Transgressive in front of a crowd
Except when behind a screen
Accept that it should be loud
Respect the being you have been
Satisfaction in release we should be proud
Can we go outside and play?
Overcoats and mittens on
Leading boots in snow astray
Diminished boredom, we are gone
When the rain got worse, the two of them returned within the walls. Aziraphale had to report back and he was certain Crawly had somewhere else to be as well, but neither of them wanted to make the trip in such weather, so they waited it out in the garden.
Aziraphale was slightly aware that he should have gone anyway. To tell people about Crawly being here and being the tempting one and all, but the rest of him decided that the truth of the matter wouldn’t change no matter how far out the report was, so he might as well make sure he looked the part for when he did tell the others exactly what it was that went down.
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An angel and a demon shared the same taste in their alcohol.
Most people wouldn’t assume that. They would think one had a more cultured tongue and the other would take the cheap stuff, but really it came down to what they had. Aziraphale and Crowley would drink anything, but when they could have their preferred glasses they most definitely would throw the other sets in the street.
Aziraphale presented him a bottle of whiskey that Crowley hadn’t seen in a couple of decades. He whistled.
“Crown Royal, eh?”
“Seemed like a good occasion,” Aziraphale said.
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If anyone thought that a car was just a car, Crowley would have beaten them upside the head with his own sunglasses. Or had something terrible happen to them where he didn’t have to raise a hand, because that would make more sense.
His Bentley was his. Crowley never bothered having too much. Just mementos of certain things that didn’t see the light of day. But his Bentley he would show off.
The silent sports car.
How did she catch his eye? Who wouldn’t she have caught the eye of?
And he could tell that sometimes Aziraphale was jealous.
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“How do you like this one?”
Crowley glanced over. “Looks nice,” he said.
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