"No?" Oh shit. Did he say the wrong thing again. ...it's really not surprising if he did. "I just see no point in saying 'no' without giving something a try. If I get hurt by it, it's not your fault." He frowns and shrugs. "Predicting anything isn't worth it for how often things change in the world around us."
Well, almost everything. Beings like angels and demons don't exactly change after all.
He looks absolutely relieved by Lucifer agreeing to a drink. A small grin returns to his face and he motions to the table Beelzebub is at. "Have a seat. I'll find us something."
The bar's offerings are actually much better than the vampire is expecting. Not amazing, but good enough to have a few 30 year aged scotches on hand. Toby takes a bottle from a defunct Earth distillery and then makes his way over the to tables where the angels are at with a set of fresh glasses.
"Crowley is a bit of a stick in the mud," Toby notes as he pours the three of them a glass. "Frets about the strangest things. I mean, some of them make sense, what with having enemies and all, but he gets annoyed at me for things like borrowing books from the shop." Okay, so, he totally steals some of them, but Crowley can take back those first edition Oscar Wildes over his undead body.
Glasses filled, Toby passes one to each of the angels and lifts his in toast. "To making new friends," he offers with a smile. "Cheers."
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Date: 2020-03-20 07:57 pm (UTC)Well, almost everything. Beings like angels and demons don't exactly change after all.
He looks absolutely relieved by Lucifer agreeing to a drink. A small grin returns to his face and he motions to the table Beelzebub is at. "Have a seat. I'll find us something."
The bar's offerings are actually much better than the vampire is expecting. Not amazing, but good enough to have a few 30 year aged scotches on hand. Toby takes a bottle from a defunct Earth distillery and then makes his way over the to tables where the angels are at with a set of fresh glasses.
"Crowley is a bit of a stick in the mud," Toby notes as he pours the three of them a glass. "Frets about the strangest things. I mean, some of them make sense, what with having enemies and all, but he gets annoyed at me for things like borrowing books from the shop." Okay, so, he totally steals some of them, but Crowley can take back those first edition Oscar Wildes over his undead body.
Glasses filled, Toby passes one to each of the angels and lifts his in toast. "To making new friends," he offers with a smile. "Cheers."