Demontoberfest

[serpentinthegarden]

Who: Beetlejuice, Crowley, and anyone who wants to party demon-style. OTA
Where: The Third Ring
When: September 10th, Evening - Dawn
What: Demontoberfest
Warnings: PG13 - for demons and their antics

[Prompts in the comments. Make your own starters if you want. This Demontoberfest is a direct reaction to Eleven's much more Holy event.]

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[serpentinthegarden]

It was a trick of the dance, an illusion brought on by the heavy drinking, the dim mood lighting, and the yearning song. He had secretly hoped Aziraphale would take notice and wish to stay by his side as much as he wished to stay by his Angel's but it wasn't likely to happen. He couldn't say how he felt, truly he wasn't even sure his mouth could form the words, and Aziraphale had always had very good reasons for keeping his sinful self at wing's length.

The dance had made them both as giddy as the drink had, making them think the the wild impossible was actually possible. It was foolish. As foolish as picking that one song out of the dozens of Queen melodies he could have chosen! It was stupid! Some how his drink addled mind had picked the one song that left little doubt as to his true feelings.

And yet still, he stayed with the dance. Wanting to pretend for just that little bit longer that this was actually real.

"You're drunk Angel. Probably as drunk as I am."

Wasn't that all it was?

[temptationaccomplished]

"So?" Really, Crowley was ruining a perfectly lovely moment by reminding him he was drunk. If he'd wanted someone to police his good time, he would have invited Alec to play overbearing chaperone, or stayed at the party at the Temples. What did being drunk have to do with his undying affection for his demonic best friend? Some of their best times together went along with a glass of wine or a pint of mead. He pulled back to watch Crowley properly as they spoke. "I've been drunk plenty of times and it hasn't stopped us from having very honest conversations, I think. Dare I say sometimes blasphemly--" The word tied his tongue and he frowned and tried again, perturbed that it might be supporting Crowley's argument. "Blasphemously honest."

On both sides, really. They'd had their secrets, naturally they'd kept secrets, but they had also divulged entirely too much about their opinions, respective missions and head offices to be wholly kosher.

"Of course if you don't want me to say such things, I won't," he promised and gave a coy shrug. "At least not where you might hear."

[serpentinthegarden]

"I don't want you to say anything you'll regret... Something you will have to take back in the morning."

To be reminded tomorrow that he was a demon and Aziraphale was an angel, there would always be a dividing line between them. Or worse, that he had moved too fast, that his company needed to be withdrawn for a few centuries when in actuality he would give anything to hear Aziraphale say, 'I want you beside me, always' again. They had just graduated to friends, best friends, and nothing should compromise that!