“Ah”, Crowley answered as he saw friend. Of course a bookstore in any Soho needed to have a backroom. It was essential for its existence. For the demon it really did seem like home. The angel could skip the quite: A bookstore was a bookstore. And Arziraphale in one was clearly like home. But he knew how peculiar Arziraphale was when it came to books.
“Yes, sometimes you just have to settle for the best you can get”, he answered thinking of the Bentley that stood out on the street but wasn't quite like his own. He placed the rum, scotch and whisky next to the already open one. “I see that you already started. Very wise, very wise.”