[Even without a little pull that tells him where Aziraphale is, Crowley's always been good at finding him in a crowd. It helps that he's usually very distinctive, something hindered slightly tonight by the fact everyone's in the same colours, but the cloud fluff hair is still the same.
He spots him across the room as he's being led back to the party, flashing a bright, unabashed grin in his direction.
As soon as the policeman leaves him be, Crowley slips through the crowd to appear at Aziraphale's side, mischief in his eyes. He might have made an attempt to act more contrite, but he's just tipsy enough that it doesn't even occur to him.]
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He spots him across the room as he's being led back to the party, flashing a bright, unabashed grin in his direction.
As soon as the policeman leaves him be, Crowley slips through the crowd to appear at Aziraphale's side, mischief in his eyes. He might have made an attempt to act more contrite, but he's just tipsy enough that it doesn't even occur to him.]
You weren't supposed to see that.
[He sounds neither troubled nor apologetic.]