Wot? You took my seat, didn't ya! So, here's where I sit, and guess, permanently! (Azi/Crow)

"Join me why don't you my dear Crowley, at the restaurant after noon for a drink, or few. "

Aziraphale wasn't really asking, now was he, rather tasking Crowley of what was needed of the demon. To join in this, somewhat of a dubious session. The drinks merely a cover for the offer to be made by the angel instead.

"Why Angel! I would be honoured to join in your company for an afternoon delight. And I am still talking about the drink or few, even if I am open to something more, perhaps joining your lovely self in the… eternal light?"

Euphemisms aside, Aziraphale was flushing full red as the straight up suggestion wasn't falling on ears dead. After all, the two had an arrangement of sorts, the benefits for them both shall we say exhilarating, never going more than a week to invoke the pact they had made so long ago.

Then again, it wasn't the actual reason behind this, request, making Aziraphale think of options for Crowley to gently down let… or perhaps, not?

"I, I actually have an ulterior motive for inviting you my sweetest. The reason being, um… well, I am meeting someone else there as I am in need to recruit them for this meet-up of the local shopkeepers."

"And?"

"Well, I um.. and not exactly on the best of terms with the one I've invited."

Oh, why was that?

The thoughts of something, not nice suddenly emerging, Crowley's expression sinking.

It was a let down for sure for Crowley having though he actually had the honour of basking in the light of the Angel in more ways than one. After all, they did have an agreement, and it had been a while since… well, the last time. But feeling a tad down of being used for some kind of scheme perhaps? Well, Crowley wasn't going to let his bad feelings show! After all, this game was all tag and pull! Saving face, right?!

"Oh? Well, then, guess I better show up! After all, cannot let you muddle through with anyone like that on your own! As who knows what those types just might concoct in their minds!"

Aziraphale had no idea what was on Crowley's mind at the moment, the jealous thoughts blocking all else without prejudice. Nothing new there either, but they did not own one another. Did they?

As Crowley got up to leave Aziraphale placed his hand on Crowley's shoulder, sending all kinds of nice and not nice chills down the poor demon's spine.

"Thank you dear, for having my back."

Recovering quickly, Crowley forced a smile on his lips. His tone impossibly sappy, sweet perhaps too. Wanting his words to sink in if nothing else did.

"Always, my sweet darling Angel, always!"

The restaurant was packed, a surprise for sure as the place was usually quiet, with just a few patrons split across the various tables. Each of them enjoying the peace of having a mid day dalliance in the shadows without watchful eyes. Yeah, yeah! We all knew what the bar was used for! A secret lovers meeting place where everything ever happening in there in the shadows would stay. Forever!

"Oh, look, there he is, right at our table!"

Crowley having spotted his rival. Not much there to look at for sure, leaving the demon wondering what his Angel found appealing in the human man anyway!

"Yes, well, guess we better get on schedule then."

Aziraphale seemed, nervous? At least that was what Crowley was sensing from the Angel. His Angel! And he was just about to let it show too for his competition. Not going to lose this fight easily. Pulling all the punches and all that for sure!

Aziraphale waved at the man already seated there, a sort of a smile on his face forming, ruffling Crowley's feathers further. The demon fully prepped for a fight!

There was one issue though as the two of them had approached the table. No chairs available! What a catastrophe! At least in Aziraphale's mind it was. Looking positively panicked as he did.

"There is only one seat."

But, for Crowley, not so much! Seeing this as an opportunity to really assert his dominance, to really show the opponent where he stood. And so.

"Not, going to be a problem."

The wide grin, showing much teeth, perhaps a tad too much while scaring the local man.

But that was the point! Crowley moved the chair, offering the seat for his Angel. Aziraphale taking it, but looking, well confused perhaps. But not for long, as Crowley, made his seat right on the lap of Aziraphale's. Leaving both other men gaping at him their mouths slightly ajar.

Alas, the demon wasn't fazed, rather enjoying the moment. Sitting comfortably on his Angel's lap. Something surely to grin about.

"Wot?"

"Um, you are sitting… on top of…?!"

The shopkeeper was a nodding and pointing at Crowley, the words failing him.

"Of course I am. You are in my seat!"

Yes, it was a simple answer, as never admitting defeat, the signs only reserved for the weak and meek and Crowley surely being neither. The shopkeeper swallowing his defeat rapidly, the fear present in his eyes and wasn't that just… nice!?

The wide grin on Crowley's face growing wider, impossibly so. As soon enough feeling the effects of his derrière grinding against his Angel's… more sensitive parts. Yeah, the demon had certainly won this round with Aziraphale's eyes growing large, his words getting stuck and yes, the shopkeeper most likely forgotten. Indeed, this was their bar, their table, their moment, all else around the Angel and his Demon fading fast…