"It's not far," Barty promised, holding Bill's hand and honestly feeling as if Aziraphale was the one whose hand he really ought to be holding. He looked over at his brother to make sure he was still following. Nightlife was foreign to Aziraphale, a gay nightlife even more so.
"How are you, handsome? Hey, Bill!" A drag queen passed by them both, smiling as she greeted them both, before looking at Aziraphale, clearly confused. Aziraphale wasn't exactly dressed for clubbing.
"We'll just start out at a bar. Nothing too overwhelming." Barty explained it for them both, hoping that Bill wouldn't be too impatient. "We can still go dancing later."
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"How are you, handsome? Hey, Bill!" A drag queen passed by them both, smiling as she greeted them both, before looking at Aziraphale, clearly confused. Aziraphale wasn't exactly dressed for clubbing.
"We'll just start out at a bar. Nothing too overwhelming." Barty explained it for them both, hoping that Bill wouldn't be too impatient. "We can still go dancing later."
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