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Crowley had been busy. He'd had a rather dastardly idea and with a bit of proper nudging of 'influencers' (whatever those were) and a quick trip to Reddit, he had a new viral sensation. It was sort of like the ice bucket challenge, except it didn't benefit any charities and instead involved putting hot sauce up the nose. It worried parents, caused a bit of harmless mayhem, and most of all...it tarnished the souls of all those who laughed at idiots' misfortunes.

Sure, it wasn't tempting a priest, but it was a laugh.

He sat in the autumn sun outside an interesting little tea shop. He had a steaming cup of a lapsang suchong blend that made the air smell like a campfire. A subtle scent under the cigarette smoke. Crowley was watching his mobile and chuckling along as another bloody idiot put hot sauce on a cotton tip and stuffed it up his nose and began to wail.

"People will do anything to be famous," he said to himself.

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It was a shock, certainly- But it was also sort of beautiful in a horrific way.

"And that's you. Real you, I mean?" the fae asked, settling in closer again.

"I was beautiful once," Crowley told him. "But that's what's left after falling into a burning lake of fire. Bad for your skin, that."

"Still beautiful," Fin assured him. "Perhaps in a less classical sense, but- Still beautiful."

"Flattered. You're a natural, appealing to my Vanity. If you ever find yourself out of a job I could use a man like you," the demon smirked.

"I don't flatter," Fin assured him. "I say what I feel."

He shifted closer again, feeling more comfortable now. "Tell me more about your friend, the one who wont sin for you," he pressed, curious to learn more about these new beings.

"He's an angel," he replied, as if maybe that wasn't clear. "He is a being of Love and Grace. He loves mankind so much. And he loves food. And good wine. And sleeping. He loves tea...and he loves books more than anything."

"And what do you love? Other than him, that is," the fae asked with a tiny smirk.

"I'm not sure I'm capable of love. But I do really like my car," he replied.

"No? Too hard for that, are you? You seem a bit soft to me," the fae teased.

"No..." he drawled, clearly unsure. "Love is His game. Lucifer loved him too much so I'm pretty sure that particular feeling was taken from all of us when we Fell," he explained.

"So it's just lust?" the pushed.

This was far less pleasant then having his fingers sucked on. He decided that right there.

"I don't think so. Lust is boring. Aziraphale feels like...coming home. I'm not sure that makes any sense to you. His Grace is intoxicating. And his eyes are, well, rather nice. And he has the most beautiful white wings..."

Fin raised a brow.

"Right, so you adore him, but it's not love and you're not trying to hit that. Right, totally believe you, man."

Crowley was shocked and it showed. There was no possible way what he felt was love. He was certain of it. Almost. Kind of.

"Oh...shut up," he finally said.

"I'd say make me, but you're not really equipped for that," the fae said with a cheeky smirk. "You want another drink then?" he asked, since he was certain this wasn't really going anywhere. "Maybe we could eat something?"

Which just meant Fin would order in and then artfully avoid actually eating.

"Another drink is a very good idea," he agreed. "Not much on eating, though. Don't need to. Don't need to drink, either, but that I do enjoy."

"Yeah, same, I guess," Fin laughed, heading out and returning a moment later with the bottle. He didn't bother with glasses this time, taking a swig and then passing it over.

This was good. Crowley could intimidate the bottle into staying full and hopefully Fin would be none the wiser, the same way Greg had been unaware.

He drank deep and the liquor didn't seem to drop though he had a few healthy swallows.

"Do I get to grill you on your love life now?" he asked.

"Sure. Ask whatever you want," Fin laughed, taking the bottle back and drinking deep again.

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"Who do you love?" he asked boldly.

"Lots of people," Fin said honestly. "There's Hex, who is... He's too good for me, honestly. So kind and handsome, so full of good. Then Eliot, who's clever and full of charm. Greg... Who's kind of a mess too in his own way, but so clever and magnetic. I dunno, I could list people all day, probably."

Crowley watched him closely, amber eyes piercing right through him.

"You love them," he said. "What about yourself?"

"Not much left to love," the fae laughed dryly, taking the bottle again and drinking deeper. Fuck, where was his damn bracelet? He was never going to get drunk without it.

"Obviously," Crowley replied dryly. "If you loved yourself I doubt you'd have invited a stranger home to 'party'. But, if not love, do you have no sense of self preservation?"

"You're hardly the big bad wolf," Fin said, rolling his eyes and passing the bottle back.