Who: Crowley and Aziraphale What: Eating sushi. And Crowley'll probably get fussed at for one thing or another. When: Saturday evening. Where: A sushi bar. Rating: Eh. Probably not too bad. Maybe a bit of language.
Well, Crowley thought to himself as he sat at a table in the corner of the sushi place he'd found. If there's something to be thankfu- glad about here, it's the goo- decent sushi. And that the boss can't reach me. And really, to the demon that had his sunglasses on, even in the restaurant when it was growing dark outside, this was a pretty good thing indeed. It had been... Well, he was pretty sure that there had never been a time that the boss couldn't reach him. And before his current one he had to worry about Zira's boss butting in all the time. Ugh, it was a relief to not have to worry about that at all.
He had told the angel where the restaurant was, but there was no telling if he was going to stop by while he was there, so he wasn't focused on that (even though he had told him around what time he planned on eating, but that was neither here nor there). And he had long since put the things the kid had been messaging him with out of his head.
Instead, he just smirked as he watched what seemed to be your average, happy couple on the other side of the restaurant. He had a wife at home, and she was secretary. Crowley did love when humans took things into his own hands. It was a simple sin, but a sin none the less.