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[Closed] Don't drink and fly!

characters: Xayah and Crowley
location: The Docks, at the start then wherever there's place to practice flying!
date/time: After hallucinations event, but before end of month, 25th?
content: Crowley is teaching Xayah to fly
warnings: Foul language, drinking, talking smack? General warnings for Beacon

She was nervous.

And who wouldn't be? More than ten years Xayah didn't shapeshift her cloak back into her wings, giving her best to blend into the surroundings and with humans she encountered. It never occurred to her that she should just try and fly- until Crowley suggested that.

She doesn't remember flying at all. What she remembers was being mocked for tall ears, tattoos on her face, her feet and her wings. Wings that she shapeshifted into a feathery cloak.

And now, she shifted it back to what they are. A pair of pretty purple wings, that have a soft blend to maroon red on the edges, the same color of her hair. They are as big as her body and she feels a bit odd wearing them after such a long time. But she's determined to learn. Flying will just give her a huge advantage in everything.

After not being able to find Crowley at the Invincible, she heads to the docks. It was one other place he told her she can find him once she's ready. And she's ready. Uh... she hopes?

She sneaks up to the docks and waits for people to clear out a bit before stepping up to where she spotted Crowley working on some planks and crates and whatnot.

"I see you can walk," her lips twitch as she jumps on one of the crates behind Crowley, her wings making a soft swishing sound. Man, she needs to get used to this now, huh? She tries to have a serious expression, but there's a twinkle in her eye and twitch in her lips that's telling so much how excited she actually is about all of this.

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Crowley spreads his hand out and concentrates. Tries to remember how to heal. How to mend muscle and nerves and fix bruises and pain. Tries to reach down into her injury and pull it out of her, to push in light and healing. It's an action no demon should be able to do, and he definitely isn't sure he can do here, in this place.

He takes a breath and feels light coming from his fingertips, moving into her shoulder. It's dim, not as strong as it might've been on Earth, but it's there all the same.

He pulls back his hand.

"How do you feel?"

At first, it was nothing. And then it was like a pull on her sore muscles and it makes her take in a sharp breath. Then slowly, very slowly, something very soothing spreads through her back, easing the soreness and strained muscles. It almost feels like-

-no. Xayah, get it together. She shakes her head to chase away those thoughts and rubs her eye. Stop getting sentimental over stuff like that.

"A bit better," she mumbles. The clears her throat, "I mean, it's still a bit sore, but not like before."

"Good," he says. He flexes his fingers. It takes a bit out of him, healing. It's not like Aziraphale, who was literally made to heal. But it's good to know that he still can, that he can do some of the---well, the strange things he could do before.

"I used to be better at it back on Earth, but----it's not a demon's specialty," he adds.

A demon, huh? She turns around to give him a good lookover- honestly, if she met him back in Ionia, she could've easily mistaken him for Vastayan. There are snake tribes, after all, nothing unusual.

"It's more than I can do," she offers him a slight smile and a shrug.

He gives a half-shrug, then a nod down the road. It's more than any demon could do. And there's not a lot many of them can do here. Crowley could bring small animals back to life back on Earth, and bring people back from the point of death before. This town has taken a lot of his abilities away from him.

Whatever is holding them here is stronger than Heaven and Hell. It frightens him.

"Post-first flight drink?" he offers.

"The best way to cure sore muscles," Xayah nods. Honestly, drinking with Crowley that one time turned out to be way more fun than expected. Actually- the most fun she had since she arrived here.

She heads over to where they left their lanterns and picks up her flowery one and his, handing it over to him.

"Also music, I want to hear more of it. It's nothing like Vastayans."

"I've got all of Queen on my mobile," he says. "It was supposed to be other things, but it all turns to Queen. Part of my influence."

He shrugs, taking his lantern. He can't really complain, of course. He happens to love Queen. It might be the only music left in Beacon, for all he knows. Which isn't so upsetting. At least they still have something.

He pulls out his mobile and flips it to We Are the Champions.

"Think you deserve this one after your flight."

"Queen? That's how the band is called? Fancy!"

She falls into step next to him, peering curiously at the phone as he turns on the music. Yep, it's similar to what he played before, but this time it's a different song. Same singer. Very catchy.

Xayah gives him a nudge with her elbow: "Aww, just for me? You shouldn't have. I'll end up thinking you're nice or something very soon."

No, he's a jackass. But not that bad of a jackass.

"Oh, go on and tell the whole world or something," Crowley scowls. He's not nice, he assures himself. That's just what Aziraphale calls him to rile him up.

It's not a long walk over to the Invincible. Their liquor supplies are running low, but Crowley is sure that he and Xayah can find something to drink. And maybe Aziraphale won't have to bring them home this time, they'll stay sober enough to wander themselves back where they belong.

"Maybe I will. Once I learn to fly, maybe I'll fly on top of the church and yell it out," she laughs and adds a skip to her step as they make their way to Invincible.

The liquor supplies are indeed low, and there's only several types of low-brow moonshine left behind the counter. She gives Crowley a look: "Wanna risk it? The bad taste in itself can kill us."

"Oh, come on," Crowley says, grabbing one of the jars. "Live a little. We'll just discorporate and end up back at the church if we go."

Which of course means Crowley will be dead forever. He can't possibly wake up in a church. All the same.

He opens the jar and takes a whiff. He winces. "Whew. And what a way to go."

Discorporate... odd way to say 'die', if that's what he means.

"I thought you had something against churches in general." She doesn't give a damn, there are no churches back in Ionia. Only tribal, wild temples.

She gives it a whiff too and pulls back, "Jeez. Maybe getting gutted again would hurt less than this thing."

"Oh, yes," Crowley says, pulling out two shot glasses. "I don't know if your world has demons, but let's just say we don't get along too well with holy things like churches."

He pours the moonshine into the glasses and slides one over to her.

His tone stays jovial, but his words become serious. "If we all only come back in the church, I might not come back. Or I might just burn up the moment I do."

"In my world, humans are as good as demons. But we also have shadow priests. I killed both," she shrugs and takes a shot glass.

She raises her drink, "Well you have wings. Just float, my dude, and you'll be fine." She tries to sound optimistic but what he says doesn't sound good.

"Or we'll just take your lantern and revive you in your bed." She'd find that Az...what-his-name-was, and think of something.

He raises his glass.

"To floating," he says, giving her a smile.

After all, tonight isn't about talking about how Crowley is probably not coming back after death. It's for celebrating Xayah's first flight.

"To floating," she repeats with grin and downs the drink.

And-

"Holy shit, this is bad," Xayah coughs violently. "And I had BAD drinks before."

Crowley takes the shot and starts to cough as well. "This is like----back when humans were first inventing liquor," he says. "Oh, they kept getting it wrong and getting it wrong and getting it wrong. Lots of blackout nights for me back then."

He cringes, and pours them both another shot.

"Best part of flying so far?" he asks.

"You saw first liquor get invented- and didn't help? Man, my faith in you just plummeted," she tsks and starts to mentally ready herself for the next shot.

"Best part...hmmm... the adrenaline rush." She may or may not be now an adrenaline junkie. Thanks Crowley.

And that's another shot down.

"None of my lot thought it would take off," Crowley protests. "I kept trying it, kept promising it was getting better, going to be a big thing, but no, it's definitely not according to them. Now look at us, a thousand years later."

He lifts up his drink and takes it. He doesn't cough this time, but it definitely burns like all hell.

"Wait until you start doing drops and dives," he says. "That's the rush, there. Knowing you can pull yourself up at the last minute's what keeps you going."

"That's their fault, they'll never know what they missed," she pats his back.

The moonshine definitively isn't for slow sipping; previous drink they had wasn't all that bad, but this goes down only in a shot. Crossed fingers that she doesn't throw up later.

"I promise I'll practice diligently. After all, I don't want to disappoint my teacher."

"No, I'll be taking careful attention to how you're doing and all that," he says, giving her a mock salute. Considering how well she's already done, he sincerely doubts she could disappoint him.

He considers pouring them another shot, then reaches out to get her a glass of water first. She can't sober up with a thought the way he can.

And she salutes back. Even though she has no idea what the salute means.

Hey, she doesn't want to sober up, okay? But if she doesn't get another shot, that's fine, she can stay tipsy. Honestly, her stomach will be very grateful for it.

"You know what? ...you're pretty cool guy. A dumbass and airhead to an extent, but interesting guy. I kinda like you." And that doesn't happen often.

"One thing you need to learn about me," Crowley says, putting the water in front of her. "Is I am absolutely a cool guy."

He, of course, quite likes Xayah, too. Not that he's ever, ever going to admit that to anyone. He has only barely admitted he likes Aziraphale after six thousand years of being his friend, and that's only because the world was about to end. He'd have been totally comfortable just knowing how much he cared about him without ever saying those words aloud.

He pours himself another shot and holds it up, clinking it against her water glass.

"Cheers," he says.

She leans her chin on palm of her hand as she watches him pour the drink for himself and her lips twitch.

"Well, if we're going to all meet our doom here, might as well be interesting."

He clinks their glasses-

"Cheers~"

-and her hand shoots out, taking it from his hand and downing it before he can react. She smacks the shot glass on the bar and after clearing her throat, she smirks. "1 for Xayah, 0 for Crowley."

Crowley gapes at her, utterly stunned.

"You're going to make yourself sick with this stuff," he says. "I was trying to---"

He gestures at the water.

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