"So, uh, drink?" Crowley mumbled as he fitted his key in the lock. He nearly dropped his key twice before finally getting it right. "Wait, do you even drink?"

"I can't say I ever have. Not much alcohol around, and I've made a point to never spend time indulging in earthly vices"

Crowley grabbed a bottle and 2 glasses. "Well then you need to at least try. I noticed you didn't touch the wine at-" he paused not yet ready to say Aziraphale's name "back there."

Gabriel tutted "not that I had the time, so what's this then" he looked at the glasses.

One of the best, Crowley thought, "it's whiskey. Technically bourbon. American thing. I don't know. Just sip it."

Gabriel took the offered glass and did as Crowley recommended, but still found himself sputtering and with the feeling that his mouth and throat were burning. "Was I supposed to enjoy that?" He asked eyeing Crowley suspiciously as the demon downed his own liquor in 2 large gulps.

"Acquired taste. You get used to it."

"I seem to recall you telling me that before" Gabriel said with a smirk.

"Not discussing that!" Crowley exclaimed. "Gabe, really, it's been over six thousand years, I've made a life on Earth. I like my life on Earth. You don't get to show up and mess it about."

Gabriel took a sip of his drink, the burn was lessened this time, and he almost immediately took another. "I didn't even say anything about your life on Earth, or your existence before."

"You told Aziraphale you loved me" Crowley downed another glass of bourbon "What made you think that was going to go over well? You've been watching him, and by extension me, for some time I presume?" Crowley knew that Heaven had that ability, but wasn't sure it was actually utilized.

"I have" Gabriel admitted.

"So you know. Unless you haven't been paying attention you know how he feels. You know how I feel. So why tell him? You could have just, I don't know, left." Crowley raised his voice, not quite yelling.

"You're the one who waltzed in and called me 'Gabe', Aziraphale is right. I don't let anyone else call me as such." He stood up and walked to a window. "I said it because it's the truth. And because, yes it is a source of amusement for me to make Aziraphale uncomfortable. Wasn't expecting that reaction though."

Crowley hissed. "I know you are an arse Gabe, but that's going a bit far."

"I didn't come to Earth to see you, or to steal you away from Aziraphale. I actually didn't even want to come to Earth, why would anyone?" Gabriel turned back to face Crowley "I expected that you would be recalled as well. Or at least have orders to not fraternize with the enemy, which is what I was telling Aziraphale when you showed up."

"He's not allowed to see me anymore?" Crowley stood "no, that is not acceptable. Gabe you can't do that. Please not that."

Gabriel was surprised by the fear and passion in Crowley's voice. "I never actually got around to telling him" he finished the bourbon remaining in his glass. "Can I have some more of this?"

Crowley waived his hand lazily and Gabriel's glass was refilled.

"Thank you. I'm not actually going to prevent you and Aziraphale from doing whatever it is that you do. Which appears to be mostly eating, drinking and driving." Gabriel took in his surroundings, he wasn't sure Crowley actually lived here. It looked too pristine. Gadre'el was not what one would describe as pristine, but maybe Crowley was. He supposed it was possible for a being to change in a half dozen millennia. He returned to the couch and sat down closer to Crowley, but not too close, and took a slightly larger drink.

"Do you mind if I-" he gestured to his suit jacket and tie "just feels a little stuffy."

"Sure, just not more than that."

Gabriel shrugged off his jacket and unbuttoned and rolled up his shirtsleeves before undoing and removing his tie. "Worried you'll be tempt'd?" Gabriel chuckled, his glass once again refilled.

"No. Worried Aziraphale will come here and kill us both. You might be able to file your own stuff for another corporation, but I'm not sure I'll even get another one, much less if I'll get sent back up here." Crowley looked down between his feet, as if he could see through the floor straight into Hell.

"M not act'lly sure if I can do m'own papers. Prolly need to ask Michael. Or Raphael. Ok prolly Michael."

"Raphael's in America you know, came to visit me and Aziraphale couple weeks ago. Says he quit being an Archangel."

"Can't quit. Won't let us." Gabriel spread his arms on the back of the couch. "S not a job." He blinked several times, "huh feel strange. Fuzzy. 'M I fuzzy Gadre'el?"

"It's Crowley and no you're drunk not fuzzy."

"Tingly too. Gaaaaahhhhdreeeeeel is easier to say. Why you named Crowley now?"

Crowley sighed. Usually by the time Aziraphale was this drunk he was drunk too. But tonight there probably wasn't enough alcohol in his flat to match Gabriel's level. "You know what Gabe, I'll tell you that story tomorrow" he said hoping that would placate the Archangel.

"Why're your hairs short. Used to be long. Curly." Gabriel reached up to touch Crowley's styled red hair. "And what's this?" He ran a finger down Crowley's right cheek.

"Itsssss a ssssnake"

"Mmmm yes, I see that" Gabriel continued, pressing an open mouth kiss to Crowley's mark.

"That'ssss quite enough. I'll get you a blanket and you can ssssssleep" Crowley stood abruptly. Aziraphale was certainly going to kill one if not both of them. "I'll see you in the morning." He regretted getting Gabriel drunk. Especially at the moment, as the Archangel was laying on his couch half covered by a blanket trying unsuccessfully to unbutton his own shirt.

As amusing as it was to watch, Crowley snapped his fingers as he left the room and Gabriel's shirt folded itself onto the chair where his jacket and tie were lying. And he'd be blessed if Gabriel wasn't right about him being tempted.