"Bring us back some holy wine. We've got bugger all for getting wankered on tonight so whatever you got, we'll take it!" Spike called after them, watching the two walk away and snickering in amusement. As Aziraphale looked back, he gave the weird kid a thumbs up. "Nice bowtie, poofter!"

As they moved away, Aziraphale huffed and raised his hand, sheepishly adjusting his bowtie. How dare they? Such rude young men. "Those would be your friends, I take it? They seem ... charming." Awful, terrible little -- well, he couldn't even think the rude words he wanted to think right now, it was too far.

Why would Crowley keep such awful company? "Are you attending their 'gig' tonight?"