[Good Omens, Two weeks after S2 events...]
Nina: *bumps in* Okay, where TF is he, again?
Maggie: Hello, sir 👋
Pub owner: *sighs* Hello. Same as usual. Someone will have to pay the-
Nina: *slams two 50s on the bar* Here, done. *is under the impression she became the parent of a probably immortal being going through his first teenage heartbreak but with a middle-aged man body and a liquor license*
Maggie: *to the pub owner* Sorry about that, she's... Excuse-me... *follows Nina*
Crowley: *wasted**barely understandable**slams an empty Talisker drink on the table* StUuRpId ASSssAnGeL...
Nina: You have to STOP doing that. We have lives, you know?
Crowley: *unnatural lying position* 'nd bery short at tha', yea, I know tha'. Arn't ya' so luckeh?
Maggie: Please, Sir, you need to go home...
Crowley: *dour laugh* Yeaaaa, well, it's not asif I had tha'.
Nina: *sighs* You live in Mr Fell's Bookshop with Inspector-Naivety-Incarnate-something. Remember?
Crowley: Ah, yea, maybe, huh... *pointing an uncertain finger at Maggie* *high-pitched voice* ey, don't ya owe me rent?
Maggie: *ever seen a very pale cinnamon roll? Ya have now* Well, I...
Nina: *would cross her arms if she hadn't done that already**offended**protective almost-girlfriend* I have paid for your "coping method" a couple thousand pounds by now you didn't feel the need to repay me, so I think you should be careful before demanding any rent! Oh, and should I mention I've spent that in the course of A SINGLE WEEK?
Crowley: *looks at her with the sudden need to throw up**or to break something* No nehd to be... To be... Watevah. This is bullshit! *first sentence he somewhat says perfectly for some reason* My, my point is... Is... Bluh. He's so... BLUH!
Nina & Maggie: *look at each other in we've-heard-that-from-Monday-to-the-next-Monday**opposites face expressions though*
Crowley: *faints because he wants to* *hides his face under his 1941 hat*
Nina: Oh, no! No, no, no! That is not happening! *shakes him* Oy, wake up! I do not have all night!
Maggie: *whispers* Be gentle with him, Mr Fell is... you know...
Crowley: *ignores them**but is also listening*
Nina: *out loud* He behaves like my sister Chantel when she learned that Justin Bieber was dating Selena Gomez! Except that, my sister was fourteen at the time, not- I don't even know! How even old are you?!
Crowley: *shows his face again**yells* WHO CARES?! He's... He's... *proceeds to imitate Gollum's voice to perfection* Stupid fa- fantastic Magisshit-
Nina: Okay, enough. *grabs his arm agressively* Get up!
Maggie: *takes his hat from the floor and his glasses from the table* I don't think he can...
Nina: He can and he will! Go on, get up!
Crowley: *makes himself fall back on the sofa**loves behaving like a 5 yo having a tantrum* NEH! I-I I am NOT...
Nina: Do you want us to abandon you here?
Pub owner: *from afar* If you don't put your uncle out, Coffee girl, I swear...
Nina: *points a very menacing finger* Don't you dare "I swear" me! I "I swear" people, not the other way around, especially not when I have to deal with that excuse of a... a... man! *couldn't come up with something better*
Crowley: Imnottha' but...
Maggie: There is no need to fight, we... *looks at Crowley having somewhat of some tears in the corner of his eyes* He's just... heartbroken, you see?
Crowley: *almost inaudible* I'm noot.
Pub owner: Yeah, 'figured. That's no good reason! Whenever he's here, every customer leaves in under ten minutes for some reason and that isn't good for my business!
Nina: Coming from the lad whose only job is to take advantage of other people's misery, that's rich.
Maggie: Nina, you...
Nina: *grabs Crowley by the first ankle she sees* It will mess up your hair but I am ready to make you slide out of here even if that is the last thing I'll ever do.
Crowley: *falls to the floor**doesn't care* I'd like to see tha'
Nina: Fine, you asked for it. *grabs his second ankle**makes him slide for two meters before almost giving up**to Maggie* What are you waiting for? Take him by the armpits if you have to, but help me!
Maggie: *wants to do exactly that**doesn't know what to do with her hands for a second**puts Crowley's glasses and hat on to free them**grabs Crowley by the armpits* Okay, okay, One...
Nina: *holds herself from laughing at Maggie's new improvised look**is not even in the mood to anyway**lifts Crowley up**realizes she's the only one doing so**offended look*
Maggie: I... Sorry. I thought we would lift him up at three and...
Nina: *sighs in I-ve-never-signed-for-this-but-here-I-am* Maggie, Angel, please, you're not helping.
Crowley: *out of nowhere* ANGEL! 'Ngels... arn't vey djust...
Nina: Three.
Crowley: *does not mind being lifted by two struggling humans**mumbles* I 'ate 'is sturpid hair...
Nina: Of course you do. Careful the corner, Mag-
Maggie: *hits her hip* Aouch!
Crowley: *more to himself* AND his stupid fess...
Nina: *to Maggie* Careful, I said! If you really want to hit something, hit him! *looks at Crowley*
Maggie: *passing by the bar**to the Pub owner* Sorry about that, have a good night.
Crowley: *less and less understandable* 'nd 's mooth 'hat says 'turpid sings...
Pub owner: Whatever.
Crowley: 'ike "'omoshun is Ineff-neffably 'wesome wa doon't ya' kom wis meh dishtroy thee uni-universs?"
[The doors of the pub ring their departure]
Nina: We really should *Crowley is heavier than she expected* consider *like, really* create a law to oblige pub owners to have *humpf* bedrooms in the back of their establishment!
Maggie: We're *sore arms but still going strong* lucky he lives *breathless* right across.
Nina: *forces open the Bookshop with her hips that don't lie*
[Yeah, there is no way you can escape the Shakira tune now, is it?]
Nina: *right after Maggie has completely entered* Okay, let's drop him here.
Maggie: The couch is right th-
Nina: *drops Crowley's ankles* He can find the couch himself. As far as I am concerned, the floor suits him just fine.
Crowley: The service her' is terr-terrib-bluh!
Nina: Yeah, well, feel free to contact customer service and leave one star.
Crowley: *raising an invisible glass* Happeh to. *threatens to throw up*
Maggie: *to Crowley* Will you be alright?
Crowley: No-PUHHHH.
Muriel: *runs from God knows where towards the group* Oh my God, how is he?
Nina: Same as yesterday. And the day before that. I think he has an alcohol problem.
Muriel: You can be funny just looking at a bottle? Interesting.
Nina: More like looking at a dozen in three days but, who's counting? Certainly not him.
Crowley: *pointing a finger at the Sky* Ya' owe meh a f***ing 'usical!
Muriel: How can I help him?
Nina: You can't. Not really. He has to get through it by himself, as we all do at some point.
Muriel: I'm... confused. Is he... like... sick, or something?
Crowley: A mu-... A mu... si... *faints*
Maggie: Yeah, I believe you can call it that. It is... some kind of... sickness.
Muriel: Not a human sickness, then? *has forgotten she is, obviously, also a human called Inspector Constable* I-I mean, well-
Nina: Apparently, beings like him can catch those as well. Go figure.
Maggie: Maybe... Maybe put a blanket on him?
Nina: He does not deserve it, but yeah, you can do that.
Muriel: Okay, I'll... Sorry: what... is a blanket?
Nina: *sighs* I'm done for tonight. *leaves**comes back* Maggie?
Maggie: I... I think I'll stay for a while.
Nina: Right. It's not as if you had a shop to run in what? Five hours?
Maggie: You told me yourself nobody ever comes to my shop, so...
Nina: *shrugs her shoulders* Sorry, I'm too tired to apologize. Good night, everyone. *to Crowley* Not you. *slams the Bookshop's doors unintentionally*
[Awkward silence]
Maggie: *to Muriel* So... A blanket. It is... like, a, a cloud... but... rectangle.
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