Disclaimer: I do not own any of this, the original story was created by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. Neither do I own this quote, but I love it, so here it goes, and curiously, it will also be my title.
"HAVE A NICE DOOMSDAY"
Chapter I
After the shoulld have been... started... never ended... so wasn't really... Appocalypse... a week later, in fact.
The blonde haired man with blue eyes and perfect manicured hands, was deeply immersed in a book with lively colors in it's cover; he was sitting behind his desk in a dark room at the back of his own bookshop, when the swift jingle of the doorbell in the entrance announced someone had just enterd, but the sound wasn't enough to extract the angel from the depths of his book.
The man closed the entrance door, and noticed he could use the back of the door as a mirror, a tall man, with dark hair, golden eyes with snakelike pupils hidden behind sunglasses, dressed in a black suit and wearing snake skin boots.
"Crowley, you are one sexy demon". He told himself.
As the demon, known as Crowley, began striding between shelves filled of antique and rare books searching for he owner of the store, the owner kept reading, without realizing that the man outside had started his way moving to the door that lead to the back room.
As a demon, Crowley loves mischief, so he would try to scare the hell out of the angel, ironically, as you can't scare the hell out of an angel.
He tried the doorknob, but the door had been locked... Damn, what can he be doing in there? Maybe he's got a partner... will that be a he or a she?... well, better find out. As he thought of the last part, he disappeared the door without any noise and burst into the room yelling
"Am I interrupting something I shouldn't see?"
The angel jumped with the noise and fell backwards, leaving the book on the desk. As Crowley started walking towards the book, the angel dashed and took it first, his face slightly blushed.
"What were you reading that I'm not allowed to see?" Asked the demon, clearly offended.
"As you've inquired yourself... it's none of your business." Said the angel as he fixed his glasses, wich had broken with the fall.
"What is there of interesting with 'Biggles goes to Jupiter'?" The demon couldn't suppres a smirk,
"Hey! Not fair to read through!"
"There was no need, are holding the book with it's front cover at me." Now he was laughing, there was nothing he enjoyed most than bugging his good friend.
"Anyway... is there anything I can do for you?" Asked the angel as he lead the way to the counter of the shop.
"Well, it's just that the week before last, we met everyday and last week, we never talked to each other..." Crowley wasn't looking at his friend as he spoke.
"Aw... You miss me?" Finally it was the angel's chance to tease the demon.
"You wish, Aziraphale, but I'm bored and I need to have some fun... wanna go for a drink? Or two?"
"You think it's okay for a demon to tempt an angel?"
Crowley didn't answered, he just lowered his sunglasses a little and gave an innocent glance at the angel.
"Ok. But just a few, I don't want to get drunk as it always happens when we drink together."
"Hey, if not, what would be the benefit of having the ability to sober up?"