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Date: December 21, 1999
Status: Semi-Private (Complete)
Setting: The Bar
Summary: Raph goes and finds Aziraphale to get advice on making an effort.
Blushing, Raphael meandered around the mansion looking for his fellow angel Aziraphale. It was days after Gabriel had recommended that the two talk, but he was still nearly too ashamed and worried about the whole process to search Aziraphale out and ask such a favor. In the end, however, he got up the courage and started wondering just where he could find Aziraphale during the day. He didn't want to wait until evening - his nerve was rapidly disappearing so he wanted to act as quickly as possible.
Then he realized - the bar! The angel often seemed to be there for one reason or another. Alcohol was, he supposed, something one understood better when making an effort, just like... other things. So maybe that's why Aziraphale appreciated it so much.
Shyly, he walked into the bar and cleared his throat.
"Aziraphale?" He called softly, looking around and hoping the angel would be there.
Status: Semi-Private (Complete)
Setting: The Bar
Summary: Raph goes and finds Aziraphale to get advice on making an effort.
Blushing, Raphael meandered around the mansion looking for his fellow angel Aziraphale. It was days after Gabriel had recommended that the two talk, but he was still nearly too ashamed and worried about the whole process to search Aziraphale out and ask such a favor. In the end, however, he got up the courage and started wondering just where he could find Aziraphale during the day. He didn't want to wait until evening - his nerve was rapidly disappearing so he wanted to act as quickly as possible.
Then he realized - the bar! The angel often seemed to be there for one reason or another. Alcohol was, he supposed, something one understood better when making an effort, just like... other things. So maybe that's why Aziraphale appreciated it so much.
Shyly, he walked into the bar and cleared his throat.
"Aziraphale?" He called softly, looking around and hoping the angel would be there.