He’d half a mind to fly himself home just to avoid being trapped in another contained space with both Shibah and Cass, but he opted not to, ducking inside the limo after a few others and accidentally bumping into Shibah as Her Royal Brattiness didn’t understand the concept of ‘first in moves the furthest from the door’. The snap of her voice pulled tight the lean muscles of his spine as Raziel settled at the far end of the limo, putting distance between himself and her.
“I’m more of a Lucky Charms person, if we’re being honest. But, I’m sure if you asked Cass, they’d be quite content to bend over backwards and piss into yours,” Raziel commented dryly, one brow quirking at Shibah’s outburst, especially with the company they were in. Pouring himself two fingers of whiskey, the angel settled back into his seat and leveled a cool stare onto the significantly younger angel. “In the meantime, perhaps they can also explain the concept of fitting large bodies into small spaces works. Nevertheless, I am truly sorry, Shibah, that you don’t understand what an accident is. After all, you would never make such a mistake… I mean, just look at your track record from the past few months. Can’t make a mistake if you only sit around with one thumb up your ass and the other up Cass’s, right?”
Cassiel could understand Shibah’s short temper; from what they’d managed to overhear when they were not too busy with Raziel and the film strip, Donato had been having a go at his sister all night. They might have “won” but the game turned out not to have been worth the trip. They hadn’t seen Raziel bump Shibah, but it would not surprise them if he did it on purpose. They spent far too long contemplating how one would simultaneously bend over backward and piss into someone’s cereal – it was a terrible turn of phrase and an even worse apology. Clearly Raziel was not sorry for anything. No surprise there.
“Shut up, Raziel,” they growled. Enough people had taken jabs at Shibah tonight, they weren’t going to let him pile on as well. “No one asked for your opinion and you’re in no position to comment on anyone’s track record. Just sit in your corner and brood, you’re good at that.”
Maria missed the beginning of the argument but could feel the tension between the angels and caught Raziel and Cassiel sniping at each other. She purposely positioned herself between them, hoping to be able to play moderator if necessary. Not that she could really do much if they started really going at each other, but hopefully she could act as some sort of calming presence.
“Wow, trouble in paradise,” Isadora remarked, pouring a slender disc of whiskey once Raziel was finished with it. She downed it, savoring the way it scored her throat.
She sighed. “So … you guys wanna share what the fight’s about? ‘Cause from this perspective all I see are legit actual angels being catty for the hell of it.”
Belial hadn’t found the night to be all that exciting. He’d been trapped in a room with a plethora of sniping angels, and a demon who seemed to find him deplorable. Not much different then any other given day, but the limo posed an entirely new opportunity. One which Belial intended to sit back and enjoy as much as he could, “I’m not sure, Izzy, but it seems like our esteemed angelic friends don’t like each other much. Such a shame. If only their followers could see how their potential Gods acted like children.” That sparked an idea in Belial’s head, and he started devising a way to pull out his phone and record any potential conflict–just in case.
Donato had more successfully managed to find himself farther from Shibah’s proximity than he had within the confines of the room proper, which would have been a blessing, if Raziel and Shibah hadn’t devolved into arguing, thereby eliminating any escape from having to further deal with Shibah. Attention turned to the two of them and Cassiel who had managed to involve themself where it wasn’t necessary, ignoring both Isadora and Belial, attempting to be a level-head, of some kind. “This isn’t the time or the place,” he said firmly. “Our problems can be discussed, later.”
Shibah’s eyes had stayed focused on Raziel, only darting every so briefly to share a look with Cassiel, hardly noticing the other individuals as they filled the shrinking limo. It was Donato’s voice that finally drew Shibah’s attention, strange as she was certain he had been through with her for the night. “Yes, brother, perhaps it would be better to disappear for a few years then make another round of cryptic late night phone calls.” Her voice cold as her eyes, flashing, turned to her brother.
Perhaps if someone else had suggested holding back until a less public moment Shibah might have listened to reason, but as it was Donato attempting to control Shibah she could not hold back her anger. “But as far as I can see only you and Raziel have a problem! Stabbing Adon in the back as soon as he’s gone, throwing his final decree out with the garbage.”
