Only men could come up with a sport as tormenting as golf

[flash_demon]

There was something in the air. Of course it was hot and dry and not much prospered in the air except for insects and light polution, but there was something there, nonetheless. The demon had noticed it more than a week ago, and it seemed to be getting stronger

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[theangelfell]

Aziraphale's clothing had changed a bit in his time here as well. He looked rather like a perpetual tourist, with plaid shorts and socks that he pulled up to halfway up his calves. He was also wearing a floppy hat. It kept the sun out of his eyes.

He watched the ducks suspiciously as he approached, making sure that Crowley wasn't harming any of them.

[theangelfell]

"Somewhere with good white wine."

[flash_demon]

"That could be anywhere," the demon replied softly, then nodded across the expanse of grass to where he'd parked his car. Surely, cars weren't allowed on the green, but, as with most things, the rules didn't apply to Crowley.

[theangelfell]

"Well," Aziraphale sighed, "I just thought it would be nice not to have to make it myself. I certainly don't trust you to do it."

And with that, he started walking towards the car.

[flash_demon]

"You don't trust me to do anything," he groused, following along to the car and climbing in. The engine started and Chopin's We Are The Champions blared from the sound system.

[theangelfell]

"If I wanted to turn water into tequila, I'd ask you," Aziraphale assured him. "Otherwise you'd better leave it to me."

He brushed off the seat before sitting down.

[flash_demon]

"Are you implying I'd try to get you pissed, angel?" he said, pushing his glasses up once again. A sly grin coiled along his mouth and he drove fast, nearly hitting four men putting on the 5th.

[theangelfell]

"I'm an angel," Aziraphale said indignantly. "I don't get pissed unless I want to."

[flash_demon]

"It seems to me, my dear, that since we've been here, you've been particularly and abnormally sober. I'd say you're due."

[theangelfell]

"Gluttony is a sin," said Aziraphale. "So is sloth. And excessive drinking leads to both."

[flash_demon]

Crowley took his eyes off the road and the hands off the wheel. "You protest too much, angel. Known you too long to believe you don't like a little sin...once in a while. But..."

He waved his hand and turned back to what he should look like he was doing.

"Justify it to yurself how you like. Come along and get your virtue all over me while I get pissed."

[theangelfell]

"I said excessive drinking," Aziraphale hedged. "Moderation is not a sin, my dear." He folded his hands in his lap as Bach's Fat Bottom Girls began to play.

[flash_demon]

"Yesss, but moderation isn't fun."

The car raced through the streets, swerving through traffic to a quaint bistro just off of Fremont, then stopping immediately in a conveniently open space.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale's hands were gripping his hat to his head as if they were in a convertible. "Really, my dear! Must you drive so fast?"