Fake Dating

The wedding had been at the forefront of Aziraphale's mind for quite a while. His older brother was getting married to his girlfriend of five years and Aziraphale had been invited, much to his dismay. Weddings were full of people and talking – simply put everything he despised. Aziraphale was fiercely introverted man at heart.

He was also currently single which wasn't that much of a problem in the grand scheme of things. However, his brother had made it clear that he was required to bring someone along as a plus one.

So, he eventually sucked it up and asked his co-worker - Anthony Crowley - to come with him. Crowley was onboard (mostly for the free food) and for the fun of tricking everyone into thinking they were together.

That was how he ended up at his brother's annoyingly perfect outdoor wedding, with his attractive co-worker in tow. The ceremony was dull and Aziraphale was terribly uncomfortable in his stiff grey suit. Crowley was as effortlessly suave as always with his neat black shirt and slacks.

After the ceremony was over, the reception began, which was an interesting experience. Aziraphale hadn't been that close to his family since the who being a homosexual debacle occurred. Most people were being somewhat civil but the whole thing had just put a massive divide between everyone in his family.

"I'm gonna grab up a drink," announced Crowley. "Do you want anything?"

"Just some champagne please," Aziraphale responded.

"Coming right up," he said with a wink, sauntering over to the bar. The one good thing about weddings is the open bar, he thought privately.

It was then that the last person he wanted to see, wandered up to him. His older brother, Gabriel. The groom. The man of the hour. And – in Aziraphale's opinion – a judgemental, ass kissing, douchebag. But hey, family is family. Blood is thicker than water. All that nonsense. Still a massive twat though.

"You've actually bought a date. Everyone's talking about it you know. I thought you were single again because your last boyfriend broke up with you. Back on the horse already?" he asked cheerfully. While his tone was light, Aziraphale could practically feel the snideness of the comment.

"Thanks for your concern Gabriel. And yes. Things didn't work out with Daniel, he had to move for work."

Gabriel gave him a look that was probably intended to be sympathetic, but just made him look like a condescending asshole. At that moment, Crowley came back, two flutes of champagne in hand. He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head.

"Everything okay here?" he asked stiffly.

"Yeah, we were just talking. Isn't that right Gabriel? And we were just about done."

Gabriel scowled and stormed off, likely going to bother someone else. "What was all that about?" asked Crowley.

"He's just being annoying. Don't worry about it. Apparently, everyone's talking about us. Why can't people just mind their own business," he rumbled, sipping at the champagne.

Crowley narrowed his eyes just a little. "How about we give them something to talk about?"

"Huh?"

"We could sneak away for a bit, somewhere in the garden. That would really get them talking."

Aziraphale was about to decline when he noticed his brother whispering to his now wife and sneaking glances at him. Suddenly tired of all his family's nonsense, he agreed. "Let's get out of here," he said, taking Crowley's hand.

And that's how the two of them ended up getting drunk in the garden just outside the wedding venue, and how Aziraphale ended up getting a much bigger crush on his co-worker.