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storypaint) wrote2010-01-19 09:32 am
storypaint) wrote2010-01-19 09:32 am
[Good Omens] The Devils Dance (Aziraphale/Crowley)
Title: The Devils Dance
Fandom: Good Omens
Length: 139 words
Prompt: 3-Sentence Fic-a-thon: Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, night on the town
Pairing: slight Aziraphale/Crowley
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "You want to do the Charleston in a gentleman's club?" Crowley asks in disbelief.
A night on the town has very different definitions for both of them-- Aziraphale would be content with a book and an evening in Starbucks, ordering tea every hour with consideration for the employees; whereas Crowley, well, might step into Starbucks for a morning chaser before going to bed.
"You want to do the Charleston in a gentleman's club?" Crowley asks in disbelief; Aziraphale is offering him a hand and a disarming smile, but Crowley still doesn't want to believe him.
"Is there a more appropriate place?" the angel says innocently, and Crowley wants to facepalm, but that always gets fingerprints on his sunglasses, and the gesture would be lost on Aziraphale, anyway, so he takes the proffered hand and gets to his feet, thinking that he will surely regret this, but what was a little more entropy in the world?
Fandom: Good Omens
Length: 139 words
Prompt: 3-Sentence Fic-a-thon: Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, night on the town
Pairing: slight Aziraphale/Crowley
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "You want to do the Charleston in a gentleman's club?" Crowley asks in disbelief.
A night on the town has very different definitions for both of them-- Aziraphale would be content with a book and an evening in Starbucks, ordering tea every hour with consideration for the employees; whereas Crowley, well, might step into Starbucks for a morning chaser before going to bed.
"You want to do the Charleston in a gentleman's club?" Crowley asks in disbelief; Aziraphale is offering him a hand and a disarming smile, but Crowley still doesn't want to believe him.
"Is there a more appropriate place?" the angel says innocently, and Crowley wants to facepalm, but that always gets fingerprints on his sunglasses, and the gesture would be lost on Aziraphale, anyway, so he takes the proffered hand and gets to his feet, thinking that he will surely regret this, but what was a little more entropy in the world?