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Fleur ushers the girls into the surprising smoke free club, keeping one hand on Tonks as she goes.

"Welcome, madams and mister to The Witch's Tit! The finest drag cabaret in London! -Starlet!"

Fleur pounces a big, hairy, beautiful drag queen and they air kiss as they coo at each other.

"Everyone, thiz iz Starlet. She will love you forever and alwayz. Sit, sit! And bring on the penis hatz!"

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From:

a-fell.livejournal.com

*his glass is miraculously full of absinthe again*

If I start singing Abba, you'll kill me, won't you?

From:

young_tmriddle

At this point, I'll be more likely to sing with you.

From:

a-fell.livejournal.com

...that's almost too tempting.

*he clears his throat and produces another, slightly smaller, glass of the green stuff for Tom. And he definitely downs his glassfull before grinning and softly starting*

My my... at Waterloo Napoleon did surrender...

*No, he Doesn't Do popular culture. But there's only so much you can escape, living in Soho...*

From:

young_tmriddle

Mmm, absinthe - haven't had that in a while.

*He takes a drink and grins.*

Who's this ABBA? I don't know any of her songs.

From:

a-fell.livejournal.com

*he laughs*

Oh glee! We are saved! Ring out the bells, knock 'em for six, tea for two in the summer house. You're better off not knowing, my dear.

From:

young_tmriddle

I do know Yes, We Have No Bananas!

From:

a-fell.livejournal.com

*he collapses on Tom's shoulder, giggling faintly*

No bananas allowed. Hen night, m'dear!

From:

young_tmriddle

*Tom sporfles*

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... I didn't know you had it in you, Aziraphael.

*He is so glad he came tonight.*

From:

a-fell.livejournal.com

*he holds up a finger, and mouths silently for a moment, then snorts*

I can't. Too innocent for that sort've innuninnuendo.

From:

young_tmriddle

*Tom's not.

He pounds the table.*

You are killing me... killing me dead. Door will be terribly vexed.

*He tries to look serious. And then there is definite giggling. It's very manly giggling, though.*

From:

a-fell.livejournal.com

*he smiles beatifically*

Perhaps she will be my friend if I give her a banananana.

*then he thinks about it for a moment*

Not mine. Nope. Exclusive rights to the demon. Half of all I own except my books 'cos he won't let me drive the Bentley. Should go -

*he waves a limp hand*

- wipe banana all over it.

From:

young_tmriddle

You'd better not give Door your banana.

*He tries to look stern, but then there is more drunken (manly) giggling*

From:

a-fell.livejournal.com

*he blinks slowly at Tom*

Plenty of banana to go 'round. 'cept not. Hen night. We should go on a banana hunt.

I'm not scared.

From:

young_tmriddle

I have no need of bananas. I prefer... cantaloupes.

From:

a-fell.livejournal.com

*he looks faintly disapproving*

That's a choice every man has to make for himself.

From:

young_tmriddle

Here now, cantaloupes are a fine, fine fruit. Very sweet.

*He steals a glance at Door.*

From:

a-fell.livejournal.com

*he waves a happy hand*

Either or, m'dear. Crowley's a one-man-fruitsalad.

From:

young_tmriddle

*Tom descends into a fit of laughter.*

Oh... God...

I'm telling him you said that!

Fruit salad...

*Tom slips off the chair, he's laughing so hard.*

From:

a-fell.livejournal.com

*Aziraphael's chuckling quietly, with rather more decorum than Tom*

Just glad we didn't get onto cherries. Coulda been terrible.

*he speaks softly, almost to himself*

I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples...

From:

young_tmriddle

Yes, cherry discussions would veer into awkward territory, indeed.

*He is soothed by Aziraphael's voice and the words he speaks, as the giddy laughter dies down.*

Lewd fruit discussion aside, this is a bloody brilliant party.