Aziraphale is busying himself with tasting his drink, finding the glass a bit too big for just one hand, but the drink itself very sweet, and very strong. He raises his brows in a fairly impressed look. Not the best he's had, but he can come to like it.
His attention is called, and he looks towards the small stage. He makes a bit of a face over the bad singing, but he can commend their effort.
"Oh, I don't--" Hymns come to mind, but he hasn't partaken in that in centuries. Otherwise, he's not much for modern music... "Don't think I do."
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Date: 2019-08-05 11:30 pm (UTC)His attention is called, and he looks towards the small stage. He makes a bit of a face over the bad singing, but he can commend their effort.
"Oh, I don't--" Hymns come to mind, but he hasn't partaken in that in centuries. Otherwise, he's not much for modern music... "Don't think I do."