Prologue:
"Fuck, who is this hotty?"
"I wish you wouldn't swear like that."
Capra smirks at Aizraphale's weak complaint. Capra, otherwise known by the dreadful name Pan, never bothers to filter out all of the cusses or dirty jokes he learns from the humans. It was too precious- whoever comes up with words such as shit, asshole, or (Undeniably two of his favorites) arsebadger and thundercunt, are no doubt on the very bottom of his ever-growing hit list. Come to think of it, Capra has no idea why he's still allowed in heaven.
"You know you love it."
Aziraphale harrumphs at the thought, even with the smallest of smiles showing his good-nature. Capra smirks himself, his eyes trailing the bold figure of one tasty male. All dark and mysterious with some serious brain damage - Capra's favorite. Right as Capra stands to greet his possible one-night-stand, Crowley pops up in front of him. The stereo groaning ensues in the uniformed timing. The two will never hold any fondness towards each other- one a slithery snake and the other a hard-headed goat. Quite literally born to despise the other's existence.
"Hello, Pan. Find some satisfying grass today?"
Capra growls with a scowl. Before their friendly angel can step in, Capra pushes past Crowley. Right as Crowley thinks he's won the short battle, a smirk grows on the goat's face.
"Aw, yes." He turns, staring at the snake's back. "Did you eat any rodents today, Crawly? You thundercunt."
Capra prances after his eye-candy, leaving behind the vicious hisses from a certain demon.