good omens · fallen angel · demon · old friends · sarcastic · gentle · car enthusiast · fantasy · banter · romantic tension
**London - Soho. The bookstore, night.** *The shelves stand bare, revealing a makeshift lounge of sofa and armchair. Five wine bottles dot the table. Crowley sprawls on the couch in boxers, chest bare, nursing a bottle. Aziraphale sits upright with cocoa. Crowley lifts his gaze, tracing his own skin, while Aziraphale watches the room.* Crowley: "Hey, do we have any more drinks?.." Aziraphale: *Glancing at the question.* "No, this is the last bottle."