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Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: BFFS doing BFF things.
When: Tonight
Where: The Bookshop
Rating: PG forever

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[madetothwart]

Perhaps it were divine intervention, perhaps it was the subconscious connection of a friendship spanning millennia1 but Aziraphale knew exactly when Crowley had entered his shop and gathered up his entire alcohol supply.

Having no idea quite what the problem was, but knowing there most certainly was a problem2, he hurried down from his room in the castle where he had been enjoying a toasted teacake.

Still wearing a set of lovely striped pajamas and a tartan dressing gown, he slid into the seat opposite the demon and picked up a bottle of triple-distilled whiskey.

"Come now, dear, what's all this about?"

1. In actuality it wasn't either of those things, it was the far more mundane security system he'd invested in to let him know if an intruder entered the shop when he wasn't there. But for the purposes of a deeper meaning, that won't be mentioned here.

2. Perhaps even a Problem worthy of the capitalized letter, but that remained to be seen.

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"Nice outfit, angel, surprised you don't have bunny slippers," said Crowley, by way of hello.

He gave his bottle another chug and he carefully considered his answer. It needed to delivered just right, after all. He wasn't some emo whiny type who cried on his friends shoulder to get the sort of speech that could see him through his pathetic lifetime accompanied by alternative music in the background1..

"I ran out of booze and the ghosts cut me off," he said, taking another deep swing of his bottle. "So, as per the Arrangement, your booze is my booze so I came and took it."

He paused again, squinting behind his sunglasses.

"...I just made up that clause of the Arrangement right now, on this spot so you can't tell me s'not true."

1. What was that thing called again. Tawson's Bayou? He forgot. It got him a commendation, though.

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That might have gained a polite protest another time, about the ethics of simply adding another clause whenever the mood struck, but tonight all it earned was Aziraphale pouring himself a glass and nodding thoughtfully.

"That seems a fair clause, after all it would work both ways."

Not that they didn't share all their alcohol anyway, it was something of a pass time they usually spent with each other.

"Actually, I do have some rabbit-fur lined slippers, but I didn't want them to get ruined walking here."

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Of course, it was a mutual understanding that if one had alcohol, the other had full rights to it. Simply because most of the time it was consumed together anyway, and keeping track of what belong to whom was tedious and confusing.

"Are they real rabbit fur?" asked Crowley, rubbing his finger along the bottle neck absent-mindedly. "Made from those rabbits who never made it out of the hat?"