"Yeeeah, he's gonna be a while." Barty didn't bother looking at them, he simply drew Bill into his arms, sliding both of his hands into his back pockets and pulling him closer still. He kissed him and then looked into his eyes. So romantic. "You realise I'm going to have to work on my assignment all night tomorrow to catch up, yeah?"
Well. Best to prepare him.
In the car, Crowley was still just holding Aziraphale, wondering whether they'd ever get out of this car. He honestly wasn't sure. "I don't have to sleep over, y'know? I can just go back home. Just wasn't sure whether I should leave you, is all. I could meet you tomorrow instead?"
Was that better? "Are you-- I'm sorry, they don't make manuals for this shit. What can I do?"
"... Aww, fuck." Bill cursed as he leaned into Barty and kept checking in, wondering how long it would take to coax him out. "This is going to be a long week, eh?" Aziraphale would not be an easy one to handle.
"I like when you stay. I'm sorry. Please just -- I don't want you to leave." He just had to process all of it and find a way to move his legs and get out of the car. And it was a little difficult for several reasons. The sin, the fear, the difficult and -- "I don't have shoes..."
He looked down at his feet and frowned. "I just forgot about them. In the rush. How silly." He laughed and then looked at Crowley. Perfect, handsome Crowley. "They said I couldn't see you again. I didn't think any of their rules would make me hate them but I suppose, they surprised me. I hated them."
And now here he was, sinning. Going to hell. And was that so bad?
"I hate them for making you sad." That seemed like such a simple statement, almost childish, but it was true. He felt it deeply. No one should make Aziraphale look like this. "Your brother's building is right over there. I'm sure you can wash your feet once you're there. Borrow shoes. And he'll buy you new ones. He bought some for Bill, they're pretty cool."
Barty seemed to have his shit together. More than he'd have thought, given everything. "Did you know that he's studying law? At uni. All proper like." Who'd have thought? "Think you're upgrading. Sibling-wise."
"... He's getting a degree?! A law degree? He's getting a-a-a-" Well, wasn't that just annoying because he had been told that Barty was a drop out loser and now he was learning that he paid for bills, got shoes and STUDIED LAW. With wide eyes, shock overtaking, the door to the car finally opened and Aziraphale stumbled out with zero grace to look at his big brother.
"YOU'RE STUDYING LAW."
"Shh. Jesus, don't draw attention." In that outfit. In the middle of the street. Asking to get his arse kicked. Bill gestured his hand. "Let's head inside, yeah?"
"An actual degree? Like one from a university? The local one? The one that's 50 minutes by bus?"
"I tried applying to clown college instead, but I'm allergic to all the wigs." Barty took a hold of Bill's hand and pulled him along, deciding to make use of Aziraphale's momentum and confusion to trick him to simply follow them inside. "Yes. An actual degree. From a university. The local one. I've only gotten firsts so far."
Bragging about his achievements to family, there was a new development.
Unsure why Aziraphale was freaking out quite that much, Crowley followed behind the brothers and Bill, trying to figure out just what was happening. "That's cool. My sibling Beelzebub is getting an accounting degree. I hate them." That was what he had to say on the matter. "They suck."
"They didn't tell you a lot, I assume." Bill remarked as he walked ahead on the stairs, finding it amusing. "Barty is top of his class. Only one to get a 99%. In law. He got it in law, mate. That's fucking bonkers."
"Oh." Aziraphale kept following, totally stunned. His loser brother was highly successful and this was the evil fate he was condemned too. Apparently God couldn't hate him that much. "I didn't know about the... they told me you were just, you know. Parties. Dancing. Drinking... drugs."
"Barty ain't into drugs." Bill pulled his keys out and unlocked the door. "... Why is dancing in the same category as all of those things?"
"Because dancing is a sin," Barty told Bill, "And all sins are equal, apart from the deadly ones. If you commit a sin, letting the devil guide you, small or big, you're on the way to hell." It was easy enough to recall all of those lines, even if he hadn't had such a good memory. It had all been drilled into them.
"Dancing's not half bad," Crowley disagreed, "We can dance some time. I'll find music you'll like." Something not so... bebop. Whatever that entailed.
"Anyway." Barty unlocked the door, holding it open for the others and looking at Aziraphale. "I work at Dunelm to earn a living, I study at uni and I keep trying to get our idiot siblings to let me pay their damn bills. So come on in. It's not as much of a den of sin as you've been told."
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Well. Best to prepare him.
In the car, Crowley was still just holding Aziraphale, wondering whether they'd ever get out of this car. He honestly wasn't sure. "I don't have to sleep over, y'know? I can just go back home. Just wasn't sure whether I should leave you, is all. I could meet you tomorrow instead?"
Was that better? "Are you-- I'm sorry, they don't make manuals for this shit. What can I do?"
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"I like when you stay. I'm sorry. Please just -- I don't want you to leave." He just had to process all of it and find a way to move his legs and get out of the car. And it was a little difficult for several reasons. The sin, the fear, the difficult and -- "I don't have shoes..."
He looked down at his feet and frowned. "I just forgot about them. In the rush. How silly." He laughed and then looked at Crowley. Perfect, handsome Crowley. "They said I couldn't see you again. I didn't think any of their rules would make me hate them but I suppose, they surprised me. I hated them."
And now here he was, sinning. Going to hell. And was that so bad?
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Barty seemed to have his shit together. More than he'd have thought, given everything. "Did you know that he's studying law? At uni. All proper like." Who'd have thought? "Think you're upgrading. Sibling-wise."
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"YOU'RE STUDYING LAW."
"Shh. Jesus, don't draw attention." In that outfit. In the middle of the street. Asking to get his arse kicked. Bill gestured his hand. "Let's head inside, yeah?"
"An actual degree? Like one from a university? The local one? The one that's 50 minutes by bus?"
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Bragging about his achievements to family, there was a new development.
Unsure why Aziraphale was freaking out quite that much, Crowley followed behind the brothers and Bill, trying to figure out just what was happening. "That's cool. My sibling Beelzebub is getting an accounting degree. I hate them." That was what he had to say on the matter. "They suck."
Not because of the degree. Just in general.
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"They didn't tell you a lot, I assume." Bill remarked as he walked ahead on the stairs, finding it amusing. "Barty is top of his class. Only one to get a 99%. In law. He got it in law, mate. That's fucking bonkers."
"Oh." Aziraphale kept following, totally stunned. His loser brother was highly successful and this was the evil fate he was condemned too. Apparently God couldn't hate him that much. "I didn't know about the... they told me you were just, you know. Parties. Dancing. Drinking... drugs."
"Barty ain't into drugs." Bill pulled his keys out and unlocked the door. "... Why is dancing in the same category as all of those things?"
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"Dancing's not half bad," Crowley disagreed, "We can dance some time. I'll find music you'll like." Something not so... bebop. Whatever that entailed.
"Anyway." Barty unlocked the door, holding it open for the others and looking at Aziraphale. "I work at Dunelm to earn a living, I study at uni and I keep trying to get our idiot siblings to let me pay their damn bills. So come on in. It's not as much of a den of sin as you've been told."