Cheeky piece

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Its a video call of one Anthony J. Crowley stepping out of a posh building eating a vanilla and chocolate swirled cone. ]

When you think about it sixty-five million isn't really so much to ask for a place like this in the middle of New York. Especially with all those terraces. Parking space for two cars. Concierge. More bedroom space than I'll ever need. And... ha! This might be the best part!

[ He laughed and attached a quick image to the post. ]

They don't want to take that painting with them so it would come with the place! You're an art restorer, what do you think of it, Mr. Fell? Cheeky piece. It's a bit like that play we saw last week, the one where you got all annoyed with me for magically upgrading our seats. I didn't hear you complaining when we ended up with that private box though did I?

[ He paused for a thoughtful lick of chocolate before it ran down the cone. ]

I never even dreamed of owning a place like this one before so of course I signed. What is the point of magic if you can't indulge?

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[serpentinthegarden]

[ He smirked as she added the 'Most of the time'. ]

At least not without your floaties. It's the safe thing to do.

[traceofeffort]

I think I popped my floaties on the other side of the portal, I'll have to get a new set. Or have a lifeguard. Either way, I'm not usually known for sound decisions, so.

[serpentinthegarden]

That's the hazard of taking floaties over to a dry almost desert town...

Did you do any performing when you were over there?

[traceofeffort]

I sure did! And when a barfight started up in the middle of my set, something in me snapped and I dove into the crowd fists-first, thinking I could get them to sit back down and watch me.

My life was one very sharp rollercoaster for about a week there.

[serpentinthegarden]

You jumped into the middle of it! You're all of what 80 pounds and you leapt into the middle of a barfight?!

[ See that was foolish and crazy and WILD! She was a crazy kid and he loved it! ]

Serves them right for interrupting.

[traceofeffort]

I was also out of my mind for a period of twelve to eighteen hours and thought for sure I was going to literally kill Elliott when he came to retrieve me from the jail cell they threw me in after. So... I don't exactly consider it a win. Didn't work, either, and I need to figure out if I can wrap my mind around the new song I was trying to play without remembering... that.

[.....] And give me a little credit. Some eighty-pound waif couldn't hold either of those instruments. [Lisa, how are you putting out depression and an elitist streak at the same time? Stop that.]

[serpentinthegarden]

Several people were. I ended up having to Angel-sit... Prevented Fell from ending up in any kid of jail, not that I really think he would have. He wasn't exactly feral.

[ A beat. ]

Shame really... maybe next time.

[ She was a baffling girl, but he Anthony did still like her. ]

You get points for trying. It's tenacious.

[traceofeffort]

Yipe. I hadn't heard that. He's all right? I'm glad he had someone to look out for him, in any case.

[That beat passes, and her lips twitch.] What, the new song, or Mr. Fell? [She breathes out, a slightly pained smile settling after a second.] But yeah, I'm like that when I get frustrated enough. Just not that much. Ugh, if there weren't a totally good reason for me to have gotten that way, I'd be mortified.

[serpentinthegarden]

Him? Yeah, he's fine. He only ended up being a being peevish.

[ Nothing a good cuddle couldn't cure but one doesn't go around saying things like that. Or explaining that Anthony wouldn't have minded if Aziraphale had gone feral... That it might have been fun trying to find some creative way to keep him from leaving the flat.
But her asking about it that only earns a blink as he reconsidered saying anything more about the angel. ]

I wouldn't be mortified. Everyone has been in a bar brawl once in their life. It's like a rite of passage.

[traceofeffort]

I'm glad he's okay. Things were weird for a while there, but... life goes on, I guess.

I'm sure I'll get in another fight sometime down the line. It's a hazard of playing around enough alcohol. It's more how that one happened specifically that gets me. I'll get over it, but damn, it's galling.