You know, if it had been a public *women's* room that had been empty, that would have been an even bigger miracle *g*
I *like!
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"I wish you had come to the game with us, my dear." There was no answer, not that Aziraphale had really expected one. "I believe you would have enjoyed it," he said, sitting down on the sofa next to his partner. "Very noisy. Very . . . sweaty."
"Hmmph."
"What was that? I didn't quite catch what you said."
"The Hell you didn't," Crowley muttered.
Oh dear. It was going to be like that, was it?
"I suppose the Devils lost. Again."
"Yes . . . I'm afraid so. Constable Fraser proved to be quite a fine hockey coach after he learned to accept the subtle art of . . . ."
Aziraphale pursed his lips and crossed his arms over his chest. That he wasn't looking in Crowley's direction had no significance.
"How else do you imagine the Rangers were going to beat the Devils?" he sputtered.
Crowley's grin widened. "Cheating. Benton Fraser cheating. So . . . at least one devil came out ahead tonight."
"He wasn't cheating. It was the Metatron! He interceded, and . . . "
"Just him?"
"Fine - I did as well! The crowd was . . . well, it was so exciting and . . . oh, for Heaven's sake, Crowley. It just happened. Haven't you ever been caught up in the moment?" He picked up one of the sofa pillows and held it tightly against his chest. This wasn't going at all the way he'd hoped.
"Aziraphale."
"What?" He could hear the sulkiness in his voice.
"Want to get . . .er . . . caught up in the moment again? "See if you can . . . score on a Devil?"
Then again, Aziraphale thought to himself: what's a little change of plans betteween friends.
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Date: 2004-04-24 10:31 pm (UTC)You know, if it had been a public *women's* room that had been empty, that would have been an even bigger miracle *g*
I *like!
******story continued**********
"I wish you had come to the game with us, my dear." There was no answer, not that Aziraphale had really expected one. "I believe you would have enjoyed it," he said, sitting down on the sofa next to his partner. "Very noisy. Very . . . sweaty."
"Hmmph."
"What was that? I didn't quite catch what you said."
"The Hell you didn't," Crowley muttered.
Oh dear. It was going to be like that, was it?
"I suppose the Devils lost. Again."
"Yes . . . I'm afraid so. Constable Fraser proved to be quite a fine hockey coach after he learned to accept the subtle art of . . . ."
Crowley's head whipped around. "Of what?"
"Well," Aziraphale said, looking slightly ill at ease. "Of cheating, actually."
A snakelike grin appeared on Crowley's face.
"Cheating?"
Aziraphale pursed his lips and crossed his arms over his chest. That he wasn't looking in Crowley's direction had no significance.
"How else do you imagine the Rangers were going to beat the Devils?" he sputtered.
Crowley's grin widened. "Cheating. Benton Fraser cheating. So . . . at least one devil came out ahead tonight."
"He wasn't cheating. It was the Metatron! He interceded, and . . . "
"Just him?"
"Fine - I did as well! The crowd was . . . well, it was so exciting and . . . oh, for Heaven's sake, Crowley. It just happened. Haven't you ever been caught up in the moment?" He picked up one of the sofa pillows and held it tightly against his chest. This wasn't going at all the way he'd hoped.
"Aziraphale."
"What?" He could hear the sulkiness in his voice.
"Want to get . . .er . . . caught up in the moment again? "See if you can . . . score on a Devil?"
Then again, Aziraphale thought to himself: what's a little change of plans betteween friends.
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