Nightingale May Prompt Two: Angels dining at the Ritz
The Bentley was not immune to the way Aziraphale’s hand traced over her dash as if in thank you as he climbed from the car at the Ritz. She hummed contentedly, ignoring the pleased humph from her demon as he hurried to the angel’s side. He had been excited tonight, her beloved, as he’d ushered the angel into the car. And Bentley was determined to find out why.
As she settled into her normal spot, she reached her senses to hear what was happening in the crowded restaurant. It was easy seeking out the two beloved auras. Yet so far, this meal seemed like any other. That was alright, she could wait.
A tug on her door forced her to hold them shut as she slammed the locks down.
“Damn it,” the man muttered. He was dressed in the dark hues her owner favored, but this shorter man was clearly not him. Brown hair snuck out from under his cap as he hurriedly dug into his bag and pulled out a lock-picking kit.
That simply would not do. Did he not know she had more important beings to focus on this evening? As the man tried to pick her locks she spared half of a thought to shifting them so they would be impossible to open as she tried to listen in on the angel at the table explaining something about Bookshop, her other beloved.
Perhaps the mention of Bookshop distracted her because a moment later the thief had her door open. With what would have been a sigh in a human, Bentley turned her radio up as loud as it would go.
Freddie’s voice blared through the car, causing the man to stumble backward. The words “I don't have no time for no monkey business” should echo in his head quite loudly if she’d got the volume correct. Bently primly shut her door and went back to her business. Crowley was pontificating about what wine to pair with dinner, that may be take a bit.
The thief hadn’t taken the hint and was back at the door again. She flicked her mirror, smacking him. This gave him at least a little pause where the deafening car radio-alarm had not, but a moment later he was back at it with the lock pick kit.
That was quite enough. Checking in on her two favorite breathing beings, Bentley confirmed they were still awaiting the main course and did some quick math. She knew every street in this town, and she had plenty of time. With a rev of her engine she threw the car door open.
Humans were not always the brightest, she reflected as the man greedily climbed into the seat. She wasn’t a monster and while she knew her regular passengers declined, humans did prefer seatbelts didn’t they?
If this one happened to tie the man’s hands down, there was no reason for him to touch her wheel as she pulled into traffic, already racing. Aziraphale had complained about doing a hundred miles per hour through central London, but he didn’t know that Bentley always slowed down just a smidgen for him. As she screeched to a halt in front of the police station and loosened the belt, the man scrambled from the car on his hands and knees.
A curious onlooker helped him to his feet as Bentley hurried back to her station, anxious to not miss anything important.
Crowley stood outside, arms crossed.
She had expected a brief lecture from the demon about driving unaccompanied. Instead, he leaned against her his lithe body pressed against the car door, “Didn’t hurt you, did he?”
Insulted, she revved her engine for a moment.
The demon chuckled as he rested a forehead against the cool glass of the window. “Good girl,” he whispered. She purred in response.
Aziraphale was not with him, she realized. With a quick check, she realized the angel was inside, feeling mildly worried.
Beyoncé’s voice rolled from her speakers “…put a ring on it…”
“Oi! Don’t you start getting involved,” the demon groaned. “I know, I will…eventually…”
Hopeless, that one was. She begrudgingly settled lower nestling into her spot once more.
“Don’t go judging me,” he grumbled. “Should get back though. You stay out of trouble.”
It was only half-heartedly that she let her senses fly once more, keeping a watch over her two beings. She daydreamed about what could be if they’d only allow it, she could have the angel visit her so much more often! In fact, she’d stopped paying attention at all by the time they returned.
That was until Crowley’s hands graced her wheel once more and she realized there, was, indeed a ring there. A piece of Aziraphale worn on her demon’s finger, clear as day to anyone who would notice.
If she was a bit joyful on the ride home, neither of them called her out on it.