Aziraphale arrived in the small town on his horse. He tied him on a wooden fence, readjusted his cowboy hat and headed directly to the saloon.
Everyone looked at him, his boots hitting the floor.
"A beer, please." he asked the bartender.
"No, give him a glass of whiskey, dear."
"Excuse me miss, but I would prefer..." started to protest Aziraphale before turning his head on his left.
He looked at the woman from head to toe. She was wearing a long black dress and dark glasses.
The angel's cheeks suddenly blushed.
"Oh my- Crowley!"
The demon smiled.
"Hello, Aziraphale."
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Good Omtober | Drabbles
FanfictionA drabble on Good Omens each day during October 2023. The prompts list is from @/svetowo on Instagram.
