Crowley takes a breath and looks back at Aziraphale with a look that tells him thank you very much for that before stepping inside. The inside is mercifully clean, at least. No sticky floor to deal with. Though there are a lot of people. A lot of people drinking, singing, being generally happy to be here at this exact moment.
He hates to admit it, but it's a perfect place to hide.
Miraculously (or with the gentle help of Crowley), there is a booth near the back that opens up for them to sit at, and Crowley navigates them towards it.
"Here?" he suggests. He raises a hand to get them two drinks.
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Date: 2019-08-04 01:41 am (UTC)He hates to admit it, but it's a perfect place to hide.
Miraculously (or with the gentle help of Crowley), there is a booth near the back that opens up for them to sit at, and Crowley navigates them towards it.
"Here?" he suggests. He raises a hand to get them two drinks.