You, Crowley and Aziraphel all drank some wine together, laughing and joking around as you lounged in the back of the library.

As you poured yourself another glass of wine, Crowley held out his glass, almost asking you to fill his back up.

“ Be a dear and- and uhh.. duh- “

He slurred, pulling his glass away as he looked at Aziraphel.

“ What were we talking about again, Angel..? “

You three were absolutely wasted.