"You'll be fine, angel. Someone like you's meant for heaven." Crowley took the coke from the barkeeper and offered the straw out to Aziraphale first, in case he didn't want to drink after Crowley and also just to be polite. He stood with an arm around his friend, thinking it was good that it was such a calm and nice night here so far. Of course, it probably didn't seem that way to Aziraphale, but that was how it was with perspective.

"I think they might be up next. They are better than this band, at least, I can tell you that much."