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Listen, the great 'Celestial War,' wasn't even a big deal. Lucifer suggested coffee, of all things, to keep spirits up. Gabriel had none of it, of course, because angels are 'ethereal and perfect' and shit like that.
But then the printer malfunctions, and well...hell quite literally breaks loose.
Why is this important? Will Crowley really loves his coffee, a nice simple cup of dark coffee, so of course he had to ''fight'' on Lucifer's side. That however is besides the point.
Crowley has taken it upon himself to open a coffee shop; its conveniently close to a local university, and around the corner from some club. If he used it as a means to encourage students to pull all nighters instead of sleep, to go drink instead of studying, well it's the college life right?
See the point is across the street is a bookshop. Not that this would matter but the bookshop is owned by Aziraphale. Longtime friend, and great enemy to coffee. If Crowley happened to pick this location to tempt the angel into trying the damned stuff there really is no way of proving this.
Could you blame him? His angel refused to try coffee, but would complain about his late nights and lack of energy. Aziraphale would just scoff and say he wanted nothing to do with that 'devils juice.'
Today however, would be different. It was midterm season you see, and a number of students, particularly those studying history, began buggering Aziraphale for books. Being an angel, a great kind being, he would lend out his books. Most students returned them, others ...were a bit hard to contact once the book was due back. This led to a week full of emails, and phone calls, and Crowley had to hide how amused he was by it all. He was just waiting for the poor angel to crack.
The bell atop his shops entrance rings, and not to Crowley's surprise Aziraphale walks in. Crowley snickers, resting his chin over the counter.
"Angel, never thought I'd see you here."
"Yes, yes. Well, its just...you see-it's been a rather rough past few days and- Oh don't laugh at me! Crowley please, this is serious."
Crowley ignores him of course, laughing anyway. "You sure its not ineffable."
Aziraphale just sighs, eyeing the menu. "I love all creatures the Almighty creates. However my patience has proved weak and ..." Aziraphale looks away, fiddling with his hands.
"Tempt you to some devils juice then?" But Crowley already knows the answer, starting Aziraphale's latte.
"Not a word of this Crowley!" It doesn't take Crowley long to finish the coffee for Aziraphale, and he hands him some pastries for good measure.
"You'll find coffee was quite worth falling for angel." He grins, and aziraphale just tuts waving him off.
"Not a word!."
Crowley knows he'll be back again tomorrow.