Chapter II
As they exited the bookshop, they made their way to an old black car, but not any old black car, a classic Bentley of the year 1926.
"I wonder what would the Bentley company do if they knew there's an 11 year old boy who's able of appearing them out of thin air." Said the angel as he made himself comfortable in the passengers seat.
"Knowing today's world... probably sue him or give him a job." Said the demos while he started the engine.
"Ok, Crowley, I just want you to know that I don't want to go asking the Anti-christ, I mean, Adam for another body, and I don't thing you feel like dumping your new Bentley, so if you would please drive carefully and," Aziraphale was interrupted by the sound of tires burning against the pavement when a car goes at 90 mph in downtown London, "drive between the speed limit!" He chose to close his eyes, and pray.
"Hey I'm just saving us sometime" Said Crowley with a smirk, "you need to relax a little, let's play some music.. I just hope I have something besides Queen..."
As soon as Crowley pushed the play button, after chosing Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker, they heard Freddy Mercury, but not as Queen.
"CROWLEY! You BLOODY TRAITOR! WE HAVE SEEN YouR BEHAVIOR, SPECIALLY WITH THAT FRIEND OF YOuRS, THAT BLOODY ANGEL, NOW You TuRN UP TO BE A FAG-"
"Why don't we better talk?" Crowley had blushed a little, but thanks to the shadow of the sunglasses, Aziraphale wasn't able to notice.
"Well, at least it wasn't Queen exactly." Said the angel, trying to relief his friend.
"Yeah right, thanks for noticing Mr. Brightside."
"Hey, don't take your anger on me, I'm just a passenger."
"You know, suddenly I don't feel like drinking in public."
"We can go to my book store, to the back room or to your place." As Aziraphale noticed the grin Crowley always wears before teasing him and bothering for his behaviour -saying he's is gay- Aziraphale quickly said. "Just to drink, Crowley! That you want for something else to happens doesn't mean that I do too, in case you haven't noticed I don't have your sexual orientation." Just as he finished the sentence he thought, Great, I messed up... here he comes...
"Right... right...," after a short pause he said what Aziraphale had thought, "faggot." And the demon started laughing carelessly.
After a 3 minutes ride that should have taken the best part of half an hour, they got to an immense and rustic building, with so many details that not even Aziraphale's angelic and book collector eyes could take all the details, in the lack of words, all he could do was to open his mouth in atonishment as he turned his head to examine the building up and down and left to right, he released a soft gasp. At this time, Crowley was standing next to him and said,
"You like this, don't you?"
There was something in the way he said it that made Aziraphale blush slightly, he couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with him, as the demon's every word sent a rush of blood to his face and a shiver down his spine. It was time to admit it. Ok, I have a problem... A real problem.
"It's just I have been through this street so many times, and I don't remember ever noticing such a... an... splendid building, it is so perfect, it still amazes me that mankind is capable of this kind of things."
As they entered they noticed the name of the establishment, 'His and his wine cellar', the first 'His' was written in golden letters and had white wings at each side, the second 'his' had a little red devilish tail and a gray wing on each side.
"I hate it, don't they know demon's wings are black? And look, the white one looks more groomed... as if." Said Crowley, keeping his' own wings right under his clothes.
"Well, what did you expect? They probably have never seen a real demon's wings," as he turned his gaze to his friends new grin wich was a mixture of revenge and joy he quiclky added, "and we better keep it like that, thank you."
"Excuse me gentlemen, can I help you?" Said a man who couldn't be over his 40's, maybe reaching to the 50's by the look of his hair, it was pale gray with black spots, he was dressed as a waiter, probably the atendant of the place.
"Oh, yes please, kind sir." This was the angel speaking, always properly and respectful.
"We are looking for the best red wine in the cellar, don't worry about the price." Tha demon didn't even bother to look at the man as he spoke, he was listening intently to some kind of background music he was quite familiar with.
Once the atendant reappeared after some quick 5 minutes --too fast for having to search the whole cellar—carrying 7 diferent bottles of wich seemed quite expensive wine.
"By the way, is that Freddy Mercury you are listening?" The angel seemed a little uncomfortable out of the blue.
"Oh yes, the best of Queen, there has never been a better album." After this sentence, the waiter noticed the man in the dark suit had lost a bit of his skin color.
"We'll take them all, thank you," Crowley started writing a check for the exact amount of money of the 7 bottles and gave it to the man. With that, he rushed out of the establishment, followed by a perturbed angel.
As the waiter heard tires screeching and the sound fading, he said in a quiet rough voice.
"Master, I have had the first encounter, it was them, undoubtedly."
"GOOD, NOW KEEP AN EYE ON THEM, DON'T LOOSE THEIR TRACK, UNLESS YOU WANT TO END AS LIGUR"
"Understood Master."
After that, the corpse of a man who couldn't be over his 40's and was maybe reaching his 50's was the only thing left in the empty piece of land.