This is just for kicks and giggles (hehehe). Everything is left open for your imagination so...sequels? Yes? No?
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Az and Crowley belong to their respectable owners (and themselves).
"Aziraphale, do you ever get the feeling that were being watched?" Cowley asked peering around the bookshelf that Aziraphale was busy sorting through.
Aziraphale looked away from his books and gave Crowley a besides-from-the-obvious-I-can-always-tell-when-you're-watching-me sort of look and said nothing.
"What?" Crowley shrugged. "I mean, what if we were being monitored by the government. We don't tend to stick around in one place for long, you know. Or or or what if we had stalkers that lived in some other dimension…they could be writing fan fiction about us now as we speak."
"You're drunk again, aren't you?" Aziraphale sighed and catalogued his last book.
Crowley hiccupped and raised a finger and stood still for a moment before replying, "No. What would 'ver make you say so?"
"Because for one you're not making any sense," said the angel. "And for two I know you all too well." He smiled at Crowley and went into a fit of giggles.
"Don't mock me Angel, or I'll…I'll…I'll something. I still haven't forgot yesterday!" He gave out a series of hiccups before finishing. "I challenge you to a game of…of…drunk! A game of drink! Whoever can out drink the other wins."
"You're definitely off today. You know none of us can win…and what about yesterday?" Aziraphale was definitely enjoying what was coming out of his drunken friend's mouth much better than when he was drinking along with him.
Crowley hissed as he sobered up. "Yeah, but it would be fun to see who would come up with the craziest ideas. What do you say?"
Five hours, many unresolved conversations, an emptied cabinet of booze, and several bad jokes later….
They both lay on the floor in a drunken pile. Aziraphale was in a fit of giggles, "Well this certainly does leave something open for the imagination."
"You forgot to say that you tripped when you we're trying to learn how to dance gangnam style," the demon said pushing the giggling angel off of him.
"I luff you," Said Aziraphale now laying on his stomach, trying to catch his breath. "Luff, fluff, love you lots."
"You, you sound like a school girl. You would fit right in!" Crowley sat himself up.
"Fit in where? In a dress?"
"Precisely! And I know just where to find one!" He flashed his best demon grin at Aziraphale who stopped giggling and now began to blush.
THE END!