Another bottle, and another.. And another, that was all that Crowley swallowed the night after Aziraphale left.. He had stay in the book shop, well, mostly of the time he was there, even though he “hated” books, it was the only thing that brought Aziraphale back to him in form of feeling.. Crowley was just trying to have a rest in Aziraphale’s desk, trying too hard to not to think about Aziraphale. His eyes were red and tired, he hadn’t had any sleep since Azira left, and that was paying the prize.

Muriel was quite concerned. Even if they didn’t understand why Crowley was like that, because they were just some days in earth, they wanted to help him since they grew a little fond with eachother. Muriel didn’t know too much about humans, so they went to Maggie and Nina, wich were still closer ever, and as they heard how Crowley was, they got concerned. All of them went to the bookshop and saw how fucked up Crowley was, and the first one to help was Nina, wich gave him a glass of water.. Crowley seemed confused by them being on the bookshop actually.

— ‘ A glass of plain fucking water, Six-shots. Drink it. ‘

Nina said, placing the glass of water besides the drunk Crowley, who was still having a hang over so he couldn’t recognise things clearly.