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“Hey Crowley?” Aziraphale called from where he was lounging on the couch in their apartment above the bookshop
“Yes, Angel?” Crowley looked up lazily from where he was beside the record player, currently playing one of Aziraphale’s ‘new age’ vinyls
It was a recording of Beethoven's 5th
“Do you remember that little man we helped out back in London? That playwright?” Aziraphale asked as he set down his book
“Hmm.. yes, yes right. The Shakespeare guy. Tell you what, his plays were awfully boring but the man certainly knew how to Wright insults. That was good work, I'll tell you, writing insults like that” His husband nodded
“Well” Aziraphale starts as he sits up “that theater troupe my ‘grandfather’ helped set up” He gave him a suspiciously cheeky wink “is holding some sort of festival for him”
“Ahh” Crowley could see where this was going, and already had his phone out to buy the tickets “When?”
“This weekend” Aziraphale sets his book down on the end table “I thought you and i might-”
“Look at that. There performing Romeo and Juliet too” Crowley cuts him off “a modern twist on the classic tale” He reads off his phone “Featuring songs by Queen”
Of course, Aziraphale already knew that. It had been his idea to have the event in the first place. All he had to do was plant a few seeds in a directors brain and bing- Anniversary date planned.
“I suppose it doesn't sound too bad” Crowley says, trying to sound as if he wasn’t all that interested, though he had already bought the tickets and was currently picking out his outfit in his head
“It’s a date then” Aziraphale said, giggling inside at the thought, despite the two of them having been married for years now
“It's just not where i thought it would be, that's all” crowley muttered as he opened the car door for his better half.
When Aziraphale had mentioned helping found a theater troupe some time ago he had imagined a little hole in the wall place with charm and a dedicated few members. What Crowley was not expecting was the elegant theater that stood before them. The Building was grandiose, at least two floors with a faux-Marble exterior and large steps leading up to the ticket boxes.
There were crowds of people lined up at the doors, their conversation buzzing quietly from the queue.
“They have done quite well, Haven’t they?” Aziraphale Practically beams as they walk across the street towards the theater. “The building is new, of course. When i was directing we were still performing in parks and outdoor stages”
Crowley knew that, of course. Though he’d never admit it when asked, he had gone to every one of those early shows. He just Adored the look on Aziraphale’s face when he saw all his hard work pay off.
He just didn’t expect them to do This well
“Course, Angel” He nods, placing a hand gently on his husbands back as he guides him to the box office, reaching to pull his phone out of his pocket to show the man
“Oh we don't need that dear” Aziraphale waved his hand away “I have a box”
“Oh” Crowley shuffles behind him awkwardly as the two pass through the doors, the Box office attendant smiling and nodding as Aziraphale passes “I thought you hadn’t been here recently”
Aziraphale smiles sheepishly as he leads Crowley up the stairs “Well, yes, but I like to support the place. Half the time i just send my people out to attend for me”
It was true. Shadwell had been to quite a few plays now with Tracy on their ‘date nights’. It was one of the perks of working for that Southern Pansy.
“Ahh” Crowley nods “I suppose that's nice. Good thing, supporting the locals” He gives Aziraphale a smile as the two of them start up a curtained staircase to a small private box with four seats
“Yes well I try” Aziraphale smiles as he sits down, looking down at the stage happily “Oh doesn’t the set look lovely? Much better then anything i’ve put together
“Yes yes” Crowley nodded, more focused on his angel then the stage “It is lovely”
He slid into the seat beside Aziraphale, taking his hand in his gently
“It’s quite romantic” Aziraphale smiles and looks over at the Demon
“Thank you for coming,” Aziraphale says softly
“Anything for you Angel” Crowley mutters, the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.