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“Do you like to watch any holiday films?” Aziraphale asked, rifling through the latest box they’d unloaded from the Bentley. It was snowing ever so slightly outside, light drifting flakes. Just the sort of weather for curling up on the sofa and taking advantage of the gigantic television that Crowley had installed in his “home theatre.”
“Hmm?” Apparently having missed most of the question, Crowley looked up from examining his deluxe James Bond box set.
“Holiday films. Do you like them?”
A little frown tugged at Crowley’s expression. “Films about going on holiday?”
“No, films about human holidays.”
“Ohh.” Crowley brightened. “Yeah, absolutely. There’s loads of old spooky films. Some pretty great new ones, too, but I really like the black and white ones with like, Vincent Price. More atmosphere. Have you seen House on Haunted Hill?”
Aziraphale simply stared at him. In some ways, Crowley was awfully smart. At other times, he could be really quite dense.
“Wot?” Crowley finally asked, as if he had no idea why Aziraphale was not overwhelmed with excitement for atmospheric old horror films.
“It is currently snowing,” Aziraphale said in a tone of exaggerated patience. “I’d like to watch films with snow and sleigh bells and such, not pumpkins and skeletons.”
“Oh! Right.” A devilish grin came onto Crowley’s face, and he scrambled to his feet. He peered at the boxes, popped some open, shuffled through them. “Hah! Here they are. I’ve got loads of wintery holiday films.”
“Ah! Excellent.” That was rather a relief. Aziraphale moved the current box of strange old science fiction films to the side, clearing space for Crowley to put the box of holiday films between them on the floor. “Do you have a favorite?”
“Nnnh, hard to say. I like a lot of different ones.” Crowley settled in, sitting cross legged, and dug into the box. “This is a contender, though. Bloody brilliant.”
Aziraphale had been expecting some sort of classic Christmas film, perhaps. Or even a Hallmark movie. No matter what Crowley said about being a demon, blah blah etcetera, he did quite enjoy sappy films at times.
What Aziraphale did not expect was to be handed something called Snowmageddon.
He looked at Crowley. Crowley smiled eagerly. Aziraphale looked at the DVD case again, studying the cover.
“Is that a volcano?” he finally asked, unable to think of anything else to say.
“Yeah!” Crowley was grinning even more widely now. He still appeared entirely earnest. “It’s brilliant stuff. See, this kid gets an evil snow globe with his town inside. And it activates the volcano, plus a bunch of other destructive stuff.”
Aziraphale went back to staring at him. “Why.”
“Er.” Frowning a little, Crowley took the film back and studied it. “I dunno, exactly. I don’t think it ever got explained. But it’s terrific fun.”
“Hmm. That sounds… interesting.” Aziraphale patted Crowley’s arm, indulgent. He did adore his demon, questionable taste in films aside. “What other ones do you have?”
“Uh, let’s see.” Crowley pulled out a stack of films. None of them looked like very classic—or classy—films. “We’ve got Ice Road Terror, Icetastrophe, Santa Jaws…”
“Crowley,” Aziraphale interrupted.
“Yeah?”
Aziraphale took a deep breath, gathering his patience. “Do you have any holiday films that would not graciously be described as ‘low budget’?”
“You don’t wanna watch my Christmas B-movies?” Crowley gave a little pout and pleading eyes. He only made such an expression on rare occasions, and it was nearly enough to make Aziraphale agree to absolutely anything.
Nearly enough. “I suppose I am willing to watch them if you like, yes, but I would also like to see something a bit more… classic holiday cheer.”
“Snowmageddon has classic holiday cheer,” Crowley protested. “It’s got a happy ending.”
“That’s very nice, dear boy, but really.”
“Okay, okay. Here’s something with loads of classic holiday cheer.” Lips pursed, Crowley dug in the box. He held up something with skeletons and pumpkins on the cover.
Aziraphale blinked. “Nightmare Before Christmas? Crowley, you really are quite insufferable.”
“Nuh, I think you’ll really like this one!” Crowley waved it at him, and Aziraphale reluctantly took it. “And, er. If you want, I do also have a few more mainstream holiday films. We could do a double feature with this and White Christmas or something.”
“Ah! That is indeed more like it.” Aziraphale leaned over to kiss Crowley’s cheek, then caught his hand and pulled him over to the big red sofa in front of the huge telly. “If you can find another real holiday film in your stash, I’ll even happily watch Snowmageddon with you.”
“Oy, Snowmageddon is a real holiday film!”