agathokakological]

Crowley's brow raises at the idea of the angel being rusty at something he was pretty sure angels didn't even involve themselves with. What other secrets does the angel hide away?

"You could always follow my lead " they suggest, "Unless you aren't comfortable..." 

[salutosinedelectat]

But is it that surprising that Aziraphale, formerly an angel of Heaven, lover of all things earthly, bender of rules, did something that angels are known for not doing?

"Oh, I, I don't know..." But he doesn't really look uncomfortable, with the coy way he smiles, thinking about the idea of actually sharing a dance with the demon. Perhaps an invitation, ironically enough, for their own song and dance as always, if the demon can convince him.

[agathokakological]

Not a surprise at all in action, but certainly one in Crowley never having heard about it. The demon takes note of that coy little smile, and Crowley takes a healthy gulp of their drink, leaning back toward the dance floor, their hand sliding across the angel's forarm until they can grip firmly at his hand. 

"Oh, come on, you'll love it." Crowley eggs him on in a teasing tone, grin wide on their lips, feeling properly buzzed, at least enough so to embarrass an angel just a little.