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Time: August 15th, 2000
Place: The bar
Status: Everyone except Adam
Summary: Pretty decorations...



Fuschia?

Well, that wasn't the primary color they had hoped for. Pepper sighed atop the ladder and fastened another corner with the staple gun. She was trying to go as fast as she could, but with how she had to keep moving the ladder every few staples, it was going slower than she'd hoped.

She'd seen what Wensley had prepared, though. It was gorgeous and likely delicious enough for everyone to end up wishing that he'd made another. He'd had to smack her hand away from it to keep her from trying any. Old habits died harder for Them.

She looked down at Wensley, grumbling, "Is this really all we could come up with? Looks like the decorations for that Princess Bash you had to babysit for at the Dawson's a few years back." Okay, it wasn't that bad. They'd managed a little blue and green in certain places. And it was decidedly lacking in screaming ten-year-olds in cheap lipstick and rouge. But, really.

She leaned back on the ladder, glancing out to where John and Azirphale (she was so proud of herself for finally figuring out how to pronounce his name right) stood. "How much time do you think we have out there?" she shout-whispered to them. "Roughly?"

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Beelzebub's throat constricted and his tongue curled back on itself, the first stabs of fear freezing his muscles.

"Yes," he said, unable to keep the answer from bubbling up from that shameful place deep inside. His lips parted, unbelieving, and he could think of little other than how close Adam was, and how none of this could be real. He had to be imagining it. This didn't happen to him. These things never happened to him.

And the thought that Adam could shove him up against the wall and kiss him, take him like a swooning maiden in some trashy romance novella, a dime store purchase, sent the blood rushing to the vicinity of his groin.

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Adam moved even nearer, their lips a scant couple of inches apart, close enough to share breaths. He was trying to think how Belial would act in a situation like this. At least when they were this close, the demon couldn't see his shorts...

"Well, that's a shame. But I wouldn't like you to think I was nasty." And he began to slowly pull away.

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Beelzebub found his hand moving of it's own accord, slipping under Adam's arm and grasping him right below the ribcage. The feel of the brat child's soft skin under his own cool hands sent shudders down his spine. What was he doing?

It was this place. So crazy, the right side of things always down, and the left side the right, spinning like a mad impressionistic painting of reality. It made his throat hurt with fear.

He had spent so many years watching other people think and feel, sensitive to others' emotions because it was necessary to be to complete his assigned tasks, Adam's presence was jarring. An aura almost as overpowering as Lucifer's--but more engulfing because he cared. Beelzebub was numb to fury and madness, but that bright, shining hope in Adam kept him rocking on his heels if he didn't prepare himself. And he was hardly prepared for this sudden display of sensuality.

The words he wanted to say caught in his throat, but he couldn't look away and his eyes said all that anyone would need to say.

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Adam's abdomen tensed where the demon touched it - touched his bare skin in a very different way than Brian and Shadow had earlier. Their hands had been clinical; his body had felt like just another piece of sports equipment. But now, every nerve was sparking, the icy fingers across his stomach combined with that look, prompted something much warmer inside. Like when Ellie had kissed him. This was dangerous. It needed to end and right away, but it couldn't end badly...

Trusting his instincts, Adam spun, shoving the Crown against a nearby wall, one hand on the demon's shoulder and another on his hip. Leaning over him, lips a hairsbreadth apart, he breathed, "Beelzebub... I hafta get back to my other guests now. Excuse me."

An instant later, he was gone, melding into the crowd and accepting their happy congratulations.