Undercover

Being good-ish was exhausting. Crowley seriously needed a stiff drink. Or maybe a hundred. Too bad he couldn't say no to his Angel. Speaking of his Angel...
"What are you doing here?" he asked the bartender.
"Shhh," whispered Aziraphale. "I'm here undercover."
"Oh," Crowley replied. He had questions. Many questions.
"Another cocktail, sir?" Aziraphale turned to an older gentleman. He proceeded to pour liquids into the shaker and shake vigorously. Alcohol started flying everywhere. Aziraphale didn't seem to notice. He poured the rest into a glass. "Better than just stirring it, innit?"
Crowley sighed. A hundred might not be enough.