What's in a name?
By Thephoenix
For a good friend of mine, who has an abnormal name. I feel your pain, old
chum. Okay, that's a lie.
@@@
Aziraphale A. Angel.
The bartender squinted at the name. 'A-what-a-phale?' he thought. "Yo, buddy!"
he called to the man in the canvas trench coat. His friend turned, sunglasses
sitting calmly on the bridge of his nose. "Could you…." The bartender said to the
man in the glasses, gesturing for him to come over.
Crowley had insisted on going to a pub. Aziraphale was not big on pubs. The
smokey atmosphere, the obnoxious drunks chattering away mindlessly, the
people who had gotten completely and totally pissed requesting a light. Oddly
enough, Crowley loved them for exactly the same reason.
Crowley tapped his colleague on the shoulder, and pulled him up to the bar.
"What's the…." Crowley began, until he realized that the bartender was
addressing only Aziraphale.
"Buddy, what is this?"
Aziraphale looked at the receipt, stunned. "I-I don't even know how to begin
thinking about how to reply to that…." He stammered.
"'Snot a joke, and 'snot a game. Answer the question."
"It's my name…." Aziraphale gave the bartender a confused look. In truth,
Crowley had always paid if they went to a pub. Aziraphale had insisted this time.
"Look, buddy, I'm not daft, I know a fake when I see one. You seriously thought
you'd get away with this?"
"I… Wha… But!" Aziraphale protested, weakly, "That's my name! My real name!
Aziraphale!" He glanced at the "A. Angel" at the end. Well, it was the closest
thing to a last name he could think of on such short notice.
"Oh yeah? You got any ID, Mr. Azzer-fale?"
"It's Azirapha--"
"Alright!" Crowley broke in, after fishing what cash he had in his pocket. He
slapped a twenty-pound note down on the bar. "And keep the change." He
remarked, sternly.
Aziraphale just released an odd noise of shock from his widely open lips.
Crowley lead his friend out of the bar.
All Aziraphale could think of to say was, "Why did you have a twenty pound note
in your pocket?"
Crowley laughed.
More came to Aziraphale's mind. "It's not my fault! It was just the name that
He…." He trailed off as he continuously looked back at the bar as they walked.
"Shut up," Crowley laughed, "You're not paying again unless you get a name
change."
By Thephoenix
For a good friend of mine, who has an abnormal name. I feel your pain, old
chum. Okay, that's a lie.
@@@
Aziraphale A. Angel.
The bartender squinted at the name. 'A-what-a-phale?' he thought. "Yo, buddy!"
he called to the man in the canvas trench coat. His friend turned, sunglasses
sitting calmly on the bridge of his nose. "Could you…." The bartender said to the
man in the glasses, gesturing for him to come over.
Crowley had insisted on going to a pub. Aziraphale was not big on pubs. The
smokey atmosphere, the obnoxious drunks chattering away mindlessly, the
people who had gotten completely and totally pissed requesting a light. Oddly
enough, Crowley loved them for exactly the same reason.
Crowley tapped his colleague on the shoulder, and pulled him up to the bar.
"What's the…." Crowley began, until he realized that the bartender was
addressing only Aziraphale.
"Buddy, what is this?"
Aziraphale looked at the receipt, stunned. "I-I don't even know how to begin
thinking about how to reply to that…." He stammered.
"'Snot a joke, and 'snot a game. Answer the question."
"It's my name…." Aziraphale gave the bartender a confused look. In truth,
Crowley had always paid if they went to a pub. Aziraphale had insisted this time.
"Look, buddy, I'm not daft, I know a fake when I see one. You seriously thought
you'd get away with this?"
"I… Wha… But!" Aziraphale protested, weakly, "That's my name! My real name!
Aziraphale!" He glanced at the "A. Angel" at the end. Well, it was the closest
thing to a last name he could think of on such short notice.
"Oh yeah? You got any ID, Mr. Azzer-fale?"
"It's Azirapha--"
"Alright!" Crowley broke in, after fishing what cash he had in his pocket. He
slapped a twenty-pound note down on the bar. "And keep the change." He
remarked, sternly.
Aziraphale just released an odd noise of shock from his widely open lips.
Crowley lead his friend out of the bar.
All Aziraphale could think of to say was, "Why did you have a twenty pound note
in your pocket?"
Crowley laughed.
More came to Aziraphale's mind. "It's not my fault! It was just the name that
He…." He trailed off as he continuously looked back at the bar as they walked.
"Shut up," Crowley laughed, "You're not paying again unless you get a name
change."