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Aziraphale has been flirting with the idea of opening a new bookshop in Gotham and luckily enough Crowley was able to help him decide on the venue. Who owns the perfect spot ready to be sold for the right price? That's pretty easy: the demon's acquaintances - Joker and his girlfriend.
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"I don't know about this," Aziraphale crinkles his nose, contemplating the surroundings leading towards today's meeting place: one of the fancy restaurants owned by The King of Gotham. "It's a splendid day, why don't we just take a walk?"
Crowley rolls his eyes behind the black sunglasses, explaining for the millionth time:
"As we talked before, he's willing to sell the property which might I remind you, it's ideal for your bookshop. I don't think you have a choice."
"Yes... but, but Mister Joker is not... you know... a good person. I'm not sure I'm comfortable doing business with such a bad apple. Pun not intended!" he immediately corrects his sentence.
The demon sights, quickly throwing in variables meant to help stir the conversation:
"This restaurant makes the best stake bites you ever tasted, best tea and crumpets are imported from England. They sell the best wine, best champagne plus the scrumptious ice cream is to die for. Aren't you interested in trying them?"
"How dare you temp me with such frivolous nitty-zitties, dark creature of the abyss??!!" Aziraphale's stern voice has absolutely no effect on Crowley.
"Angel, do you want the building or not?" he calmly scratches his chin.
"Please do lead the way," a very polite Principality quickly switches mood while strutting alongside his companion.
"They closed the grounds to the public today," the demon rambles on, swiftly knocking at the front door: six fast beats followed by two slow taps.
One of J's henchmen opens the entrance so that the guests can squeeze in undetected.
"Howdy," Crowley puckers his lips and sniffs the air, definitely recognizing his favorite meal.
"Mister C, boss is not here yet."
"The kitchen is opened, correct?" the sassy devil makes it obvious he has no patience for details.
"Certainly, they are already cooking the usual for you."
"Perfect, me and my friend will take 2 portions with a side of saffron rice and three bottles of champagne."
"Oh, I couldn't possibly," the angel gushes. "Champagne makes me nickytty-pickytty," he softly giggles at the thought as he accompanies the small party in the main room.
"Nickytty-pickitty?" Crowley huffs. "Make it four bottles!" he urges, dropping on a chair at the nearest table adorned with warm, steamy bread sticks.
