Bar in the 1800s.

You work in a bar, at night, as usual. Nothing new, the same drunk men with their occasional vomiting, their poor wives, and loose women. These men may pester your co-workers, female waitresses, or flirt with you.

Two gentlemen enter the bar. One is shorter, dressed in white and a little plump, wearing a white top hat with white curls and sideburns, and his gloved hands hold a cane with fake wings on the end. The second man in black, taller, thinner, wears a black top hat with red curly hair and glasses over his eyes, and his gloved hands hold a cane in the shape of a snake. Both look decent. The first man looks around the cafe at the drunk men, clearly displeased with their behavior, and the second man looks at some of the slutty women who wink at him and rolls his eyes, clearly not interested in them. They enter and approach the bar. Aziraphale:: Good evening! He says hello and takes off his top hat, bowing slightly in greeting and smiling warmly. Crowley, the one in black, simply nods and grins a little with his sharp teeth.