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Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: BFFS doing BFF things.
When: Tonight
Where: The Bookshop
Rating: PG forever
The bell above the door of the bookshop jingled as Crowley entered. He gave it an annoyed glare for daring to announce his presence, before he strode right to the back room.
Once there, he gathered up as much alcohol as he could find1., putting it down on the table. He sat in his chair, opening the first bottle; not particularly caring what was in it, and gave it a chug.
Something had gone desperately, horribly wrong, and he didn't know how to fix it. And so, he'd turned to the two things he knew he could consistently rely on in his six thousand year existence pre-Paradisa: alcohol and Aziraphale.
He wasn't sure where said angel was right now, but he was certain he'd come running ocne he realised his stash was being taken.
1. - Which, considering this was Aziraphale's bookshop meant that it was an awful lot of alcohol. Enough to make most liver doctors turn a horrible colour and give up their jobs.
What: BFFS doing BFF things.
When: Tonight
Where: The Bookshop
Rating: PG forever
The bell above the door of the bookshop jingled as Crowley entered. He gave it an annoyed glare for daring to announce his presence, before he strode right to the back room.
Once there, he gathered up as much alcohol as he could find1., putting it down on the table. He sat in his chair, opening the first bottle; not particularly caring what was in it, and gave it a chug.
Something had gone desperately, horribly wrong, and he didn't know how to fix it. And so, he'd turned to the two things he knew he could consistently rely on in his six thousand year existence pre-Paradisa: alcohol and Aziraphale.
He wasn't sure where said angel was right now, but he was certain he'd come running ocne he realised his stash was being taken.
1. - Which, considering this was Aziraphale's bookshop meant that it was an awful lot of alcohol. Enough to make most liver doctors turn a horrible colour and give up their jobs.