12: Alcohol is clearly the only solution here.

[scaresplants]

Who: A certain demon and a certain angel (Anthony J. Crowley and Aziraphale)
Where: A nice bar
When: Super backdated to right after this embarassing incident
Style: Anything you want!
Status: Closed like something really closed.

Well, wasn't this the best day of his very, very long life?

Anthony J. Crowley had plenty of bad days. The worst one, in his opinion, had been the Apocalypse That Never Was, followed very closely by the day that he accidently stumbled into a quaint little Spanish Inquisition meeting.

It was definitly not what he had been expecting, that's for sure. (It took well over two weeks to get over the memories of that time. And even after that, he still would shudder if he ever heard someone mention the name. Humans could be horrible, horrible things if they wanted to be, in Crowley's opinion.)

So, just like what he did back then when a day came up that just ruined his mood, Crowley turned to the one thing that he knew would fix the problem when nothing else would.

Alcohol.

He's standing in front of the door to the bar, puffing away at a cigarette and looking a bit roughed up after a very annoying fight with Otoha. Honestly, he's hoping that the angel wouldn't ask him too many embarassing questions about what he just saw. The last thing he needs is awkward questioning, and he's definitely not in the mood to answer any of them at the moment.

No. This had better be forgetten for good between the both of them. For good.

Comments

we can do prose, so /matches you c:

[dancingonapin]

Aziraphale has had his own share of bad days, oh certainly. The worst so far, he shared with Crowley... not necessarily due to the incredibly awful things that happened towards the end of it, what with being nearly chewed apart by both the Metatron and Beelzebub, and then having to face off the Lord of Everything-That-Was-Bad himself, but before it.

As fun as traveling had sounded to him whenever he saw the adverts for vacation spots all over the world, he himself had not enjoyed his trip around the world whatsoever. Being in every country in the world except for the one he truly needed to be in was quite infuriating after a short while. Being forced to dredge up his knowledge of all the languages of men, to deal with some truly frustrating people, had all but worn down his patience to a thinnest thread. He was afraid his previously astounding amount of patience was reduced tenfold permanently thanks to the whole excursion.

Having his perception of reality sort of... warped, and twisted today was... really nothing in comparison. But considering he's had few bad days in all his life, it did make it close to the top. And sorry, Crowley, incredibly sorry, Aziraphale isn't prone to forget any time soon, not when his confusion is this bad.

When he does arrive at the bar, approaching Crowley, he's already unsteady on his feet. It's clear that he's already had quite a few drinks on his own, though the angel can hold his alcohol surprisingly well so there's really just a wobble in his step and not any real stumbling.

"I'm here..." He presses a palm to his forehead with a sigh. "Just tipsy right now... could really use some more to drink." Aziraphale pauses when he comes closer to Crowley, enough to see his roughed up appearance. "... What in the world happened to you?"

awww yes :3

[scaresplants]

Well, well, well. The angel started without him. Not that isn't surprising, considering what he saw. Crowley lets out a sigh, taking out the cigarette and blowing out a stream of smoke before turning back to the angel with a shrug.

"Oh, just had a little disagreement with someone. Nothing to worry about." He lets out an amused huff, feeling inwardly glad at all of this. He would never admit it, but having the angel back in his life after he had spent a year on his own in this place was something he had missed.

He gestures to the door, and it opens without him even touching it. "Right after you, angel. It's been a while since I've got smashingly drunk. let's change that."

[dancingonapin]

Aziraphale leans against the door frame and furrows a brow at him, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Really, dear? I'm gone for... for..." He raises his wrist to check his watch, only to remember that he doesn't have a watch... and groans. "For not that long-- and you turn around and start up some wiles while I'm too- too flustered and smashed to thwart them..."

With a sigh, he walks inside, a little too out of it to even notice that they could very well just be breaking in, and heads over to the bar, muttering to himself.

"If you were drunk it would make things a lot simpler..."

[scaresplants]

"Pffft, wiles? Really, angel? Nah, this was just a little brat who needed to have a lesson taught to him, that's all." He chuckles a bit at the angel's state, because in less than thirty minutes he knew he'd be in the same position.

The alcohol was free anyways, Crowley thought as he walked inside- so why not just take what was rightfully there's? Besides, he wanted a place where he could talk freely without having people listen in, and what better than a closed bar?

He wanders over to the back of the counter of the bar, picking up bottles and looking them over with an appreciative glance. "Anything in particular you want, angel?"

[dancingonapin]

"I honestly doubt your judgement on who does and doesn't need lessons to be taught to them," the angel mumbles as he takes a seat, rubbing his temples in frustration.

"Scotch." Aziraphale pauses a moment, looking unsure... "Not all at once, mind you. I want to be sober enough to remember what we're talking about for at least the next twenty minutes or so..."