Mirror Mirror on the Wall Who is the Fairest Angel of Them All?

[angelic_asshole]

Now that Balthazar had met...Balthazar during a random trip out to town he was now in possession of a few silken scarves for Jack. Not only that but both angels had discussed their vessels together and had visited several jewellery stores within the Nexus. This was more out of Balthazar talking about a possible eternity ring for Jack at Christmas. His counterpart being very helpful, since he clearly had taste being another version of himself, had offered to escort him around the jewellers.

Now he was back home, Balthazar had laid out a few bowls of snacks; crisps, tortillas, pickled onions (since Jack loved them and the angel's cupboard was stocked full of them), jellies and some ice cream. Next to that were several bottles of booze, scotch, vodka, rum, wine and tequila. His counterpart could take his pick on which he wished to procure. Just adding the finishing touches to the table which included setting out a scented candle which smelt of frankincense. It wasn't quite a date but more of a meeting of the angels as such.

"Right....now where are you?"

Rummaging around, Balthazar pulled out the bottle opener for the wine if his counterpart so wished to coat his palate with a vintage. All he had to do now was to wait for the other angel to show up at his doorstep. Either that or he might teleport directly inside, which wouldn't surprise him one bit.

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[tryingitall]

"It's brilliant, isn't it?" His delight is almost childlike for a moment. He doesn't know for a fact that his alternate has the same feelings about angel-family as he does, but he does tend to assume. "And none of them wanting to stab you for having a little fun!"

"Mind you, Lucifer's lot are at war and there are political tiffs on the regular, but even at that rate they're light years friendlier than our Host. I want to go abduct all the cherubs and cupids from home and bring them here where they can have a good time without being bullied."

Not that most of them would go. It's just a whim.

"Ah. Moloch most definitely bites. And chews and swallows on occasion. He's very unhappy and I don't blame him for that, but I've come to realize I'm not the person to reach out to him."

"Scotch? Always. Is it Glenmorangie? That's my favorite." He nods and laughs at the suggestion of Truth or Dare. "All right, but you start."

[angelic_asshole]

"Oh, it is certainly brilliant alright. He seems such a gentle soul."

Balthazar knew he'd have to get to know Aziraphale better over the course of time within the Nexus. Not being stabbed is definitely a good thing. At least he didn't have to keep looking behind in fear of being betrayed. That was the worst feeling. For now though, he was enjoying his counterpart's company and rightly so.

"He bites? I'll have to watch out for that one. Jack bites but he's the only one who I actually enjoy biting me."

A playful smirk and he tipped his glass up to his lips taking a small sip. Glancing at his rocks glass, Balthazar swallowed slowly, feeling the liquid coat his throat with the slow burn on the way down. That always felt good.

"Naturally. I do enjoy a good Scottish single malt. We have such excellent taste, darling!"

Now, what would it be? Truth or dare? Balthazar frowned slightly as he tried to think what would be best. Something nice and easy to crack the ice with so to speak. Oh, all the ice puns. He was good at those.

"Alright, truth!"