Who: Crowley and Aziraphale What: Skipping the post Speed Dating Party When: Friday night Where: Starting at the venue, then on to Crowley's flat Warnings: I feel like Crowley is his own warning
Having Anna and that weird calming presence as his last match of the night had been helpful. It was literally just 30 minutes of talking to people, there was no reason for Crowley to be as drained and as stressed as he was. And if he let himself think on it for too long, he knew why the night had worn him out so much and that's why he shouldn't be allowed to think on his own.
Grabbing his favorite angel (though Balthazar had been pleasant enough) and heading out of there was probably just as dangerous, but it was, as always, his first thought. As everyone else was starting to slip into party mode, Crowley made his way to Aziraphale's side. Which wasn't hard, given he'd been keeping an eye on him all night.
No, the irony wasn't lost on him.
Touching the angel's elbow lightly, he leaned in to speak softly. "Do you want to hang around here, after? I was planning on just heading back to my place. Popping open a bottle of wine. You could join me, if you wanted?"
It was about as polite as he got, and almost only ever for Aziraphale.