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[a26blackbentley]

Alcohol is good for a lot of things. In Crowley's case? It's good for keeping his mind off troublesome, inconvenient details, like the fact that sooner or later, he's going to have to face Heaven

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[allteaandbooks]

"I suppose it should be rather simple. Thank you, my dear." He pauses to have a sip of his drink, thinking he needs it nearly as much as Crowley. "We'll go, and you'll ask forgiveness. And then we'll see, won't we?"

[a26blackbentley]

"Yes, but what am I going to say? What am I supposed to actually do?" He gulps his drink. "I mean, it's been six thousand years, you know?"

[allteaandbooks]

"I know." He takes another, longer drink this time. "I suppose you say you're sorry and you won't do it again."

[a26blackbentley]

Crowley nods, but says, "But there's no guarantee that I won't do it again! I mean... I guess I'm sorry... but... Oh, bugger it." He takes another emphatic gulp. "I can't do it, Aziraphale. I can't. They'll laugh at me." He's not drunk enough, yet.

[allteaandbooks]

"They won't laugh at you, Crowley. They wouldn't." That's the thing about angels: they have to be nice.

[a26blackbentley]

Angels may have to be nice, but that doesn't mean they can't be righteous and holier-than-thou. In Crowley's experience, most angels are those sort. That's partly what Aziraphale such a good friend, was that he never overtly pushed his beliefs in Crowley's face. Not much, anyway. Not too often. Not like some other angels Crowley could name.

"Okay, so they won't laugh, but they won't be happy about it," Crowley slurs. The alcohol is finally starting to take some affect. "They'll jus', you know, act like I'm invading their holy land and try to kick me out."

[allteaandbooks]

"That's why I'll be there." Azi takes Crowley's glass, to try and keep him from getting any worse. "I'll explain things to them for you."

[a26blackbentley]

"Hey!" Crowley says, reaching for the glass and missing entirely. "I'm not drunk enough to think this is a good idea," he complains.

Of course, it's really not a good idea to go up to Heaven while completely smashed. He glares at Aziraphale, though, as if that will somehow make the angel give him his drink back. What he really needs is for someone to grab him by the collar and drag him before the Proper Authorities.

[allteaandbooks]

Azi gazes calmly back, keeping both glasses out of his reach. "Going drunk won't help either, my dear. You should remember that much at least."

[a26blackbentley]

He keeps glaring at Aziraphale, although he knows that the angel is, as always, right. "It'd help me," he mutters.

[allteaandbooks]

"No it wouldn't." He's firm on this. "You want this to go well, don't you?"

[a26blackbentley]

"Would so," Crowley mumbles. He's eyeing the glass greedily, wondering what, precisely, is the best way to get it back. And he's not going to give in without a fight. Otherwise he just wouldn't feel like himself. Aziraphale may end up having to drag Crowley to Heaven by the collar.

[allteaandbooks]

"Now Crowley, I won't force you to do this, but I don't want to see whoever's doing this to you get whatever it is they want."

[a26blackbentley]

Crowley slumps back in his seat, still eyeing the drink. "We'd better go then," he says sullenly, after another long, drawn-out moment of gazing at the glass. "The sooner the better, right?"

[allteaandbooks]

"Yes, the sooner the better." He sets the glasses down, well out of reach, and offers Crowley a hand. "Come on, before our courage fails us."

[a26blackbentley]

Crowley nods mutely and takes Aziraphale's hand. For once, he doesn't look like he's willing to fight anymore. "Let's go then."