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1972
"Angel, look!" Crowley said, a little bit too loud in Aziraphale’s opinion.
They were walking around London, a nice but cold evening in 1972, the kids were laughing and playing around while a lot of adults were whispering things to each other.
Aziraphale, of course, noticed this. He couldn’t help but wonder all morning why, out of the sudden, all London made a pact to speak lower than the usual. No one died, he would’ve known it. Even in his bookshop people were looking around and whispering, it seemed like everyone was looking up for a book in particular but no one dared to ask him, there was this very unkind young boy that rejected his help with an “I ain’t doin' nutthin’, ya old fatty”, of course, he scoffed and told that brat to leave his bookshop. He would probably tell Crowley later.
"What is it, dear? " He asked, looking what he thought Crowley was looking, it was hard to tell because of his sunglasses.
"A Clockwork Orange! The movie! It’s finally out!" He said, with very uncharacteristic excitement.
Suddenly, everything made perfect sense, of course everyone will be whispering! Everyone was talking about the controversial movie based on the infamous book.
"Oh, that horrendous, violent, evil reincarnation of the worst-of-the-human-kind, film is out?"
"Angel, it’s just a movie and a book, stop making a big fuss out of it." Crowley rolled his eyes and sighed. "Let’ me tempt you to see it! I’ll pay for the tickets." He offered.
"Oh, no. Not a chance. It’s completely disgusting, raw and…"
"I’ll buy popcorn too." He said, interrupting.
"Okay. Fine." Aziraphale crossed his arms over his chest.
"Playing hard to get, huh?" The demon said, sarcastically. "I want you to see my contribution to Kubrick’s work." He said, with that proud smile of his.
"Your WHAT?! Crowley, you had something to do with this terrible thing?!" Zira asked, unpleasantly shocked by the other one’s confession.
"I just did a tiny part, don’t lose your halo." He said, annoyed.
The angel looked at him and concentrated on two things:
- He was eating popcorn, so it won’t be that bad.
- He got to spend some time alone and in peace with Crowley.
They both have been rather distant lately, Hell was giving Crowley… well, more hell, practically stalking him, so they did not get to talk much or see each other, also, the Demon was spending too much time with a new friend of his, a guy called Freddie. So, yes, they didn’t have the chance to spend any time together.
Crowley wasn’t very happy with the situation either. He promised to give the underworld at least ten souls in the next few years and he had no idea how to. Hippies made conservative people go mad and do bad, evil things, so he had practically nothing to do but watch everyone lose it.
So, when he finally got them to hop off his dick he could spend some time with his beloved Angel.
They both entered the cinema and bought two tickets, popcorn and some candy that Aziraphale thanked with a warm smile that, as almost everything he does, melted Crowley.
Once the lights went off, it took only half an hour to make Aziraphale leave the establishment, muttering things, with the unfinished popcorn and candies on his hands.
"Come on, Angel! It’s nothing that yours never did! I was treated worse when they sent me down." Crowley was rubbing his forehead with one hand, following Aziraphale through the movie theatre.
Once they both were out, the Angel went straight to Crowley’s precious car, stating that he “Won’t have such a conversation in front of poor unfortunate humans”.
"Listen, Crowley, I know that evil is 'your thing' but I never, in all 6000 we’ve known each other, thought you were capable of such… Atrociousness!" Zira said, closing the car’s door.
"Angel, stop being so loud for fuck’s sake!" He complained. "I just did a fucking graffiti for the love of Satan. "
Aziraphale’s face turned bright red. Could angels feel such embarrassment as he did in that exact moment?
"Y-You what?" He stuttered.
"Yes, you didn’t even get to see it. It said, “Suck it and see”. It was so much fun making Kubrick see it, never thought he would put it in a movie." He said, looking at the steering wheel.
"Oh, Crowley, dear, I’m so sorry." He apologized, looking directly to his shoes.
"I know we haven’t been seeing each other a lot lately but don’t act like you don’t know me." The Demon said, chuckling softly and looking back at the white-haired man beside him.
"Well, your old and new friends can always be a bad influence."
"Are you talking about Freddie?" Crowley scoffed. "Aziraphale, I’m a demon, I AM the bad influence!" He said, offended.
"Yes, sorry, I forget about that sometimes." Aziraphale laughed too. "I missed you, you know? These last months…"
Crowley felt an arrow cross his heart, he swallowed hard and tried not to kiss Aziraphale until they both were out of breathing.
"I missed you too, Angel…" He took his sunglasses off and smiled at him. "Wanna go have dinner at the Ritz?"
"Oh, you know I can’t say no to such a proposal." He smiled back, and they both felt like the inside of the car turned a little warmer as the engine started working.
2012
"This album is terrible, I love it." Crowley said, looking at his new CD: Suck It And See, Arctic monkeys.
"You sure are weird…" Aziraphale said, as he wiped off the dust from a bookshelf.
"No, I mean… It’s so bad it’s almost evil. I even bought NME to see what does Alex Turner have to say about this, oh, rock stans will be so pissed."
"Rock… what? You know I don’t understand your modern music slang." He sounded a bit annoyed. "Well, if you want my opinion, the album is lovely. I love that song… You know… The heartbreak hotel one."
"Piledriver Waltz, Angel. Well, my favourite is The Hellcat Spangled Shalala…" Crowley said, looking through the pages of the magazine.
"Oh, of course, it is!" Aziraphale laughed.
But he started to play Piledriver Waltz again as soon as he could, looking at Aziraphale humming the song softly.
"Angel…" He said, looking impressed at the magazine.
"Yes, dearest?" The Angel sat next to him, eyes shining with curiosity.
Crowley just passed the NME to Aziraphale, who started reading out loud from where the Demon was pointing at.
”Well, where did the idea for the title came from, Alex?” He started. ”We knew, since the moment we released Brick By Brick that we were going to be misjudged, so we wanted to represent the fact that this album had to be listened to and then judged. So, watching my favourite movie, A Clockwork Orange, I saw the graffiti “Suck It And See” on the back and I thought “Yes, this is exactly what I’m trying to say” He stopped reading and looked at Crowley, without knowing really what to say. "Oh, Crowley, I’m so sorry…"
"Are you KIDDING?" He said thrilled, taking Aziraphale’s both hands. "They named this album after something I did! And it’s the worst of their career! EVERYONE hates it! I’m so evil!"
Of course, Aziraphale didn’t think that was evil, but you should’ve seen the glow in Crowley’s eyes, you simply couldn’t say no to him.
"Yes, dear." The Angel smiled at the Demon, stroking softly his blushed cheek. "You’re the evilest of them all."