"Let's Misbehave" would require far more than the bottles of sake they've been sharing, although those lyrics are awfully appropriate, too. This is the trouble with musicals. They can be about all sorts of things, but the classics are always about love. Love that spills out between the lines of a well-crafted song.
In any event, Aziraphale is equally relieved to find that Crowley approves of the song choice. The angel proceeds to compliment his best friend with impunity. Ah, but he's not expecting the compliments to be returned so enthusiastically -- personalized, even! The crepe reference throws him off for a good half-second. Oh, Crowley is just messing around, he can't possibly mean all the things he's singing?
Can he?
They end the song to thunderous applause. Who knew that two middle-aged men singing Cole Porter would be so entertaining? The emcee can't hide his smile. Good for business, these two are. He signals the waiter to send another bottle of sake over to their table, on the house.
"So, ah..." Aziraphale feels a little at a loss for words, after that performance. He sits down and pours himself more sake without thinking, rosy-cheeked and soft-eyed. "Shall we go again? Would you like to pick the next song?"
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Date: 2019-09-06 02:16 pm (UTC)In any event, Aziraphale is equally relieved to find that Crowley approves of the song choice. The angel proceeds to compliment his best friend with impunity. Ah, but he's not expecting the compliments to be returned so enthusiastically -- personalized, even! The crepe reference throws him off for a good half-second. Oh, Crowley is just messing around, he can't possibly mean all the things he's singing?
Can he?
They end the song to thunderous applause. Who knew that two middle-aged men singing Cole Porter would be so entertaining? The emcee can't hide his smile. Good for business, these two are. He signals the waiter to send another bottle of sake over to their table, on the house.
"So, ah..." Aziraphale feels a little at a loss for words, after that performance. He sits down and pours himself more sake without thinking, rosy-cheeked and soft-eyed. "Shall we go again? Would you like to pick the next song?"