"Most people are idiots." That was really one of his core philosophies, so Hartley had no issue stating that. He glanced at Bill briefly, just to figure out why exactly he was coming so close to him. He'd no idea. He didn't mind, he just wasn't quite certain what to do with it.
"Yeah, I'm back tomorrow. Flowerbeds, they want fresh flowers for the season. Girls are supposed to pick them? I don't know, mate. Place creeps me out, but I don't pick the contracts." He was just working for the company. Anyway, it was apparently good money. "Anyway, it was nice meeting you, lads. Angel." He gave an extra nod to Aziraphale, smiling just for him. "Come over tomorrow. I want to show you something by the apple tree."
"He can, he'll be there." Bill assured him because he couldn't imagine that Aziraphale would stand up Crowley and if he did, Bill wouldn't let him. He might get a good fucking before he had to go back to Christian hell so why not let the devil play?
"It was very nice meeting you." Aziraphale waved and then realised how weird it was to wave and instead, put his hands in his pockets. As Aziraphale made an ass of himself, Bill turned around and pulled the business card from Crowley's pocket with a frown. Hang on a fucking minute. He turned around to say something but Crowley was already in the car, music up. Fucking hell - it was the card to a gay bar.
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"Yeah, I'm back tomorrow. Flowerbeds, they want fresh flowers for the season. Girls are supposed to pick them? I don't know, mate. Place creeps me out, but I don't pick the contracts." He was just working for the company. Anyway, it was apparently good money. "Anyway, it was nice meeting you, lads. Angel." He gave an extra nod to Aziraphale, smiling just for him. "Come over tomorrow. I want to show you something by the apple tree."
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"He can, he'll be there." Bill assured him because he couldn't imagine that Aziraphale would stand up Crowley and if he did, Bill wouldn't let him. He might get a good fucking before he had to go back to Christian hell so why not let the devil play?
"It was very nice meeting you." Aziraphale waved and then realised how weird it was to wave and instead, put his hands in his pockets. As Aziraphale made an ass of himself, Bill turned around and pulled the business card from Crowley's pocket with a frown. Hang on a fucking minute. He turned around to say something but Crowley was already in the car, music up. Fucking hell - it was the card to a gay bar.