Dancing With The Stars

Deference

It was the night after a hard session of all day drinking.
Crowley threw away the last empty bottle of wine he found on the floor and sat down. He was still very drunk, barely being able to see a foot in front of him. He could sober up anytime he wanted, but then he would be in control of his actions again. Unfortunately, it seemed like he was being forced to sober up, someone just knocked on his door. Crowley sighed and evaporated all the intoxicating alcohol from his body and stood up. To his surprise, Aziraphale was at his door.
"Angel, what are you doing here?" Crowley blinked, the Angel usually only came to his apartment if Crowley invited him.
"You called me, remember?" Aziraphale replied, slightly confused.
"Oh.. right yeah I did do that." Crowley grunted, remembering that he accidentally called Aziraphale in the middle of drinking a bottle of wine. "Well come in I guess." Crowley opened the door a bit more and stepped out the way so Aziraphale could enter.
"You weren't drinking again, were you?" Aziraphale frowned, looking around the apartment for any bottles Crowley failed to pick up.
"What would ever give you the impression that I was drinking again?" Crowley frowned, sauntering over to sit down on his couch.
"For starts, you call me for emergencies only, if it wasn't an emergency you would have shown up at the bookshop." Aziraphale sat down next to Crowley and set his hands on his lap. "Second, I could barely comprehend what you were saying." Crowley groaned, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes.
"So maybe I had a drink or two, so what? I was being responsible." Crowley grunted, turning his head to look at Aziraphale.
"I don't think responsible is the correct word to describe you my dear, possibly not destructive would be better." Aziraphale suggested in a light tone, making Crowley raise a brow.
"Really? Not destructive?" Crowley felt as though the Angel could have come up with something better.
"Well it's not wrong, you haven't exactly done anything destructive recently." Aziraphale hummed, still scanning Crowleys apartment.
"I've done loads of destructive things! I'm a very demonic demon I'll have you know." Crowley stuck out the tip of his tongue and looked away, crossing his arms.
"Super gluing coins to the sidewalk and then trying to pick up said coins is not exactly destructive." Aziraphale pointed out, shifting his gaze to look at Crowley.
"Please never mention that around me ever again, I'm still burning with embarrassment." Crowley whined, having hoped that Aziraphale would some how forget about that slip up.
"Okay I'll drop it, I still find it amusing." Aziraphale let out a soft chuckle, making Crowley burn red.
"Right... So what did I say exactly? When I accidentally called you?" Crowley turned his head back to look at Aziraphale.
"I think you were saying something about how untrustworthy dolphins are." Aziraphale tried to remember what exactly Crowley had said.
"Well I was right, Dolphins are very untrustworthy! They know how to smile, do you understand how weird that is?" Crowley hissed, narrowing his eyes.
"Dogs can smile too." Aziraphale answered simply. "Are dogs untrustworthy now?"
"Depends on the dog, Chihuahuas have always been untrustworthy ever since the other demons got bored and made a new species of hellhound." Crowley frowned, propping his feet on the table in front of them.
"Chihuahuas are hellhounds?" Aziraphale sounded surprised, blinking slowly.
"You didn't know? They weren't good enough so they got sent to Earth as pets instead." Crowley shrugged, staring at his chipped nail polish.
"Well I guess that explains where they came from..." Aziraphale looked down at Crowleys nails then back up at Crowleys face. "Do you need to repaint your nails? They looked really chipped."
"I just haven't redone them in a while, been too busy doing very demonic things." Crowley hummed, picking at one of his nails.
"I could repaint them for you." Aziraphale suggested, then started panicking. "I mean- only if you want to! I know you usually would miracle them- but I just thought- nevermind forget I said anything." Aziraphale turned away his burning red face in an attempt to hide his embarrassment and flusteredness.
"Angel it's okay, you can do them if you really want to." Crowley shrugged nonchalantly, although he was going absolutely wild inside his brain.
"Are you sure?" Aziraphale slowly turned his head back to look at Crowley.
"Wouldn't have said anything if I wasn't sure." Crowley shrugged, snapping his fingers, making nail polish, q-tips, and nail polish remover appear on the table along with a napkin. Aziraphale got up off the couch and walked around to the other side of the table as Crowley slid off the couch onto the floor.
"You paint your nails too don't you?" Crowley asked as Aziraphale started shaking the nail polish.
"I do, but I don't miracle them on." Aziraphale gently moved Crowleys right hand closer to him, sending warm chills down Crowleys spine.
"You almost never use mircals for your own benefit, even when you've found yourself in danger." Crowley rolled his eyes, watching Aziraphale more than what the Angel was doing to his nails.
"You always come to my rescue, I trust you enough to know you'll be there." Aziraphale smiled, using the remover to rub off the remaining nail polish. Crowley looked down at the floor as a small smile creeped up onto his face.
"You know I'll always be there to rescue your sorry ass, no matter how many times you almost get discorperated." Crowley grunted, trying to sound nonchalant.
"I don't doubt that." Aziraphale set down the polish remover and grabbed the nail polish, starting to apply it on Crowleys nails. Crowley lifted his head back up to continue staring at Aziraphale. The Angel was always there for him when they were Angels, so he made a promise he would always be there for Aziraphale as a demon, even if they weren't supposed to be friends.