"Bill tends to know people." Barty shrugged, not too bothered. "You get used to it. Just say hi."

"Hi," Crowley said it himself when he reached their table, giving them a nod. Then he grinned at Bill, shaking his head. "You really are old and dull now, huh?" Sitting in a corner with his boyfriend.

"Yes, it's dire." Barty reached for Bill's hand, but also gestured. "Sit down. I'll buy you a drink."

As Crowley happened to be near skint, he didn't argue with that, sitting down. Of course, sitting down meant that he was draped over the chair in an odd way, legs spread apart. He looked at Aziraphale now, a bit confused by his outfit choices. "Hey. I'm Crowley."