[Crowley is still in high spirits. Very high spirits. The homicidal angel he had been rooming with was gone, Crowley wagered for good, since he couldn't really sense him anymore. And the angel had been more of a pit bull guard dog than a roommate while he had been present.
On top of that, The Bentley, his Bentley was here. Shined up and waiting for him just down the street. It was a good week.
He pulled the door open for his angelic counterpart, and predictably, had two glasses in his other hand.]
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On top of that, The Bentley, his Bentley was here. Shined up and waiting for him just down the street. It was a good week.
He pulled the door open for his angelic counterpart, and predictably, had two glasses in his other hand.]
Hello, Aziraphale.