"You mean I'm going to drink wine? But I've done that before!"
"Not so much."
"What?"
"I found the cellar. Your Boss has more wine then I ever have seen in my life! C'mon, I'll show you."
The angel followed Crowley, still holding the wine bottle in his hand. When he passed a table he put it down. He didn't understand how Crowley could find the way around the house so fast, but soon they were standing in front of a big door. Crowley pushed the handle down and started to walk down the stairs.
"Uh . . Crowley, you know I cant se in the dark . . at least not as good as you . ."
An amused laugh was heard and torches appeared on the walls. Crowleys yellow eyes glowed in the light as they watched the angel step in trough the door.
"Hurry up, you lazy white wing!" the demon said and moved down the stairs.
Aziraphale smiled. Crowley was in an unusual good mood. The demon planed something. He just didn't get what it was. They continued down the stairs, which moved downwards in a spiral. Aziraphale was starting to feel sick when they reached the bottom. He didn't like the thought of walking all the way up again, but it was a little late to think about that now.
Crowley was right, the cellar was huge.
"I think it's bigger then the house", Crowley told him. "At least it looks like that."
Aziraphale nodded. They were standing in a big room. All around the wall barrels were piled up. According to Crowley, all of them were full of wine.
"I'm not going to drink all this", Aziraphale told the demon sharply.
The demon looked around.
"No . . ", he said. "But you'll drink some of it! We had a deal!"
"No, we hadn't."
"Does it matter? Let's get started."
Crowley grinned and his yellow eyes sparkled with excitement. He waved his hand and two armchairs appeared out of nowhere. After them came a table. Then he waved at the barrels and one of them turned into bottles. All the bottles moved themselves to the table, were they were accompanied by two wineglasses. Aziraphale sighted and slumped himself down into one of the chairs. Crowley smiled at the sight.
"I didn't know angels could slump down into things", he said with an amused grin.
Aziraphale didn't answer.
"You don't want to do this?" the demon asked carefully. "We can stop now if you want to."
"It's not that", Aziraphale sighted. "I just don't want to get into trouble."
"Alright, if anything unsuspected will happen I'll take the full responsibility. Anyway, I think God planed this, why would he leave an empty note if he wanted us to do something else then enjoying ourselves?"
"I don't know", the angel told him. "But it sounds right." He grinned at the demon. "Let's get started then. And no cheating!"
The demon laughed and sat down in the other chair before he opened the first bottle and filled Aziraphales glass. The angel lifted it up and took a sip of the wine.
"Tastes great", he told the demon. He took another sip, then a mouthful. "It's a really great wine."
Crowley tasted it and smiled against the angel. "You're right; it's a really nice one."
"I wonder where God got that from", the angel said with a curious look in his face. "It tastes like Babylon wine."
"Yes. I thought I'd remember the taste", Crowley said. "It's ages since I drank it last time."
"I remember that time. You drank until you passed out. And I had to carry you home."
"Oh. Explains why I don't remember it."
Aziraphale pored himself another glass and smiled once more at the demon.
"This is really strong", he said and tried to focus on the demon. "I'm already drunk."
"Already?" Crowley looked surprised. "How did you manage to do that?"
"Don't ask me, blame the wine."
Aziraphale knocked back his glass and instead of filling it up he took a sip right out of the bottle.
"Hey!" Crowley protested. "I want some to!"
"Take a bottle of your own then", the angel muttered and took a steady grip around "his" bottle. The demon shook his head and reached for another bottle.
'' '' '' '' '' '' '' '' '' '' '' '' '' '' ''
"You're a nosy demon, you know that?" Aziraphale told Crowley. The angel was no longer sitting in the armchair. He was lying on the floor with an empty wine bottle in his hand.
"And why am I that, angel?"
"Because I don't think God told you were he kept his wine."
"No he didn't, I found it all by myself!" the demon said proudly and slid even lower in the armchair. With a thud he landed on the floor next to Aziraphale. "You've got some more wine?"
"No. All the bottles you made are empty."
"Should I make some more bottles?"
"No, thanks, I don't want any more."
The demon peered at the angel above his sunglasses.
"How much have you been drinking by now?"
"Don't know, to much I guess."
"Probably, you look sick."
"I FEEL sick."
"Good."
"Good?"
"Yes, because if you can feel things like that you haven't Fell yet."
"Eh . . you told me I would not Fall."
"I wasn't sure, who do you think I am? God?"
The demon laughed.
"That wasn't funny."
"I thought it was. C'mon, get up from the floor and get sober. It's time to something else."
The angel whimpered and slowly got to his feet. He was very unsteady and suddenly he tipped over, landing on Crowley.
"Ouch!" the demon exclaimed. "You're heavy."
Aziraphale blinked a couple of times and it took his drunken brain a second to understand that he was lying in Crowleys lap. The demon seemed to realise the same thing.
"Sorry", the angel mumble and got to his feet one more time, making himself sober in the same second. Crowley was sitting on the floor, looking miserable for a moment, then snapped his fingers and smiled.
"So, what's next?" he asked the angel, how reached him a hand to help him to his feet. "What do you think about Sloth? You've already fixed Gluttony and Greed, so I think this will fit quite well."
"When was I Greedy?"
"You didn't want to share the wine with me, for example."
"Oh . ."
"Let's go. The stairs are waiting for us!"
"Shut up!"
Crowley smiled a wicked grin against the angel.
"One day I'll do that, but it's not today."
Authors note: I know it's not so funny, but it's hard to write about the same thing twice. And I don't know how fun you can make Sloth anyway. Any ideas? If you have, please share them with me. And one more thing, please don't care about my grammatik, I already know that it sucks.
Miriam.