"Where have you been?"
"Wind your neck in Angel. Do you think its easy finding a drummer in Limbo? They are all deaf in Hell and unemployed in Heaven" Crowley's eyes were wide and annoyed. "Finally tracked one down, be here in a while"
"I was worried"
"and, I got a bit lost" he still looked annoyed, but slightly over his shoulder.
"Lost? What sort of lost?" Aziraphale stopped fussing with the chairs.
"The kind of lost where someone, something, finds you"
"Who found you?"
"Me" the voice came from the doorway
The driver knew the streets like, well like they had designed them and brought them into being. Which he had. Every turn and direction could have been done blindfold. He had once, with no lasting damage. To him. The van, had now got character.
Taking this to there and that to here was never ending. Nothing was in the right place.
The Bentley didn't belong here. He could only image the amount of imagination it took for the demon to bring it with him.
Pulling up in front of one of 20 identical houses on the street, he poked at his phone. Metatron had known exactly where he needed to go. He was to deliver a sharp object, to the literal heart of the problem. Which was currently tempting a second rate drummer to a gig at community centre.
"Do you feel safe?"
"What?" Crowley frowned.
"Since your little newbie had the place checked out?
"Oh." he got it.
"What?" Aziraphale asked.
"Our friend here is moonlighting as a Security specialist" Crowley glowered.
"Young Miss Muriel was kind enough to let me in for a look. I even spotted a couple of books to add to my collection"
"Not for sale" Aziraphale moved a chair into the line.
"I didn't say which ones" Nyāya smiled as he moved his hand to bring the chair to him. It didn't budge. He tried again, not a movement. "Sneaky Angel"
"Careful Angel" noted the angel in question. "can we get on?"
"Haven't got all day" the demon in the room felt like he was being ignored.
Nyāya strode across the room and grabbed a chair. Dragged it noisily to the centre of the dance floor. He sat on it. "Ready when you are"
"How does it work?"
"Touch my hand and receive judgement. If you belong on the side you are on? Back to the punch bowl and then to Hell. If to Heaven? Side door and the stairs. Everyone else? Dance over, you get a bed and board right here in jolly old Limbo."
"Fair trial? Until when? How long?" Aziraphale asked.
"Until the dance is over or the big guy has his come back tour on Earth"