Disclaimer: Good Omens is the intellectual property of Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. Although I had a great deal of fun writing this fanfiction, I make absolutely no profit from it.
Warnings: None
Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley engage in a spot of miniature golf.
Word Count: 2926

( To lose in a professional setting is to realise that perhaps you really are only cut out for that nine-to-five job you swore you’d never take. To lose to a friend is to perform the social equivalent of tripping over one’s feet on the initial rush on the battlefield before the fighting has even begun. )