"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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"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."