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    Laudanum; who would have guessed that such a tiny bottle of the stuff was potent enough to make a demon go arse over tip?

    Aziraphale surely hadn’t (and neither had Crowley, apparently, else he would have dumped the drink into the nearest empty crypt instead of necking it like a shot and smashing the glass like a git) but, nevertheless, here they were, dealing with the effects of a rather egregious combination of alcohol and opium.


    What if Crowley hadn’t been summoned back down to hell at the end of The Resurrectionists minisode? Aziraphale would have taken care of an off his head on laudanum demon, that’s what.

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    Lurching to his feet, Crowley stumbles through his flat in the dark – tripping over empty whiskey bottles and clothes he’d stripped out of and never bothered to pick up again. Heart pounding, he throws open the door. And the bottom drops abruptly out from beneath him. It feels like falling all over again – except from so much higher up than he’d ever been the first time. This is worse. This is so much worse because it isn’t him. It’s Aziraphale.

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