A/N: Happy New Year! Guten Rutsch!
"My turn", said Crowley, rubbing his hands together with a malicious grin.
"Very well", said Aziraphale.
Crowley reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a colourful prospect titled World's Best Waterslides, which he handed to Aziraphale with a flourish. The angel flicked through it and slightly paled.
"We don't have to do all of them", said Crowley. "I've narrowed it down to five I absolutely want to go to."
"I'd rather not, my dear", said Aziraphale.
"Too bad", smirked Crowley. "We'll start with the Super S Slide in South Korea."
"If we must", acquiesced Aziraphale with a sigh and succumbed to his fate. "I'll book the flights then, shall I?"
"You do that. Oh, and angel?", said Crowley innocently.
"Yes, Crowley?"
"Swimwear must be no older than ten years."
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"Who-eee!", exclaimed Aziraphale excitedly, when he scrambled out of the pool on wobbly legs. He wiped a few drenched and thoroughly mussed curls out of his beaming face. "Whew. I must say, I didn't think it would be this much fun! Let's do it again!"
He turned back to Crowley, who was faintly green in the face and had only just clambered out of the inflatable ring they had ridden in.
"I think I'll pass", he muttered. "I'm currently questioning my life choices."
"We're still going to go to that Cobra one in Turkey though, aren't we?"