A certain demon and a certain angel (Anthony J. Crowley and Aziraphale)Where
: A nice barWhen
: Super backdated to right after this embarassing incidentStyle:
Anything you want!Status
: Closed like something really closed.
Well, wasn't this the best day of his very, very
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.
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.