mayfield_logs | Drink Count: 24 || Awkward Family Dinner

Drink Count: 24 || Awkward Family Dinner

Who: Crowley, Aziraphale, and Lyn
What: Crowley is finally introducing Lyn to Aziraphale over dinner.
Where: 852 Goldberg Street
When: Evening
Warnings: None that I'm aware of?

Crowley had been cooking for half the day. Not that he was ready to admit that. He had been making pomegranate glazed cornish game hens, rosemary mashed potatoes, brussels sprouts in a sherry bacon cream sauce for dinner and for dessert a plain cheesecake with a raspberry sauce.

The door was open for the angel and the young demon. And oh look, Crowley's even made bruschetta and toasted slices of a baguette for an appetizer.

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Aziraphale being Aziraphale, he wouldn't attend dinner without bringing something. So he comes bearing the best bottle of wine he could find. Seeing that the door's open, he lets himself in. "Crowley, dear?" He calls, just to let him know that it's him. Once his shoes and coat are put aside he follows his nose into the kitchen. And as apparently he's first, he scoots over to Crowley and gives him an affectionate kiss to the corner of his lips, before presenting him with the wine. "Sorry, it's the best I could find."

"In the kitchen, Angel!" He was stirring something red in a small saucepan and couldn't quite go out to greet him. Not that he would, anyway.

Crowley smiled just slightly at the kiss and took the bottle. He read the label and shrugged. "It's not like Mayfield has much to offer in terms of decent wine, but I'm sure it'll be fine. But you do have excellent taste in wine yourself."

He was currently making the raspberry sauce for the cheesecake and he grabbed a teaspoon and scooped some of it up. He blew on it to cool it down and held it out for the angel to taste. "What do you think?"

Lyn could not have been entering a less familiar world if he'd been stepping onto the moon.

Crowley, he knew. Aziraphale, he...sort of knew, even if he hadn't yet put name and face together. Domesticity? Hot meals not prepared by a fast food restaurant? People calling each other 'dear' who weren't in fact droned? Such things were entirely outside his realm of experience.

So when he sidled into Crowley's house(not knocking or waiting for an invitation, because he'd already been invited, right? That and he was perfectly familiar with entering places without asking anyone permission to do so), prowled down the hallway, and caught a glimpse of the scene through the kitchen doorway - Crowley holding out a spoonful of something to a guy who looked like some kind of celestial librarian working the non-fiction section(and not even the good non-fiction - more like books titled The History of Tweed), like he was feeding a baby bird - all he could do was stand there and stare. For a second, he wondered if he was actually in the right house.

And then he realized there was something familiar about Crowley's new boyfriend(really? It was this guy?), and then he could only wish he was in the wrong house.

He opened his mouth briefly, but was forced to close it again. Miraculously, he'd been struck dumb.

"Uh."

Smiling at the offer, Aziraphale leant over to try the sauce. "It's not bad." Actually, none of what he'd made looked bad. When did Crowley learn to cook like this? He was saved from having to ask as they were interrupted. Embarrassed at being caught in a rather intimate (by the angel's standards) moment, he flushed as he turned around to greet the intruder.

And then only reddened more. "Ah. Oh dear. Hello."

He pulled only slightly away from Aziraphale once he'd noticed Lyn arrived. He didn't want to appear too domestic, after all (never mind what Lyn may have already seen).

"Er... Hi."

Lyn just...stared, for a few uncomfortable seconds longer, and very carefully avoided Aziraphale's eyes. This, he could already tell, was going to be the most awkward dinner he'd ever had.

"Hey," he said finally, rather belatedly realizing some kind of greeting was expected. "Uh...the door was open." Resisting the urge to smack himself in the face at this idiotic statement of the obvious was harder than anticipated, but what the hell was he supposed to say in this scenario? 'Hey, Crowley, didn't know you cooked'? 'Oh, hey, you're the guy who hit on me a couple weeks back; I guess you've got a thing for demons'?

He shifted his weight uneasily; Crowley would recognize that Lyn looked almost as restless as when the town had been in ruins, with Lyn paranoid about being out in the open. He looked as though he wanted to bolt. "Didn't mean to interrupt anything..."

Fluttering his wings, Aziraphale coughed delicately. Well. Best just get on with things, right? And the best way to deal with it is to pretend that nothing happened.

And hope that Lyn would do the same.

"Ah, not at all. You must be Lyn?" He said, giving the other demon what he hoped was a graceful smile.

Crowley stood his ground for a moment before he set the spoon in the sink, picked up the bottle of wine Aziraphale brought, and started peeling off the foil. "Angel, grab three glasses from that cabinet to your left."

The demon had noticed that little moment between Aziraphale and Lyn and decided to ask Aziraphale about it later. He wasn't going to let Lyn go so quickly, so before finding the corkscrew he set the platter of bruschetta on the breakfast table in front of the young demon.

"You aren't interrupting, Lyn. Sit down."

Oh, Crowley had hit exactly the right notes to keep Lyn around. For one thing, he'd said 'three glasses', which meant that Lyn was getting free alcohol - not something he was going to turn up his nose at, since no drones would sell him liquor of any kind with him being 'underage'. He could steal it, but it was generally more of a hassle than it was worth; he didn't really dare break into any of Mayfield's stores, simply because he didn't trust the town not to do something horrible to him if he tried, and most of the residents of Mayfield who reliably stocked liquor were absolutely bugfuck crazy and not worth crossing.

For another, he'd laid out equally free food within arm's reach of Lyn. Even before the words "What's this?" had finished leaving the demon's mouth, he had a piece in hand and was bringing it to his mouth. He didn't sit just yet - he tended to be restless anyway - but he'd nonetheless been successfully convinced to stay.

He glanced finally, reluctantly at Aziraphale. Shit, how had he not guessed the first time he saw this guy that he was the angel Crowley had been telling him about? He pretty much exuded that uncomfortably good whitelighter aura - Lyn was pretty sure this was the sort of guy who actually cared about getting library books back on time. Someone who'd actually rewound his rental tapes back when VHS had been a thing. And he looked about as exciting as a bank accountant who lived with his cats.

Granted, Lyn's summary impression kind of ran into difficulties whenever he tried to make it mesh up with "guy who flirted with a teenage demon/guy who is dating Crowley who is also a demon". Could an angel have a demon kink? That was...wow, yeah, not a question he wanted answered, he rapidly and unilaterally decided. "Yeah, that's me," he agreed, giving Aziraphale a very clear 'yeah how about we never discuss what happened ever' look. "And you're..." Fuck. He knew the name, but he was going to butcher it embarrassingly if he tried to say it. Enochian, hell; Lyn was pretty sure that was what people spoke when they talked about speaking in tongues, and his tongue wasn't having shit to do with that. So he finished with "...Crowley's boyfriend."

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