One demon in particular, thinks the angel.

[ineffableangel]

Aziraphale can tell when the clouds knit together that the storm is a demon-binger. A demon-binger, for those unused to Aziraphale's world, is like a harbinger, only far more loud, dangerous, and unsubtle. Well, perhaps unsubtle is the wrong word. This demon can be very subtle when he wants to be

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[h8_ineffability]

"That doesn't count. She wouldn't have got away with that if I hadn't had to pretend I was human at the time," Crowley grumbled, following Aziraphale out. Each leaf that got too close to him spontaneously combusted.

"I'd be amazed if an angel was willing to get within fifty miles of LA, Aziraphale. And some of the restaurants were decent, I just didn't like them. Some okay wines, but apparently some fungus or other went through the vineyards in the area a few years ago, they're still working on regaining what they lost. Before you ask, not my fault. I'd never do that to potential alcohol," he said, reaching by Aziraphale to unlock the car door. He leaned casually against the side of the car, with absolutely no qualms about the fact that he was invading the angel's personal space.

"Of course we're coming home drunk. That's more than half the POINT, isn't it? ...You've given it to some homeless family or other again, haven't you, angel? Well, I suppose you can stay at my place... Just until your newest strays get back on their feet and OUT of your flat."

[ineffableangel]

"Ah..." He pondered telling Crowley that he was fine, actually, because there was a flat right above the bookshop available for his use, and that he could buy a proper place as soon as the poor couple paid him back, and... "That would be brilliant." He smiled happily.

No need to mention that he was selling the flat permanently either.

"I- yes. Gave it to a poor couple, but oh, don't smirk, you should have seen them, and she's expecting already..." Aziraphale was wearing a soft smile as he spoke, eyes warm and blue and centred utterly on Crowley. Who was entirely too close, he realized, halfway through his speech, as his hand brushed Crowley's hip and he blushed deeply. "My dear," he murmured, flustered, and backed against the car, cheeks still a dark pink. "Er. Yes. Drunk. Soon."

He gestured to the Bentley, which was no small feat considering he was wedged between the car and Crowley, who was still smirking. "Shall we get off then?"

((Flight to Toronto sooner or later, in which case updating will be sporadic until 28th or possibly 1st. Oh noes. On a side note: *worships your brilliance at Crowley*))

[h8_ineffability]

"You never change, do you, angel? Not really," Crowley said, amused. The smirk evidently found his face very comfortable indeed, and set up camp there to stay a while. A blushing Aziraphale was really quite adorable, he thought. In, of course, a disgustingly angelic way that no self-respecting demon would ever find endearing. The fact that he DID was absolutely beside the point and nobody's business, anyway.

"Get off?" he asked, the smirk getting, if anything, a little wider. "Now, I wonder, is that a Freudian slip, or are you really that blind to double-entendre?"

But Crowley had pity on his poor counterpart, and leaned back a bit, pulling the door open. "Get in, angel. Let's go get drunk."

((NOT a problem... Mun having personal problems of late, so pretty damn sporadic herself. In reference to the side note, thank you very much. ^_^))

[ineffableangel]

Aziraphale's cheeks were a very deep pink by now. The deepest pink, in fact, that anyone had ever seen, and one in fact that Adam was responsible for in the cosmetic type world - it had started off with a passing wish of Wensley's - although why an Antichrist would go around inventing the colour of an embarrassed angel's cheeks was no one's business.

"Ï just meant- You understand- Oh, well." He ducked his head, still glowing with embarrassment, and got in the car only somewhat gracefully. "Thank you," he added as an afterthought, cheeks now only magenta.

Well, really, Aziraphale thinking the demon's smirk was cute contributed to the blush. He suspected Crowley was aware of such a thing, though he rather hoped the demon hadn't noticed his stolen glances at the smirk in question. It curled at the corners, you see, and Aziraphale wondered what those corners would taste li- oh.

He looked away, suddenly aware that he really had been staring at the demon's face and perhaps other parts - but those pants were meant to - oh my. Peripherally he could even blame Crowley for sauntering like that around the car, and for wearing those nice pants, and for smirking like that, but he was an angel and shouldn't be noticing anyway. He kept turning his head away and then seeing a bit of Crowley reflect off a mirror and then he simply had to look at the being - it never did to be rude, he decided.

"And I'm all for the getting-drunk bit," he murmured as he watched Crowley slide into the seat beside him.