AN: Sexy Fish is an actual place in London - never been to England at all, just a regular old American with Google and some stretches taken. They have some cool decor - at least I think so.

There had miraculously been a free table in the back by the time they arrived so they were walked through the restaurant on the way to their seats. Both the angel and him were distracted by the decor the entire way over.

"Sexy," Crowley breathed as they passed the bar.

Like most of the establishment's atmosphere, the bar was dramatically elegant. Behind the wall of alcoholic bottles was a never ending cascade of water that a person could clearly see as they sat during some surely overpriced cocktail. Above was a white ornate art piece of a group of swimming fish, almost hugging each other. Each fish was about the size of ¾ of a hellhound, Crowley had thought. The best feature, in his mind, however, was a blue statue of a topless female mermaid literally planted at the edge of the bar edge. Tail resting in a U shape on the warm brown top of the bar, the mermaid appeared to be holding her own chin with one hand and extending her other arm skyward. Her hair was slicked back at her head and then sprayed out to almost wet looking tendrils. Whatever stone was, it glistened a bright electric blue with thin clouds of deep blue spread over her whole body.

"Beautiful," Aziraphale had said instead.

Their waiter had started saying something about the decor's artists but Crowley paid no attention to the lecture. He simply continued looking around at the place. It was dimly lit with modern jazzy music playing in the background among the chatter of a full house. It reeked of seafood but it wasn't so bad when he bit the inside of his lip.

"And here you are, sirs." The waiter nodded towards the one empty table in the entire restaurant. There were two menus and glasses of ice water neatly set for each seat.

"Thank you so much!" Aziraphale had replied back with much enthusiasm. It seemed the anticipation of lunch had done the trick of lightened the angel's mood. Crowley sat down without much note to the waiter, and watched Aziraphale lazily.

The angel had grabbed the menu and was flipping through it with the vigor one might expect him to have reading the Bible.

"Any good drinks?" Crowley asked. He didn't bother opening his menu. He usually just let Aziraphale do the reading.

"They have quite the selection of Japanese whiskey - oh you should try the...the Ghetto Flip." He frowned. "I don't like the name but it has Hibiki Japanese whiskey, banana, pistachio and-"

"Sounds lovely."

"Oh they have such interesting cocktails…though I do like a good old fashioned." The blonde continued to deliberate his many menu choices half to himself and half to his lunch companion. Crowley had melted into his usual position for the menu deliberation segment of all lunch meetings; he rested both of his elbows on the table and cradled his chin in his hands.

A good twenty minutes later, Aziraphale was ordering for both of them far too energetically. The demon had just heard the mentions of "soft crab", "chunky tuna tartare" "king crab and bone marrow", "wagyu tataki", and "could we get the chef's selection of 8 with some imperial caviar because that sounds positively delightful."

The waiter turned to Crowley. "Is there anything else I get you sir?"

"No, he picked everything for me already." He pulled out a hand from under his chin and waved it at the woman dismissively. "I'll let you know if I want something later."

"Thank you!" Aziraphale had shouted as the waiter scurried off. He gave Crowley a look. "Don't be rude."

"That wasn't rude! I was being honest."

The other being just sniffed but didn't push the subject any further. "It is a nice place though." He said, looking up the artwork in the ceiling in wonder.

"Told you. Yelp had four pound signs on it so I figured it would be good and expensive."

"Yelp?"

"It's...it's like a website where people review restaurants, massages, doctors - lots of things. They tell you if they liked the place, if they take reservations, how expensive it is. All the good stuff. You would probably like it," Crowley stopped holding his chin and leaned back into the chair. "Wait - you should be a Yelper!"

"Yelper? That sounds painful…"

"No, no. They are blokes that go to places and get free food for saying nice things about establishments on the website. You could eat wherever you want and get free food!" He was waving his hands again as he spoke.

"But what if I don't like the food?"

"Well you could say that too, I think. Maybe do it after you leave though…" Crowley looked up at the ceiling in thought. "You could be a food blogger. I think those are still a thing...or maybe it's all on Instagram now, I'm not sure."

"Instagram? I heard a customer complain about it once. They were one of those that was very angry that there was no wifi in the bookshop. I mean really - wireless internet in a bookshop. Why do you need to be on Instagram if you are in a book shop?

Crowley shrugged.

"I don't like wifi - don't start this argument again," the angel added, seeing his comrade start opening his mouth. "I know how you feel about wifi; we have been over this."

"Wifi is amazing, angel and you need to see the light." It was an old argument but not one that either of them was willing to budge on. "You remember dial up? Dialup was such a pain. Made people sinning a lot more common though - print porngraphy sales," The demon made a diagonal raising motion with his right arm and a whooshing noise. "But you like the internet for the baking and interior decorating stuffs. You have a pinterest board dedicated to ceiling molding for Hell's sake. With wifi, you can look at all the moldingbin the world not just from an old chair stuck in a corner."

"Yes, but there's a time and a place for internet time. I have a strict 'no internet time' near the books. It makes them feel insecure."

"Makes them feel insecure," Crowley just muttered in response. "Mmmm yeah wouldn't want that."

"Yes, the first edition dictionaries have just been-" it looked like Aziraphale had more to say before something behind Crowley seemed to grab his attention.

"What is it? You look like you're pretending to be a fish with that mouth thing you're doing." Crowley looked over his sunglasses at the other being, the smallest of his yellow eyes visible.

"Don'tlookbuttheresagroupofpriestsrightbehindyouohmyohmy."

"What? What's behind me?" Crowley started to turn.

"Don't! I just told you don't!" The demon stopped midway and looked back to Aziraphale questioningly.

"You said it along with a bunch of other words. What is behind me?"

"Priests," the other being had all be hissed. "Keep your voice down."

"Okaaaaay."

"Don't look, don't breathe."

"That's rather dramatic…"

"Just…"

"I don't see the cause for alarm, angel. I don't look like a demon to them; I look like an unemployed delinquent that is part of a band that plays crappy gigs at dives on Thursday nights." He tilted his head to the right. "Maybe Tuesdays with the sunglasses."

"It's just - ". His eyes were doing the half panic thing again and Crowley was reminded of all the other random behavior he had been displaying over the last week.

"Priests have to eat sushi too. There's not a new commandment against fish intake, is there?"

"No, of course not."

"Well then…" Crowley's head tilted back where it was before. "I think they are decent enough to eat a few tables away from us - or however far they are, since I can't see."

"Yes, of course." Aziraphale's voice had turned that weird steady tone from the walk. As if he was trying to convince himself of the words he was saying. "Nothing wrong."

"We have drank at the bar with a demon hunter in the 17th century and you bought her damn drinks, you do remember that, don't you?" Crowley did. He had been pissed at their company at first but when the woman had pulled out three bulbs of garlic from her hat, he had calmed down a tad and had far less concern for his safety at the time.

"Yes…" Aziraphale replied back quietly.

"So...relax, yeah?"

"Yes. Relax." Aziraphale placed a hand on the table and stared at it, as his hand was the one accompanying him to dinner. "Crowley?"

"Hmm?"

"Have you been to any churches lately?" He managed to ask in the most posed conversational tone yet, with minimal eyebrow movement.

"What!?"

"Never mind. Oh look, drinks!"

Indeed, the waiter had swiftly come back with a carefully balanced tray of various glasses. She placed the old fashioned in front of Aziraphale and a glass with some sort of white blended drink in front of Crowley. He wiggled his nose at the edge of the glass before taking a large, inelegant gulp.

At least compared to the angel, who was sipping his drink with a pinky up. His eyes widened as the liquid burned down his throat. "Refreshing, wouldn't you say?"

Crowley jerked his head a bit as he brought his glass back up to his lips. "What's this about churches? Anything to do with your sudden intense fear of priests?" He finally said after another sip, waving his glass in a circular motion. "Late night water runs?"

"Nooooooo." Aziraphale seems more confident now with his few sips of alcohol, per usual. His mouth fell into an easy smile as he finally looked away from his hand to Crowley. "Must you focus so much on it?"

"Yes because you don't like being barefoot."

"What does that have to do with…."

"Excuse me?" An older man with a roman collar and well pressed black suit had nervously walked over to Aziraphale's left side from behind and now was hovering near his shoulder. He started reaching into his suit pocket when the angel aggressively shifted his chair away from the stranger.

"Yes, we do mind. You will not harm my friend!" He stood up, in a theatrical fashion that an instance of a life threatening situation would have been rather heart-warming. There was a faint glow of light on the being's back as his wings threatened to open wide. "Your narrow views on-"

"Angel…" Crowley said quickly, his eyes behind his glasses looking between the priest and the angel utterly puzzled.

The human man's hand had not stopped, despite the order. His hand had resurfaced with a smartphone in it. The man still was looking at Aziraphale, a soft look in his eyes. "I have no trouble with your lifestyle, son. I was just going to ask if you could take a picture of my brothers and I." His voice had a thick Southern American accent that seemed too typical. "I'm horrible with this slick thing. I can find someone else however-"

"I can take it." Crowley set down his drink and extended his now free hand open palmed and towards the holy man. "No worries." He glanced at Aziraphale in question but the angel had sat back down and was starting at his drink as if it was the only thing in the room that mattered.

The phone felt itchy in his hand when the man handed it over. Holiness tended to do that. But the demon went over to the table of holy men and took a few pictures. It had been a large table of seven human men, all wearing roman collars. Crowley had just nodded when he handed the phone back, trying his best to avoid skin to skin contact. "Peace be with you." The table of men had murmured in thanks.

"And also with you." Crowley had breathed in the lowest of voices. His throat felt tight as he whispered the words. He rubbed it as he headed back to his table. As he walked, he took note of his friend's appearance. His old fashioned drink was empty and Aziraphale was sitting in a stiff proper way, his hands gathered and rested directly in front of him. He was looking down at them. He was the very image of shame.

"Angel," Crowley's voice was soft as he sat back down. He placed his hands on the table, across from Aziraphale's. His fingers barely reached out for the other being's hands. They were centimeters away but the demon did not dare touch the distressed angel. "Angel, please say something."

"I saw you die."

"What?"

"I….I saw them take you away screaming and you," Aziraphale looked up and Crowley was not surprised by how watery his eyes looked, "you melted away!"

AN: This is horrible but I'm still going….ok maybe not horrible.

I've been writing in this new, carefree way with this fic - I'm normally more….strict I would say. Or take more time with scenes but it's been more fun for me as a writer this new way so far but part of me feels guilty for the fun if that makes any sense - either way thanks for coming along on the ride.