Aziraphale laughs. Of all the things for Crowley to say. "Oh, please. Like I'd waste a chance to sing with you on that." As for the rest of the question, he frowns in tipsy contemplation before shrugging and waving a hand. "Dunno. He blew something towards the end there." Heh. "Tell you what, I'll go put what I'm thinking in the queue and if you don't like it, I'll sing it by m'self."
And with that, he's up and heading over to the karaoke songbook, feeling eminently pleased with himself. Crowley does know the musical, but he doesn't suspect a thing. "You're the Top" is easy enough to find, which he selects with gusto. A chance to unabashedly compliment his best friend in song form. This is a brilliant idea.
...this is a terrible idea. A terrible, dangerous idea. A spanner thrown into a six thousand year old friendship that took a near Apocalypse for him to embrace. He should be happy with what he has with Crowley now, why does he feel compelled to mess with it? Does he want his friend to get embarrassed and make an excuse to run off, leaving him to sing torch songs for the rest of the night?
Oh, well. It's too late to turn back. He returns to their table and smiles meekly. "Should be our turn again, soon enough."
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Date: 2019-09-06 12:57 pm (UTC)And with that, he's up and heading over to the karaoke songbook, feeling eminently pleased with himself. Crowley does know the musical, but he doesn't suspect a thing. "You're the Top" is easy enough to find, which he selects with gusto. A chance to unabashedly compliment his best friend in song form. This is a brilliant idea.
...this is a terrible idea. A terrible, dangerous idea. A spanner thrown into a six thousand year old friendship that took a near Apocalypse for him to embrace. He should be happy with what he has with Crowley now, why does he feel compelled to mess with it? Does he want his friend to get embarrassed and make an excuse to run off, leaving him to sing torch songs for the rest of the night?
Oh, well. It's too late to turn back. He returns to their table and smiles meekly. "Should be our turn again, soon enough."