The Universe's Mixer

Aziraphale was getting frustrated as the computer beeped at him again.

He was attempting to set up his own website for rare book collectors. He had named it "Bibliophile Heaven." He found this amusing and clever in its inclusion of the twist of words. It hadn't really occurred to him that no one else would get it, or that it really wasn't all that clever to begin with. Aziraphale had his own sense of humor.

( It was the coding that was giving him trouble. )

“Play us a song you're the piano man,” Sweeney sang in a raspy voice. He wasn't the greatest singer there ever was, but he was far from the worst. He was sitting on a bar stool at the closest bar to his apartment in a tshirt with a pole dancing woman’s silhouette on it and the words: I support single moms. His hair was mussed, but he didn't care. Really, he was just one step above scrub today.

Or perhaps wino since he'd started the day in the park with the bottle of rail whiskey wrapped in a brown paper bag. It was on his way home that he decided to have a drink and a bite of greasy bar food before going to pass out on his City furnished sofa.

Perhaps he was a little depressed. Perhaps he was just overly intoxicated, but his eyes were glassy as he sang along to the Billy Joel song blasting out of the jukebox. Funny, he wasn't usually one for mushy sentiment, even in music, but this song spoke to him. “Sing us a song tonight. Well, we're all in the mood for a melody and you've got us feelin' all right.”

Oh he was drunk. He was so ridiculously drunk. Sweeney rested his forehead in his hand and sighed before taking another lazy sip from his glass even though he wasn't sure there was even alcohol in it anymore. It was possible the bartender had started giving him some virgin mix that looked authentic, but it wasn't sweet enough to be straight soda. Even so, Sweeney was suspicious, but too drunk to do anything about it.

Jennifer: Jen listened to her messages as soon as she got back to the apartment. Jake wasn't there, and she found that she was really disappointed. She’d been hoping her feline roommate would be there, so she could know he was okay for one. So she could see him and give him a hug for another. Maybe some tuna. Maybe some belly rubs. But she was incredibly glad to hear Simon’s voice come through on her voicemail. She hit the quickdial button on her phone that would connect to his number.

As it rang, she chewed on her lip. It was nice that he was out there. Contacting her. And the same Simon as he’d been when she’d gone into Arkham.

Simon: The doctor wasn’t sure what to do when he hadn’t heard back from her. Of course, she was busy. Plus, it was possible that it wasn’t even her. He didn’t know how to handle how he felt. There was Kaylee, but then there was Jennifer. He really should have gotten out more when he was younger. There had been a few girls, but...

( His phone was ringing. The ID said her name.... )