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It's the 24th chapter... yay... lol

Okay so Here's a holiday special because 24 means Christmas

And no this is not a Christmas special I just need an excuse

WARNING: Y'all are in for a wild ride

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"Happy Aziraphale day," Crowley smiled, leaning against the bookstore counter.

"I'm sorry, what?" Aziraphale snorted, looking down at him incredulously.

"Azuriphale day," the demon repeated.

"Oh," he frowned. "What's Aziraphale day?"

"Well, it's a day where I appreciate you and shit," Crowley shrugged. "That's why it's called Asuriphale day. Because it's all about Asurifale."

"I think you're pronouncing my name wrong," Aziraphale interjected.

"Asuifel? No way, I wouldn't pronounce asufil wrong!" He said, straightening his back and walking around the counter. "I memorized that name. Asjflaidj. Yep. That's your name."

"That sounds like you just key sm-"

"LET'S GO!" Crowley yelled, pushing him towards the door.

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"So! What so you want to do?" Crowley asked, walking next to him through the park.

"You seem awfully excited..." Aziraphale said, linking his arm through Crowley's.

"You deserve this," he smiled. "And I took some drugs."

"Wait, what!?"

"I looked up some... tugs..." Crowley grinned nervously, walking a bit faster.

"Oh, whatever..." he sighed, taking his other hand to brb the bridge of his nose. "I want to have a nice cup of tea."

"Sure thing," the demon nodded, miracling them both to a small tea shop in new york.

"Where do we ask for a table?" Aziraphale asked, looking around.

"We just sit," Crowley snickered, pulling him into a booth. "It isn't that fancy. But they've got nice chamomile tea, so I thought we'd come. Pffft. Come. Get it?"

"That's quite enough, Crowley," he grumbled, narrowing his blue eyes. "Stop with the sexual jokes while you're ahead. You've only made one. Let's keep it that way."

"Fine," he hissed, slouching back.

The waitress walked to their table, holding menus and a notepad. "Hi! Will you be needing a menu today?"

"No. We just want tea," said Crowley, not even sparing her a glance.

"What kind?" She smiled.

"Chamomile, please, no milk," Aziraphale said kindly. "Lots of sugar in mine, none in his."

"Okay," she said, clapping her hands together twice.

Two cups appeared on the table at that instant, leaving a surprised look on Aziraphale's face. "Wait, how did you do that?"

"Do what?" The waitress asked, pursing her glossed lips.

"Make the tea appear," he said.

"Same way you do it," She laughed, folding her notepad and placing it in her apron. "Holler if you need anything else, okay?"

"Crowley, did you see that?" Aziraphale asked when she left.

"Yeah, I did, why?" Crowley asked, leaning on the table.

"Why!? What kind of question is that!? It looked like she just... just miracled our tea!" He said loudly, and then after getting weird glances from other diners, he lowered his voice just above a whisper. "I know she's not an angel, and I couldn't sense any demonic energy around her."

Crowley blinked one eye after the other, and then stared blankly at Aziraphale. "Angel."

"What?" Aziraphale growled, getting very annoyed.

"I love you," he said.

"Wh-I... what!?" Aziraphale blushed bright red.

Crowley started laughing. "Just kidding!"

"Stop taking drugs!" The angel rubbed his face with his hands, deciding to bring the waitress up later.

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Crowley's eyes were dark around the edges as he clung to Aziraphale. He tripped over his feet every once in a while.

After a few hours activities, he had started to get the side affects of the drugs he had taken.

"This is what you get," Aziraphale scowled, dragging him by the torso onto their bench.

"Aziflel..." he said, looking at him with wide eyes.

"What?" Aziraphale sighed.

"I'm gonna sleep now," Crowley said, and promptly fell fowards onto the ground.

There weren't many people in the park at evening, so Aziraphale decided to leave him there.

"Oh, you idiot..." he smiled, staring at him.

He reached down and picked up his glasses, wiped them off, and set them on the bench beside him.

"Sweet dreams!" Someone yelled from down the walkway, and then ran away laughing with a group of teenagers.

"Fuck you!" Aziraphale shouted, snapping his fingers.

They'd find a surprise waiting for them at home. And not angry parents, maybe dead ones instead.

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Crowley still does not know if this was all a drug-induced hallucination, or if Aziraphale murdered a bunch of kid's parents because they made fun of Crowley.

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Thanks for reading :)

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