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He strolled in about half an hour ago, his partner following him a few minutes later. He had a presence that immediately gravitated eyes toward him, including your own. His all-black outfit and sunglasses kept your attention on him as he sat down at the bar and ordered a drink.

The other man answered him, but he seemed more socially aware as he talked at a lower volume. He wore all white, which was somewhat a comical contrast to the other. Did they do this on purpose? You snorted at the thought of them coordinating their outfits in the morning.

Grabbing your drink to take a sip from it, you looked over the edge of the glass keeping your eyes on the man. They kept on talking more quietly so you didn't hear the conversation.

Sighing to yourself you put down the glass, now empty. Well, I better get another one. You stood up, the chair sliding on the ground. A few heads turned toward you, but you paid no mind to them, your eyes fixed on only one man. You didn't understand why you were so fascinated with him. Surely, he wasn't anything special.

Slowly you walk over to the bar where they're sitting and try not to look like you're eavesdropping. You ask for another drink.

"Another one, please" your voice catches his attention and he very slightly turns his body toward you. It would be unnoticeable to most people, but you're watching him especially closely. Swallowing hard, you feel his attention on you, but you try to not give any sign of it. You shift under his fierce eyes.

"Crowley!" his friend calls out to him, making him avert his eyes from you. You let out a small sigh and your shoulders relax. You didn't even notice you were tense. The bartender places your drink in front of you and you lift it to your lips.

"What, angel?" he answers, sounding annoyed. You choke on the liquid. Angel? Oh. So they are a couple. You try to cover your mistake by turning away and quickly exiting the situation, but you're stopped by a voice.

"Excuse me, you-?" white outfit started, but the other cut in.

"Now listen here, you little shit!" your eyes widen as you turn back to them.

"I beg your pardon?" your voice comes out an octave higher than it would normally.

"You can beg all you want" your hold loosened on the glass, mind suddenly empty. He stands up and towers over you "Were you eavesdropping?" he quickly gets to the point, clearly not wanting to waste time.

"No?!" it came out as more of a question than a statement. Curse you for not being able to lie well.

"You know that lying is a sin, right?" his face comes even closer, forcing you to lean back a little.

"Yeah, I don't really care what they think of me up there" shaking your head you briefly look up at the ceiling to signal who you're talking about. This earned a smirk from him as if you said something funny. His partner, whom you had actually forgotten about, appears over his shoulder.

"It is really impolite to listen in to other people's conversations" he explained as if you were a child.

"I know, but I have ears and I was standing right next to you" shedding light on the situation, you gesture with your hands.

"That's no excuse" he shakes his head.

you wanted to look into his eyes but the sunglasses were hiding them.

"I understand it was a private conversation, but you weren't exactly talking quietly"

"I know that in your situation you have to be private, but I think you should get better at that"

"Our situation? Wha-?" angel furrowed his eyebrows.

"Okay, that's it" Crowley grabs your arm and drags you out of the dimly lit bar. His partner takes the drink out of your hand when you pass him by. You walk through a door on the side which leads to an empty corridor. Red lights illuminate the space, but you don't have time to look around before you're pushed against the wall, two hands holding the collar of your shirt. The face of the owner of those hands comes super close to yours, your noses almost touching.

"So do you wanna talk or do I have to make you?"

"Talk? About what?" you want to look into his eyes, but the sunglasses are covering them.

"Don't act dumb with me" he frowns.

"I'm not-" you start to disagree with him, but he cuts you off.

"Listen here, I'm not a good man" his hands move to rest on either side of your head, completely caging you in.

"Does the outfit supposed to convey that?" your eyes travel from head to toe, clearly finding amusement in the situation somehow.

"What?" he is taken aback by this. No one has ever made a comment about his clothes to his face before.

"The black clothes and sunglasses really give off a mysterious vibe" you slightly chuckle, but it is only a distraction from your small blush.

"So you think I'm mysterious?" tilting his head, he leans even closer.

"I'm glad you got the point" your sarcasm is clear as day, spiced with a hint of a smile on your lips. Crowley gets lost in the tense air between you two and the silence stretches long before you break it as you slowly come to your senses.

"Shouldn't you get back?" you clear your throat, suddenly remembering his angel back at the bar.

"Why should I?" he looks puzzled like he really doesn't understand your question.

"Don't you have someone waiting for you?" you narrow your eyes at him.

"Oh, Aziraphale? He'll be fine" you finally learn his name, but you don't get the nonchalance he displays.

"Your boyfriend will be fine with you being this close to me?" doubt makes you raise your eyebrows.

"Boyfriend?" his voice is a few octaves higher than you've heard so far. It makes you think that you've made a mistake. He narrowly backs off, but still doesn't move his hands.

"Yeah" you nod, trying to look into his eyes through the glasses. How does he see with those things on?

"He is not my boyfriend! He is not even a friend!"

"Sorry, but I don't believe that"

"You don't belie-" he gasps in disbelief, his hands sliding off the wall as he fully stands "What do you mean you don't believe it?"

"Well, you called him angel" he just stares at you, dumbfounded at the accusation of him loving Aziraphale like that.

"Because he is one!" his voice is still high-pitched.

"Yeah, to you!" you raise your voice as well, filling the dim red air around you. He opens his mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. Suddenly he grabs ahold of your waist and pulls your body flush against his. A yelp escapes you as you crash into him, the hasty movement catching you off guard. His face is all you can see because of his closeness.

"Stupid human" he mumbles into your lips before pressing his on yours. It comes as a wave of fresh air, his arms anchoring you down among the whirlwind that is his kiss. His lips are searing as they move against yours. After a while you have to break away from him, his intensity starting to overwhelm you.

You need a few seconds to get yourself together so you keep your eyes closed. They only open when you feel his hands leave your hips, but when they do you are left absolutely stunned. He is gone. You look around frantically trying to find him, but he is nowhere to be seen.

"Crowley?" you call out to him, but there is no answer.

Going back to the bar is your last option, but upon walking in you find it void of his powerful presence.