The Angel's Devil (Private with me and Ybfan)

[RedRose4]

Azrael was surprised how much information Dritz got from the man with just a few minutes of communication. Drinking a little more, Azrael allowed himself to savour the flavour before speaking again. "Smart tactic. I'll have to keep a look out for some more of his brews..."
Finishing half of it in only minutes, Azrael slowed down, trying his best not to get drunk right now, especially since he acted rather absurd whenever that happened. Getting buzzed though...he wouldn't mind that.
With his gaze focused on what was going on around him, Azrael then took another deep breath and spoke once more to Dritz. "You aren't dancing...why not?" He asked, curious to see how the demon did with it.

[Ybfan]

"Well I talk to him when I help him out too you know," he replied taking another sip. "But yes, it is a very smart tactic and it helps fund this little rural town. Not to mention their crops, animals, and such is big here too."

Watching the people dance in front of him made Dritz smile as he looked over to his friend about when he was going to dance. "I already did earlier and I'm pooped. Takes a lot of energy so it's your own fault for missing it," he smirked and walked away to refill his beer.

[RedRose4]

Not saying anything to that, Azrael just let out a breath of understanding, sipping a little more of the beer and looking back at Dritz when he said he was tired after all the dancing. Guess it wasn't his lucky day. Watching his friend get another beer, Azrael smiled, wondering how much the little demon could consume without getting tipsy.
Drinking some more, Azrael put his hand back to capture one of his feathers that seemed to be loose, eyeing it shortly before letting it fall to the ground. Preening was so boring, especially with so many other things to do...so Azrael really needed to shower and get them cleaned as well. The only problem was, he was at the festival, and leaving just to take a shower was rather...stupid.
Despite that, Azrael cleared his throat, drinking the rest of his second pint of beer and walking to Dritz, whispering so only he could hear since telling the whole world he was washing up wasn't his priority. "I should head inside, shower a bit...then I might come back out." He said while looking around a little more.

[Ybfan]

"A shower? For what? I think you look just fine unless its molting season," Dritz joked as he finished his second pint and swayed to the music as he did a small dance to the music to get some bread before he made his way to the center as a child handed him a ribbon to dance with.

[RedRose4]

Azrael glared at Dritz while brushing off his wings. "You know how damn hard it is to keep something so white? It's overly troublesome." The angel grumbled while shaking his head and bringing his hands up to his hair. Using the black band around his wrist, Azrael tied his hair up and watched Dritz walk over and grab the ribbon, seeing just how..carefree he seemed to be right now.
It wasn't a rare sight, although Azrael really did like to see it. Seeing someone he cared for, his friend like that, was comforting, although Azrael wasn't the type of guy to join into a dance and go around with ribbons in his hand. It was something he really despited himself for...not being able to enjoy moments such as this.
Instead, Azrael continued to lean against the brick wall, his eyes scanning the area, but mostly they fell upon Dritz out of curiosity of what he was doing.

[Ybfan]

Dritz danced happily to the known rhythm as he joined in the spinning and laughter. The bright colors ribbons swirled and moved around each other to create a circular dome it seems around the dancers. Their movements would range from slow to fast as the different ages did their own dance despite them being so different yet mystically in sun as the ribbons never tangled with each other or others.

After twenty minutes or so, Dritz kind of twirled himself around to a table area where he kind of at down (more like plopped down) onto the wooden bench. His face was flushed as he smiled and his shoulders shook with bubbling laughter.

[RedRose4]

Twenty minutes of just standing there, being 'that' person in a party who stands in the corner and sulks the entire time. Seeing how tired Dritz looked, the angel smirked a little, deciding to do something for once. Walking over towards his friend, Azrael kept his eyes on the others, standing beside Dritz and speaking to him.
"It's nice to see you let loose." Azrael admitted, only glancing down at his friend when he wondered if he was still alive. It seemed he was a bit tired from the dancing, although of course that itself only amused Azrael more.

[Ybfan]

"Oh I always let loose, Azrael. You are just never around to see it or join in..." He huffed as he looked around and the gentleman from the keg brought over a fresh pint. "Thank you good sir!" He drank it eagerly as a little dribbled down the side of his mouth which he quickly wiped away. "That hit the spot! Also who knew that spinning in circles for a long time can make you dizzy..."

[RedRose4]

Azrael was so tempted to make a sexual joke about that first line, but he held back. It would be odd...right? Rolling his eyes at himself, he noticed another pint of beer, watching how Dritz drank it and eyeing that drop that slipped down his lips. What a waste to wipe away.
"Someone seems to be getting drunk tonight." Azrael muttered, joking somewhat although he was kind of asking in a sense as well. How much had he had to drink anyways? The angel then smiled when he mentioned spinning, scowling slightly while sitting down beside Dritz.
"You have to be joking..." Azrael spoke, his eyes still resting on the others, but his full attention was on Dritz.

[Ybfan]

"Maybe since you are not expecting a messenger tonight," he smiled as he licked his lips and Dritz's pointed fangs were slowly showing. Standing up, he seemed to be re-energized as he skipped over to the keg once again to get another pint. Oddly enough he skipped back to Azrael, but he used some of his abilities so he never really touched the ground to spill his drink.

"What do I have to be joking about?" Asked Dritz as he bumped Azrael's shoulder.