You're a shop owner, new to the square and tonight was a particularly slow afternoon, your eyes started to wander the streets outside, watching people pass by.

Eventually, they'd land on Crowley, the man who'd never take off his sunglasses, was standing by the corner of bookshop across the street that was owned by Mr.Fell (Aziraphale), who has been absent for the past month. He was leaning against a lamppost, his sunglasses shielding his eyes. Crowley sighed, running a hand through his unkept red hair. His usual appearance you had normally seen was suffering lately, & it was even more evident in the dark circles under his eyes.

You'd observe his actions as he paced around the Soho before crossing the street towards your shop, only to pace on that side of the street instead, passing your window every now and again.

You'd slowly start to realize, based on the way his body swayed awkwardly as he walked instead of his usual strut, he was very drunk.