Aziraphale would likely not have noticed Sable come in for ages, perhaps not at all (he was on his fifth or sixth or maybe seventh drink), if he hadn't sat so close. As it was, Aziraphale glanced over at the lean figure, back at his drink, and then performed a Hollywood-quality double-take.
How it was possible he hadn't a clue - how it was that he was sitting two seats down from Famine, in a bar, in a cave, underground, and didn't have any sort of weapon or even steady feet - but it was happening. It really was. And he was finding it hard to process.
He was half-tempted to wave down Owen again and alert him to the fact that he might be in grave danger and he should be very rude to this patron at the very least, but he was nowhere to be found and anyway, panicking him was not in anyone's best interest.
He picked up his wine glass, a safety, and barely noticed it rattling against the counter when he slowly placed it back down. Why was he trembling so?
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How it was possible he hadn't a clue - how it was that he was sitting two seats down from Famine, in a bar, in a cave, underground, and didn't have any sort of weapon or even steady feet - but it was happening. It really was. And he was finding it hard to process.
He was half-tempted to wave down Owen again and alert him to the fact that he might be in grave danger and he should be very rude to this patron at the very least, but he was nowhere to be found and anyway, panicking him was not in anyone's best interest.
He picked up his wine glass, a safety, and barely noticed it rattling against the counter when he slowly placed it back down. Why was he trembling so?