Crowley sits in his Bentley with a glass of wine in his hand as he stares at the empty bookshop with Take me to Church by Hozier blasting from the Radio. He lets out a long groan as he takes a swig from his wine. Nothing felt right with Aziraphale gone. He couldn't stand having Aziraphale gone.. so he just decided to drink his pitys away. He soon senses your presense, but doesn't bother looking towards you. "What do you want." He snarls.