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‘No!’ said Aziraphale firmly, ‘Absolutely not. It is quite out of the question and, quite frankly I’m surprised that you would even suggest it.’
‘You’ll have fun angel!’ drawled Crowley, running his fingers languidly along the spines of the books on the shelf and setting Aziraphale’s nerves on edge as he did so.
The angel glared at him and pointedly straightened the books. ‘It won’t be ‘fun’ because I have absolutely no intention of going,’ he said, ‘I have already given you my answer.’
Crowley deliberately and slowly pushed one book half an inch out of line from the rest. ‘You are going angel.’
Aziraphale pointedly turned away to put the book back where it belonged, then spun round to face Crowley, drawing himself up a little taller to look down his nose at him. He straightened his waistcoat. ‘I’m afraid I shan’t.’
Crowley considered moving another book, but decided not to push his luck. He shrugged and played his trump card. ‘You will, because I’ve already promised Nina and Maggie that we will both go.’
‘Crowley!’
‘A promise is a promise angel.’ Crowley said, wagging a finger earnestly and arranging his features into the type of expression one might give a wayward child.
‘You have absolutely no business making promises on my behalf.’
‘You can’t let them down.’
He’d won, he knew it. Aziraphale’s face ran through several different emotions before settling on righteous indignation.
‘Well really!’ pouted the angel. ‘I do think that at the very least you might have consulted me first.’
‘Yeah, but I knew you’d say no,’ Crowley retorted, flopping down into a chair and sprawling across it untidily in a way that the angel found both irritating and alluring. ‘Much better this way. I get to manipulate you into going, Maggie and Nina get the benefit of your delectable company and we all have fun.’
Aziraphale glared at him. ‘If you knew that I would say no, then you had an absolute obligation to not commit me to something against my will!’ he said. ‘I’m very cross with you Crowley.’
Crowley smiled benevolently. ‘You’re missing the part where we all have fun! Come on angel, I know it’s not exactly your thing, but who would you rather spend a weekend with?’
‘Practically anybody.’ Aziraphale muttered darkly. ‘At this precise moment, I'm not certain that I even like you very much.’
‘Ah you do really angel!’ Crawley said voice full of justifiable (if arrogant) certainty. Beside, you like Maggie and Nina.’
‘Well, yes,’ Aziraphale conceded, unwilling to let his annoyance at Crowley spill over. ‘But even so. I think you have behaved in a terribly underhand way.’
‘Well obviously,’ Crowley grinned. ‘That’s the demonic modus operandi.’ He jumped up and made his way round behind Aziraphale. ‘I’ll make it up to you,’ he whispered seductively. ‘Promissse’.
The angel raised his eyebrows an infinitesimally small amount. ‘I should hope that you would.’
Crowley placed one hand on Aziraphale’s hip and caressed the angel’s waist.
‘Not now!’ Aziraphale interrupted him firmly. ‘I am still far too cross with you to even consider… well, that.’
‘Later then,’ said Crowley with a grin, utterly unperturbed by the rebuff. ‘Later I’ll make you …’
‘Well anyway!’ Aziraphale interjected hurriedly. ‘Why are Nina and Maggie so very keen for us to join them in any case?’
‘Maggie’s friend’s band is playing,’ said Crowley. ‘And Nina’s got a pitch for her van. She’ll be selling coffee and cake and stuff. Besides, who wouldn’t want to go to Glastonbury?’