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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.