Aziraphale | Tony
It had been so long since he'd been to a party, nearly a century had passed since the last. So how fortuitous was it to arrive in a place like this, perhaps through means that were not all that happy, but to arrive on the day before a party such as this. It had been even longer since he'd had the opportunity to dance, and so he was quite looking forward to giving it a go once more.
For now though, Zira was quite happy to take a moment and observe the gathered group who were both dancing and talking and enjoying themselves. It was a comforting sight, he did so love to see things such as this, people joining together, having fun, enjoying themselves - it was the sort of thing he'd have liked to see more where they were from and here it was here, in this place that he was still attempting to figure out.
And there was a man, outside it all, standing and watching. A little like Aziraphale felt often times, a being on the outside, watching a world that moved and changed regardless of what he did. An observer but not a part of it all.
That simply would not do though, not in a setting like this. No it was a party and everyone ought to be a part.
"Salutations," He greeted the other man, "I am called Aziraphale, I have just arrived here. One might almost think this party was thrown in celebration of our arrival." Though he was not so egotistical to think that was actually the case. "Weill you not take part in the festivities?" He asked.