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Aziraphale and Crowley were meeting for the upteenth time at the Ritz. It was at the same time as always- 9PM. Crowley insisted on it, though he would never say why.
It wasn’t until the Bentley played a particular Queen song that Aziraphale understood.
He must have heard this song dozens of times at this point, so he’s not sure why he picked up the lyrics this time.
“Dining at the Ritz, we’ll meet at nine precisely.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine o’clock.”
Aziraphale looked pointedly at the driving demon, who pretended he didn’t notice.
“Crowley, dear,” he asked. “Is this song the reason you always insist on making our reservation for nine?”
Crowley took his time to reply. He’s had a hyperfixation on Queen since the early 70’s when they were still known as Smile, and he was embarrassed by it.
The angel took his silence as confirmation of his theory.
“It is! Oh, Crowley, that’s sweet. I know how much you like this music.”