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    Part 1:

    "No. Not interested. At all. Ever."

    "You haven't even let me describe my newest accessory."

    Alastor sighed dramatically. "Listen. I know how unreasonably proud you are of... switching out your sausages. But I've had the unfortunate pleasure of seeing the inside of his work briefcase"—he jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward the fluffy pink dancer on the nightclub's main stage—"and so I can assure you, there is nothing you could have wired to your groin that is either novel to me or appealing to me. Enjoy your evening." Alastor spun on one foot and trotted off.

    "It's a microphone."

    Alastor stopped five steps away. "What kind."

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    “Would you look at this masterpiece! The granddaddy of the greatest microphones in the world. That elegant, dramatic design—"

    "Ohhh god," Vox groaned, spreading his knees wider. "I seriously underestimated how hot this was going to be."

    Alastor raised his head from between Vox's thighs to glower.

    "Well?" Vox smirked. "Go on. Call me ‘granddaddy’ again.”

    "You're making it very hard to get into this."

    "Do you know what you're making ‘very hard’—"

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    02 Jul 2020

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    The other Overlord could beg and pout to his heart's content, but nothing he did was going to convince the Radio Demon to get up from his spot on the couch and move to his damned lap.

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    In which Alastor is not going to let that damn pimp talk him into sitting in his lap like some sort of dog, except oh wait, yes he is, except- wait no, he didn't want it to go like that-

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    21 Jan 2020

  3. Public Bookmark 59

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    The shadow expresses what its master refuses to admit. Also Angel comes to regret getting what he wished for.

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    25 Dec 2019

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    “—I’ve been told it’s a liability issue, see, they just don’t want to be held responsible for anything you might be getting up to in your new capacity as a freelance traitor, so they sent me up here with this for you to sign which absolves them of all fault for your actions, on Earth and elsewhere, in perpetuity in all dominions earthly and spiritual, it’s all in there, if you want to read it…” 

    Crowley hesitated for just a moment before spitting, “Alright, give that here,” and snatching the paperwork out of Eric’s hands. 

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    An unexpected visit from Hell's messenger boy sends Crowley & Aziraphale's date night down a chaotic path.

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    09 Nov 2019

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    "Terribly sorry, but you're late," said the Metatron, tapping its wrist. "I do regret pointing that out."

    Beelzebub bristled, regarding the bench with blank, yet tired eyes of flame. "There wazz much congezztion in the Fifth Circle. It could not be helped." It looked at the Metatron. "Apologiezz."

    "We had better get on with this, and I have orders to make it quick," the Metatron sighed, dubiously taking a seat on the bench. The rain-slick wood hissed and smouldered. "Sit down," it said.

    Beelzebub shrugged, but stiffly, as if this were a gesture in which it did not often indulge. Between the two of them, they now had the bench smoking profusely. "Parley. What are your termzz?"

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    30 Oct 2019