Dancing
"Don't be ridiculous Aziraphale," teased Crowley. "Everyone knows Angels can't dance."
"That's not true. I can dance the gavotte," responded Aziraphale, as he tidied up a few messy shelves in his bookshop.
"So, you can do an outdated dance from the 1880s," said Crowley kicking his legs over the arm rest of the bookshop's battered old sofa, sitting in the peculiar way he always sat. "I'm impressed actually. Most angels can't even manage that."
"You're not much better, my dear," sighed Aziraphale. "I've seen you dance. Your style is certainly modern, but it leaves much to be desired." It was true. Crowley danced like a drunk giraffe, who was somehow also high on cocaine.
"More modern that yours that's for sure," said Crowley. "There's one old fashioned dance I always wanted to watch though."
"That being?"
"The waltz. Always thought it was a beautiful dance." The statement hangs in the air for just a second. Then Aziraphale speaks up.
"I know how to waltz. I'm not good at it but I do know the steps. I could teach you if you would like."
Crowley quickly agreed. Setting down the books he was holding, Aziraphale wandered over to the antique gramophone sitting in the corner. Pulling out a personal favourite record of his he set the spike down.
Soon melodious music was filling the room. It wasn't a complicated song, not really, being just a simple waltz but it was eerily beautiful none the less. Aziraphale offered out his hand.
"So, my dear, will you allow me to have this dance?" he asked.
"Most certainly," replied Crowley. "How do we start?"
"Well, we both put one hand on the other's hips, with the other being free to lead," explained Aziraphale, going to set up the starting stance. It's sort of like a box step. First we take a step forward and…"
Aziraphale went to demonstrate at the same time that Crowley took a similar step forward. They collided in the middle, Crowley damn near falling over as he lost his balance. It was only because Aziraphale hand on his hips that kept him standing.
"Sorry," mumbled Crowley.
"It's okay. I should have specified," reassured Aziraphale. "I'll step forward and you step back."
"Okay."
Aziraphale took the step and Crowley did the same. "Then to the left and backwards and right and so on."
The lilting music went on as they danced together in step. "I guess not all angels are bad at dancing after all," teased Crowley. Aziraphale frowned and lightly tapped him across the back of the head.
"You say that like you ever doubted me."