Angel Shot || Good Omens

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[12:43 AM]

It definitely wasn't clearing up any time soon.

'In Only Seven Days' was faintly playing on the radio. "Gosh, it's really coming down, isn't it?" Aziraphale said. The roads were clear tonight, with one or two cars passing by once in a while. Not many people were out this late. "Right. So, where is your place exactly?" Crowley asked as a crack of thunder erupted over the sound of rain. "Edinburgh." he muttered. They both focused on the road, sitting in the same awkward silence once again. The crisp smell of the wet rain surrounded them. "Wait. You're all the way..isn't that an hour away?" he said eyeing him, then focusing back on the road. "Why are you all the way out here in Glasgow, then?"

"I'm a court reporter," he blurted proudly, "and a magician." Crowley gently pressed his lips together to hide his smirk, "Really then? You're quite talented." The rain continued pattering with force against the windows, making it harder to see through the windshield. "I attend courtrooms in Edinburgh regularly, but this week I've been having to venture down here since they've been seeking a replacement for the curre- well, former one." He nodded along carefully as he listened to Aziraphale's voice.

"Would you like to stay at my place tonight?" Crowley suggested hesitantly, "Wouldn't be the best idea to drive out far in this weather."

Aziraphale was very kind at heart, and he was absolutely grateful when others offered a hand. But again, this was a stranger he had just met about an hour ago. "You aren't planning anything devious, are you?"

Crowley almost choked, "What? What does that even- er, no i'm not." He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling, "I'm not planning on kidnapping you or whatever you're thinki-"

"No, no, of course not. Good." Aziraphale gazed out through the side window, "Very well then. Again, I thank you for being so generous."

"Don't say corny things like that. Makes me feel weird." he replied with a hint of disgust.

[12:55 AM]

The Bentley finally arrived at an apartment complex.

The two of them quickly ran out into the hard rain, then inside the building. Aziraphale followed Crowley as he led the way. The pair walked into the elevator, where the walls were internally covered by bright mirrors. Crowley pushed the button for the tenth floor. The lift started moving upward, when Aziraphale noticed an odd smell of chlorine. Maybe he just didn't notice since he'd been living here for a bit? Aziraphale thought. Who knows. After all, they had just met, and Crowley hadn't said much about himself.

They entered the apartment. Aside from the group of empty bottles on the kitchen counter, it was pretty neat. He definitely took care of the place, or at least it looked like it. Crowley slipped out of his leather shoes, setting his bag down. He walked into another room, leaving Aziraphale. There was shuffling in the other room. Aziraphale untied his shoes and neatly set them aside, along with his umbrella. He walked in, studying the room. It was quite cozy, but still had a little fanciness to it. It suited him.

Crowley finally came back out, "Stupid pillowcases were being stubborn. Everything is set up now."

Aziraphale smiled softly at him, "Your place is quite nice."

"Ah.. thank you, I guess." he spoke, "Bathroom's on the right, feel free to use the shower."

He proceeded to walk towards his bag and pull out the bottle he had snatched earlier. Aziraphale sat himself down on the leather sofa, "Have you always worked down there?" "No, not exactly." he answered as he popped the cork off the bottle, "I used to be a priest." Aziraphale stared at him in disbelief, "You?" Crowley glanced at him and nodded. "Really?" "Do you believe in 'god', Aziraphale?" he asked. The dark color of the red wine was practically glaring through the glass. Crowley took a hold of it and sat across from him, proceeding to take a sip. "I suppose so." he responded with hesitance.

"I do not think that god believed in me." Aziraphale focused on him, "And why is that?" Crowley raised his eyebrow, "Hard to explain in words. The simplest answer would be change." They maintained good eye contact for a long bit. Such bright eyes. Crowley thought. He liked them. They were pleasing to look at, almost like a vast ocean. "Who knows why I've turned out like this now. Maybe god did this, or maybe I did. Blah blah blah." Crowley spoke, "Sorry. Don't usually talk this much; I've drank a bit. I'm not making any sense."

Aziraphale stared at him almost curiously. "Don't worry. I wouldn't have anyone else to tell anyway if you were to spout anything you'd consider 'private.'"

"You're quite funny, aren't you?" Crowley said, resting his head on his hand.

"As are you."