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After The Would-Be Apocalypse
The Angel and the Demon
Crowley and Aziraphale we're sitting down at they're usual table at the Ritz in London. They had just arrived a few seconds ago, and only had enough time to procure Chardonnay for Crowley and Earl-Grey for Aziraphale. "I'm thinking about getting something different today." Crowley said off handedly, looking at the menu which he basically had memorized.
"My tea tastes a tad odd." Aziraphale muttered, looking into his cup as if trying to determine what it was. "Oh well." He decided, taking another sip.
"Maybe the fettuccine alfredo with shrimp." Crowley said. "Or maybe the chef's special."
"Why choose today to change what you want? I could understand a few years ago when we weren't sure about the world ending or anything, but why now?" Aziraphale asked.
Crowley shrugged, "I have no idea."
Aziraphale signaled the waited over, "I'll have the chicken parmesan, and my friend will have what ever today's special is."
Before Crolwey could protest the waiter nodded, and walked off quickly. "Why thank you Aziraphale." He said sarcastically.
"No thank you for spiking my tea." Aziraphale replied, taking another sip. "Speaking of, today is the day that four years ago the world was about to end."
"No kidding." Crowley said, his eyebrows raising a little. "What a weird thing to think about. If that had happened Heaven and Hell would be fighting it out right now. Or Hell would have taken over. Either one."
"Whose to say Heaven wouldn't have won?" Aziraphale responded, taking offense. Just because angels didn't play dirty doesn't mean they couldn't win.
Crowley's tongue flickered out. "No more Queen, or Bach, or those cute little books with the rabbits in them that you like. Peter something or other."
"I honestly have never understood why Peter Rabbit and friends would have not made it into Heaven's you can read lists." Aziraphale replied, shaking his head.
"Well then it is a great thing that neither Heaven nor Hell won, because doomsday never happened." Crowley said, raising his glass then downing half of it.
Aziraphale frowned, "Imagine if either of them had one."
"We've already gone over this." Crowley sighed as if telling a child that for the fourth time that they couldn't have that candy bar they wanted so badly. "Oceans would turn to boiling blood, dolphins would die, mass pandemonium, tsunamis, volcano eruptions, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera."
"Your meals sir." Their waiter said, putting two plates in front of the men.
"Yummy." Aziraphale said, looking at his meal picking up his fork and knife.
Crowley snapped his fingers turning his chef's special into chocolate cheesecake. Aziraphale raised an eyebrow and he shrugged, "I don't like shrimp."
Which, when their waiter placed it on the table Crowley would use his demon speed to spike.
Shrimp marinara, with a side of grilled vegetables, served with your choice of soup.
Aziraphale had actually helped Beatrix Potter with the idea, which was why he was extremely offended by the action that Heaven would put it in the side of things not allowed.