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Saturdays were one of Angel’s favorite days for a few reasons; things were slow at the hotel because Charlie gave the small handful of residence a break from counselling and activities to do as they please (within reason), Alastor didn’t have a broadcast so he got more time with his beau, and most of all he got to cook dinner for the small group of friends.
The spider stood at the kitchen counter covered from waist to cheek in random blotches of flower, the counter was practically white with it, and he hummed a tune as he rolled out a dough with sharp dexterity. Too lost in making sure the dough was rolled out thin and trying to remember the recipe without looking at the book Angel didn’t notice Alastor step into the room and watch him with careful eyes, fluffy ears flicking to and fro working to identify the tune his spider was humming. Once he recognized the tune his smile widened waiting until the spider started the tune over again to step behind him and lean close to his ear.
“Shame?”
Angel jumped, fur standing on end but after quickly realizing who’s chin was now resting on his shoulder relaxed enough to chuckle and begin vocalizing the song.
“Seems an awful waste...
Such a nice, plump frame
Wot's 'is name has...
Had...
Has!
No it can't be traced...
Bus'ness needs a lift,
Debts ta be erased...
Think of it as thrift,
As a gift,
If you get my drift!”
Alastor cocked his head to the side pretending to be confused but the arms slowly coiling around the spider’s slim waist said otherwise making him playfully roll his eyes and continue.
“No?
Seems an awful waste...
I mean, with the price of meat
What it is,
When ya get it,
If ya get it…”
Alastor’s smile widened more as he straightened his head.
“Ahh!”
Angel tried not to giggle but it slipped a bit as he returned to rolling out the dough in front of him.
“Good, ya got it!
Take, fer instance, Mrs. Rosie an’ her pie shop!
Bus'ness never better usin’ only pussycats an’ toast!
An’ a pussy's good for maybe six or seven at the most!
An’ I'm sure they can't compare as far as taste!”
Alastor gave a low chuckle at the slight change in lyrics to involve his long time friend.
“Mon ange, what a charming notion!”
“Well it does seem a waste…”
They sang at the same time making them both smile more as the music to the song began drifting in the air around them. One of the radio demon’s hands moved from his waist to carefully take away the rolling pin before spinning him around so they were face to face.
“Eminently practical
And yet appropriate as always!
My love, how I've lived
all these years without you, I'll never know!
How delectable!
Also undetectable!”
Angel giggled as they began a slow spinning waltz before singing again.
“Think ‘bout it!
Lotsa gentlemen'll
Soon be comin' fer a show,
Won't they?
Think of
All them
Pies!”
They broke apart from the waltz to stand by the sink, Angel quickly pulled aside the curtain of the window above the counter revealing a few of the hotel residences in the garden and just beyond the busy city street. Alastor’s eyes scanned over the scene as he folded his hands behind his back with that wicked grin that seemed almost too real if not for the playful gleam in his eyes.
“Oh what's the sound of the world out there?”
Angel’s smile turned playfully wicked as well as his eyes turned back to his lover with a mask of almost childlike curiosity.
“What, Mr. Laveau?
What, Mr. Laveau?
Whats that sound??”
Alastor gave the world outside a sneer that bordered on a growl.
“Those crunching noises pervading the air!”
Angel nodded as his eyes flickered over every demon in sight starting to really fall into the roll of their little show.
“Yes, Mr. Laveau!
Yes, Mr. Laveau!
Yes, all around!”
Alastor glanced at the spider as he leaned on the sink before his eyes turned back to the street.
“It's man devouring man, my dear!”
Angel felt a shudder run down his spine as they fell into perfect sync without missing a beat.
“And who are we to deny it in here?”
Angel turned on his heel and went to the countertop not covered in flour as Alastor spoke, slowly turning back to face him.
“These are desperate times,
my love, and desperate measures are called for!”
As Alastor began slowly walking closer the spider carefully picked up a small pie from the cooling rack on the counter and held it for the radio demon to see with a bright smile.
“Here we are, now! Hot out of the oven!”
Alastor raised a brow and slightly cocked his head as he examined the little pie.
“What is that?”
Angel’s smile turned positively wicked as he leaned his elbows on the counter staring deep into the deer demon’s eyes and began to sing.
“Priest. Have a little priest.Sir, it’s too good, at least!
Then again they do commit sins of the flesh so it’s pretty fresh.”
Alastor sneered down his nose
“Quite a bit of fat.”
Angel wrinkled his nose a bit.
“Only where it sat.”
Alastor shook his head, turning his eyes to a tall lizard-like demon leaning on a wall with a cigarette in one claw and a book of poems in the other.
“Haven't you got a poet, or something like that?”
Angel looked at the demon and shook his head and gave a flippant wave of his wrist as if dismissing the idea.
“Nah, y'see, the trouble with poet is
how do ya know he’s deceased?
Stick ta priest!”
They observed the demons moving about the street for a few beats before Angel gestured with his chin to a sharply dressed fox demon with a sly grin holding a folder.
“Lawyer's rather nice.”
Alastor followed his love’s gaze taking in the creature with bored eyes.
“Only for a price.”
Angel shrugged then, keeping his eye on the demon.
“Order somethin’ else ta follow,
Since no one will swallow him twice!”
Alastor glanced at the spider again and they shared a look.
“Do you have anything that’s lean.”
They slowly looked back out the window both their eyes landing on a demon dressed like a drill sergeant barking orders to a group of imps.
“Well if ya want British and loyal,
Ya might enjoy Royal Marine!
Anyway, it's clean.
Course, it tastes of wherever it's been!”
The music picked up pace then as Alastor gestured to a demon rushing around like an idiot while on fire.
“Is that squire,
on fire?”
Angel’s grin grew as he crossed his arms and shook his head.
“Mercy no, sir, look closer an’ you'll see it's grocer!”
Alastor’s grin widened impossibly as they became more immersed in their little game.
“He looks thicker,
More like vicar!”
Angel chuckled leaning close to the radio demon.
“Nah it has to be grocer; It's green!”
Alastor scoffed reaching a hand up to the spider's shoulder leading him back to the center of the kitchen, his thumb brushing Angel’s throat in a way that made his breath hitch.
“ The history of the world, my love --”
“Save a lot of graves,
Do a lot of enemies favors!”
Angel pretended to muse over his own thoughts as Alastor paused before continuing.
“Is we below serving those up above!”
Angel crossed his arms in thought.
“Ev'rybody listens,
So there should be lotsa of flavors!”
Alastor smiled guiding Angle to face him by his elbow gracefully.
“How gratifying for once to know,”
His hands gripped the spider’s forearms as they fell into almost practiced sync again grinning maniacally.
“That those above will serve those down below!”
They turned back to the window once again before Alastor’s eyes landed on a rather flashily dressed demon standing on the corner earning a sneer.
“What is that?”
Angel chuckled under his breath.
“It's fop.
Finest in the shop.”
The spider paused to turn back to the counter with the cooling pies and with his lower arms grabbed a bowl that held what looked like a mix of seasonings before gently sprinkling a bit over one of the pies.
“Or we have some shepherd's pie peppered
with actual shepherd on top!
An’ I've just begun --
Here's a politician, so oily
He’s served with a doily,
Have one!”
Alastor examined the poor pie that had seemingly sprung a leak during cooking and the filling was dribbling and burnt onto the side of the pastry.
“Put it on a bun,”
Angel’s pinched into an almost offended mask making the radio demon chuckle and a light wave of a laugh track under one the music as he reached out and lightly tickled under the spider’s chin just enough for him to melt.
“Well you never know if he’s going to run!”
Angel gave a nod of understanding with an eye roll as the claws under his chin moved away to instead trail down his neck and side until it reached his waist.
“Try the friar,
Fried, he’s drier!”
Alastor leaned close to his love’s lips but kept a breath’s distance between them with a cocky smirk.
“No, a clergy is really
Too coarse and too mealy!”
As the spider’s eyelids began to droop the deer demon gave a wicked smirk and moved out of reach quickly earning himself an annoyed leer and pout as the spider crossed his arms.
“Then actor,
It’s compactor!”
Alastor gave a low chuckle at the annoyed tone before giving a flippant wave of his wrist.
“Yes, but it always arrives overdone!
I'll come again when you've got King on the menu!”
A shudder ran through Angel as he suddenly found himself firmly pressed against the radio demon’s front barely an inch between their lips once again. The deer began slowly moving closer to close the distance but at the last second just before they kissed he moved away leaving Angel confused and staring at him as he began to spin them around in a fast waltz.
“Have charity towards the world, my pet!”
Angel quickly snapped out of his daze and joined in the waltz keeping his eyes firmly on the demon leading him.
“Yes, yes, I know my love!”
Alastor’s smile softened as the arm around his love tightened.
“We'll take all the listeners that we can get!”
Angel mirrored the smile as their waltz began to slow.
“Hell-born and earth born my love!”
Alastor stopped the dance then locked their eyes with a bright fire burning in his own red pools.
“We'll not discriminate between great or small!
No, we'll serve anyone,
Meaning anyone!”
Angel looped his arms around the deer demon’s neck gently coaxing him closer as they fell into perfect sync one last time.
“And to anyone at all!”
As the song ended and the music faded out Angel couldn’t hold back pearls of laughter anymore as he rested his forehead against Alastor’s earning a soft chuckle in return.
“I fuckin’ regret showin’ ya that movie Smiles! I’ll never be able ta make meat pies seriously again without singin’ that song!”
Alastor chuckled again before lightly pecking his love’s lips.
“Mmm that sounds like a livable consequence to me of it means I can see your charming smile mon ange.”
Angel blushed but returned the kiss happily content to just enjoy being held by his love. Once the rest of dinner was finished cooking, Angel and Alastor brought the pies out to the rest of the hotel inhabitants making Vaggie raise a brow as she poked the pie on her plate. Charlie put on a curious smile as her eyes flickered between Angel and Alastor as they took their seats across from each other.
“This is something new Angel! What is it?”
The spider glanced at Alastor across the table and gave a smirk and wink.
“A little priest.”