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[Dec. 14th, 2008|08:50 pm] |
Who: Nathaniel Quinn, Satriel, and Rain, with a possible cameo by some of Rain's memories?
What: Getting their drink on. Angel disapproval, and accusations of deception. A Saturday night.
When/Where: Backdated to last night, Rain's flat in London.
Warnings: Possible swearing, and alcohol consumption, but none if Satriel can prevent it. He's a prude.
Nathaniel, the whiskey, and a surly angel-presence appeared at Rain's door just shortly after the conversation had ended. The man they had replaced appeared to be something of a lush, and they had the Wild Turkey on hand. Satriel had done his best to guilt the priest into refusing the temptation, but he seemed to be losing the battle tonight.
"Commisseration is part of my function, same as yours, you old Prude. Leave it be," It still shocked Satriel, how quickly their conversations had devolved in this place, from respectful meetings of minds to common bickering, and he made that known with a feeling, which only made Nathaniel's frown deepen. "Well, perhaps that's thanks to the lack of social interaction, in which case, this is a Godsend," Yes, he used the phrase just to get a rise out of Satriel, and hopefully annoy him into silence. It seemed to work, as he raised a hand to knock.
"Rain? It's Nathaniel," He opened the door as instructed, looking around as he let himself inside. |
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