Good Omens fic
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daegaer who wanted something. ;-)
Water into Whine
"No, I'm telling you. Water is harder."
Aziraphale shook his head, feeling slightly dizzy but not, by any stretch of anyone's imagination including certain demons with crude manners, muddled. He took another drink from his mug before responding. "I'm afraid I must disagree. Water is, by comparison, quite simple."
Jesus waved a hand before grabbing his own suddenly refilled mug again. "Not when you have to work within constraints. You lot have it easy, I'm telling you. Wave a hand, snap a finger, presto chango."
"We do not say--"
"Yes, yes, it's a figure of speech." Jesus took a long drink, paused, burped, then took a second swallow.
Aziraphale scowled. "But my point...." He'd forgotten his point. It had been something brilliant about just how easy it was to work with water -- one of the fundamental elements, after all. You could do anything with it. Turn it into wine, walk on it, freeze it and add it to the most delightful liquid concoctions. In fact, he'd meant to order one of those next, but he'd never got to the bottom of his first mug of beer. Couldn't order a second drink before finishing the first, after all. It would be rude.
Now he'd really lost his train of thought. "Christ," he muttered.
"Yes?"
Aziraphale blinked at him. "No, sorry. Figure of speech."
"Are you taking my name in vain?" Jesus asked primly -- wholly out of character, but perhaps, Aziraphale thought kindly, he was a tad drunk. Poor guy -- almost never got out of the house anymore. Jesus said, winking, "You know that means you buy the next round."
"I haven't finished my first round," Aziraphale complained. Wait - why was he complaining? However long they'd been here, and they hadn't had to pay for more than one drink apiece.
"I'm sorry, did you want something else?" Jesus looked abashed for some reason.
"No, no, I'm fine. What was I saying? Oh, yes. Water. I grant you that it's a classic. But it really doesn't compare to--"
He was interrupted by a loud thunderclap. Startled, he looked out the window. There wasn't any rain.
"Christ, I gotta go." Jesus drained his mug and jumped up. "See you around, Aziraphale. Take it easy on those peanuts -- all that added salt. Not dad's idea."
daegaer who wanted something. ;-)Water into Whine
"No, I'm telling you. Water is harder."
Aziraphale shook his head, feeling slightly dizzy but not, by any stretch of anyone's imagination including certain demons with crude manners, muddled. He took another drink from his mug before responding. "I'm afraid I must disagree. Water is, by comparison, quite simple."
Jesus waved a hand before grabbing his own suddenly refilled mug again. "Not when you have to work within constraints. You lot have it easy, I'm telling you. Wave a hand, snap a finger, presto chango."
"We do not say--"
"Yes, yes, it's a figure of speech." Jesus took a long drink, paused, burped, then took a second swallow.
Aziraphale scowled. "But my point...." He'd forgotten his point. It had been something brilliant about just how easy it was to work with water -- one of the fundamental elements, after all. You could do anything with it. Turn it into wine, walk on it, freeze it and add it to the most delightful liquid concoctions. In fact, he'd meant to order one of those next, but he'd never got to the bottom of his first mug of beer. Couldn't order a second drink before finishing the first, after all. It would be rude.
Now he'd really lost his train of thought. "Christ," he muttered.
"Yes?"
Aziraphale blinked at him. "No, sorry. Figure of speech."
"Are you taking my name in vain?" Jesus asked primly -- wholly out of character, but perhaps, Aziraphale thought kindly, he was a tad drunk. Poor guy -- almost never got out of the house anymore. Jesus said, winking, "You know that means you buy the next round."
"I haven't finished my first round," Aziraphale complained. Wait - why was he complaining? However long they'd been here, and they hadn't had to pay for more than one drink apiece.
"I'm sorry, did you want something else?" Jesus looked abashed for some reason.
"No, no, I'm fine. What was I saying? Oh, yes. Water. I grant you that it's a classic. But it really doesn't compare to--"
He was interrupted by a loud thunderclap. Startled, he looked out the window. There wasn't any rain.
"Christ, I gotta go." Jesus drained his mug and jumped up. "See you around, Aziraphale. Take it easy on those peanuts -- all that added salt. Not dad's idea."