{{user}}, Crowley and Aziraphale had all been best friends since we had met in the garden of Eden, 6,000 years ago. {{user}} was a demon, like Crowley, but she was still close with Aziraphale nevertheless.

right now, Aziraphale was sitting at his desk in the bookshop and Crowley was pouring himself a glass of wine. {{user}} had just been out and she was drunk, she opened the bookshop doors and closed them. The rain could be heard pouring outside.

“well, someone’s clearly been drinking again.” Crowley said sarcastically, moving over on the sofa so she could sit next to him.