"You're cheating!" the angel exclaimed.
"I'm not!"
They were drunk, very drunk. Crowley had found the cocktail cabinet on the third floor. It was looked, but they'd just removed the doors from it and voila a lot of alcohol, waiting for them. First they'd just been drinking slowly, talking about everything and nothing. After about a bottle they started to talk about their bosses. Crowley told Aziraphale about the time he'd seen Lucifer in the pink bikini and the angel laughed so bad he almost choked himself. When they got even drunker Aziraphale remembered the time when he graduated at the Sword training school and he and his classmates had been drunk for the first time. More bottles were opened and lots of stories told. After a while Aziraphale flung his arms out without any reason and hit the wine bottle that's was standing on the table. Crowley stopped it in the air and put it back on the table.
"You are!" Aziraphale told the armchair next to Crowley. Crowley sighted and leaned himself heavily against one of the arms on the chair forgetting that the chair never had any arms. The angel giggled cheerfully at the sight of the demon sprawled on the floor.
"Shut it!" Crowley hissed and with a snap of his fingers he removed the alcohol from his body. The snapping wasn't really necessary, but he did it anyway. Aziraphale giggled again and Crowley glared at him, witch made the angel tumble down on to the floor.
"That was fun!" he exclaimed with at happy grin in his face.
Crowley blinked slowly with his yellow snake eyes. Aziraphale was acting like a schoolgirl, all giggly and silly. He obviously had too much to drink. Or maybe this stuff was stronger then the one they had been drinking on Earth. Lucky bloody angel, it's not fare if they have better wine in Heaven.
"Aziraphale, get out of it", he told the angel. "Or I'll have to slap you again!"
The angel was sober enough to listen and with a light shiver he was back to normal.
"You're still cheating", he muttered.
"I'm a demon, what did you expect?"
Aziraphale muttered something and got to his feet.
"This isn't fun. I'm tired of being here without anything to do!"
"You're 'God' now, you can't just leave."
"Fuck of!" Aziraphale told the demon.
"That's the second time you tell me to do that in one day, you know."
"Don't care."
"You'll Fall if you continue like that."
"And? You've Fallen and now you can live life. It's boring to be an angel."
"I guess it is. So what you saying is that you want to Fall?" Crowley asked and started to pull in a lose thread on one of the sofa cushions.
"No."
"But you want to have some fun?"
"Precisely!"
"To have some fun you have to do things you're not allowed to do usually."
"Like what?"
The angel suddenly got a bad feeling in his stomach. He gave Crowley a frightened look. The demon now had a big heap of thread in his lap and on of the sofa cushions started to look strange.
"What about the Sins?"
"Break them? Oh no, no way!"
"Now you're boring, angel! I thought you wanted to have some fun?"
"I do."
"Then let's do this. I'll promise you, it'll be fun!"
"For you maybe it will, not for me."
""You're 'God' now; you can do whatever you want except leave Heaven."
"You got a point there", the angel said with a small smile.
Crowley nodded. Then he got to his feet, brushed the thread away and took the bottle from the table and gave it to Aziraphael.
"Let's begin with Gluttony!"
Authors note: This is not good. I hope you like it. I know it's not so funny, but it's not easy to write funny things in another language. Please tell me what you think anyway.
Miriam