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tramitem_log2020-04-13 05:40 pm
temptationaccomplished) wrote in tramitem_log2020-04-13 05:40 pm
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pleased to meet you
Who: Aziraphale/Mr. Fell and Alec Hardy/Crowley
What: Aziraphale agreed to meet Anthony's cousin, Alec (known right now as Crowley), for Indian food. Anthony hasn't told either of them the whole truth.
When: Saturday, around 6pm because Aziraphale's avoiding a prior commitment.
Where: Adda Restaurant in Long Island City, Queens.
Rating/Warnings: Alec has no bedside manner. He does not people well. Aziraphale has his own peopleing issues. They both know something the other does not. We already can guess this will be a train-wreck--just don't know how many casualties there'll be, other than Aziraphale's heart. ...Or his reputation.
Meeting Anthony's cousin without discussing it first with Anthony was probably not a great idea, in retrospect. This Crowley fellow was already very paranoid and off-putting and prone to assumptions which were...well, they weren't exactly incorrect. Just that they were a little too close to on the mark, actually*
* Example one: Aziraphale wasn't dating Anthony, per se. Not in so many words. They were sort of headed that way, he liked to think. Hopefully. Flirting, exchanging numbers. The kind of thing people do in those initial steps. Crepes together had been nice, and they had agreed to meet to go to a Support meeting... And of course he had been invited to ride on Anthony's motorbike.
** Example Two: He wasn't part of a crime syndicate, but he really did not want to have to discuss that original memory in any more detail than he had, because Crowley was going to think he was some kind of criminal anyway. Anthony had. Thought he might be a hit-man, actually. And no, Aziraphale was never ever going to let Anthony live that one down. But it wasn't going to be even remotely funny to anyone else.
So really, he should have taken this as the bad idea it was and never formalized the arranged meeting. Instead, on Saturday morning, Aziraphale messaged Crowley to tell him the restaurant's address and re-confirm their meeting time, as if nothing at all was problematic with meeting the temperamental cousin-twin of your current crush/past-life-friend.
Wanting to make a good impression, he arrived early dressed in a nice soft sweater, button-up and bow-tie--nothing too fancy or flashy. He didn't know what this cousin might think of a older man with romantic interests in Anthony, but he wanted to come off as soft, friendly, unassuming and safe. All things he most definitely was.
Yes, right, this would go wonderfully.
What: Aziraphale agreed to meet Anthony's cousin, Alec (known right now as Crowley), for Indian food. Anthony hasn't told either of them the whole truth.
When: Saturday, around 6pm because Aziraphale's avoiding a prior commitment.
Where: Adda Restaurant in Long Island City, Queens.
Rating/Warnings: Alec has no bedside manner. He does not people well. Aziraphale has his own peopleing issues. They both know something the other does not. We already can guess this will be a train-wreck--just don't know how many casualties there'll be, other than Aziraphale's heart. ...Or his reputation.
Meeting Anthony's cousin without discussing it first with Anthony was probably not a great idea, in retrospect. This Crowley fellow was already very paranoid and off-putting and prone to assumptions which were...well, they weren't exactly incorrect. Just that they were a little too close to on the mark, actually*
* Example one: Aziraphale wasn't dating Anthony, per se. Not in so many words. They were sort of headed that way, he liked to think. Hopefully. Flirting, exchanging numbers. The kind of thing people do in those initial steps. Crepes together had been nice, and they had agreed to meet to go to a Support meeting... And of course he had been invited to ride on Anthony's motorbike.
** Example Two: He wasn't part of a crime syndicate, but he really did not want to have to discuss that original memory in any more detail than he had, because Crowley was going to think he was some kind of criminal anyway. Anthony had. Thought he might be a hit-man, actually. And no, Aziraphale was never ever going to let Anthony live that one down. But it wasn't going to be even remotely funny to anyone else.
So really, he should have taken this as the bad idea it was and never formalized the arranged meeting. Instead, on Saturday morning, Aziraphale messaged Crowley to tell him the restaurant's address and re-confirm their meeting time, as if nothing at all was problematic with meeting the temperamental cousin-twin of your current crush/past-life-friend.
Wanting to make a good impression, he arrived early dressed in a nice soft sweater, button-up and bow-tie--nothing too fancy or flashy. He didn't know what this cousin might think of a older man with romantic interests in Anthony, but he wanted to come off as soft, friendly, unassuming and safe. All things he most definitely was.
Yes, right, this would go wonderfully.
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"I plan to. I want to see him truly happy in his own way. However it shakes out." He stood then, taking out the money for both meals and flipping it on the table. The tip is a bit meager but he also doesn't have much to go by.
"You're a good man, Fell. I'm glad you're his friend. He needs someone like you." And then shoving his wallet back into his pocket he finishes, somewhat awkwardly.
"Take care." And he'll head out unless someone is inclined to stop him.
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But at that smile he huffed angrily and thought it an absolute shame that throwing a drink in someone's face also probably qualified as assault.
And then it was like whiplash; Crowley didn't turn some smug bastardly comment his way, didn't return anger with anger. He agreed. The asshole agreed in a way that seemed to say he had agreed all along, and then complimented him and left!!
Flustered and now thrown off, Aziraphale fumbled out an apology to the waitstaff and neighboring table, added more to the tip, and hurried to catch Crowley outside.
"Don't you dare just walk off from me--" He was a little out of breath from getting so worked up. "What the hell was that? What do you think you're playing at?"
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He pretended he hadn't heard and power walked across the street, just catching the end of the cross walk sign.
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It was an exhausting bit of nonsense and he felt toyed with. Like the roses in the bin: just here to serve some kind of performative function so that this odd cousin could do whatever it was he thought he was doing, protecting Anthony.
Well, he couldn't very well go back in the restaurant. Not after all that. Yet another perfectly fine eatery ruined for him by a Crowley. And he couldn't just stand here on the curb like an idiot.
Time to take his broken heart home like an adult, find himself a bottle of wine, and have a good cry.
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He waited until he got back down to the subway station to lean against the wall as a cold sweat broke over him. Damned thing. But maybe, he hoped, it would all be worth it in the end--