A Little Bit of Treason Over Wine (Closed to Crowley and Aziraphale)

[sssauntering]

The Hewl Street tavern was a dingy, run down sort of affair. It was not the sort of place a man like Crowley would be caught dead in-- his membership among the upper classes had always been a tenative one, and appearances were everything. But that was why it was so useful. The man in the simple dark grey cloak sitting in the back couldn't possibly

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[manofgoddess]

If asked about the Hewl Street tavern, Aziraphale would probably say it was "quaint," but that was only because he was polite. It really wasn't his sort of place, but he understood the need for secrecy. It didn't sit well with him, not because he was opposed to secrecy per se, but he had never needed to be secretive with (or, he supposed, about) Crowley before, and he found he didn't like it.

Even in this dingy place, and with Crowley taking great pains not to be noticed, it only took Aziraphale a few seconds and a quick scan of the room to find him, and made his way to the back table, pulling out his chair and smiling at Crowley as he sat.

"Good evening," he said. "It's good to see you, dear boy." Which it was. Even disappointed in Crowley as he was, it was good to see him, good that Crowley had in fact made the first move towards reconciliation. If that was what this was.

[sssauntering]

Crowley grinned broadly at Aziraphale when he sat, and to his surprise it was entirely genuine. He may have been nervous about what he'd done and what he'd have to do, but somehow it still felt like a weight had been lifted, seeing Aziraphale.

"You too, angel," he replied, slightly more warmly than intended, and then gestured to the bottle on the table. "Wine?" He lowered his voice. "I brought my own. There isn't anything here you'll want to consume."

Crowley was a bit of a snob, it was true, especially when it came to his drink. But it was as much habit as it was character trait. He'd grown up as poor as many of the people in here-- poorer, really. The watered down ale and sour wines were hardly foreign to him, but he'd had to learn to pretend they were over many years.