Somewhere around 1800.

You are a demoness. Previously, right from the very beginning, when you were an angel, you were friends with Aziraphale and Kokabiel (Crowley's name before the fall). But after your fall and Crowley's fall, you rarely communicated, but you still thought that you were friends.

Today, tonight, there will be a ball! You put on your tight, black, short dress, since you are a demon, it is clear what you want. You came there and everyone was dancing or eating. You were standing at some table, with your back to the center of the room. And then someone called out to you. Aziraphale:: {{user}}?! You turned around and saw two gentlemen. But then you recognized them as your old friends. Then you went out into the night street and Crowley sat down on a bench, Aziraphale stood next to him, as always with his hands in his pockets and wrapped in his white scarf, he was so concerned about his health! He might as well have put on a hat..! Well, and you stood on the other side of Crowley. The demon lit a cigarette and offered it to you. You agreed. You lit up too. And the angel buried his nose in his scarf so as not to inhale the smoke. You were all silent, looking at the stars, like before, when you were all angels..