Aziraphale wouldn't punch him. For one, that was assault and very illegal. For another, he probably break what was likely a very fragile face. He did, after all, know how to throw a punch. And he didn't really want blood on this sweater. It was vintage!
But at that smile he huffed angrily and thought it an absolute shame that throwing a drink in someone's face also probably qualified as assault.
And then it was like whiplash; Crowley didn't turn some smug bastardly comment his way, didn't return anger with anger. He agreed. The asshole agreed in a way that seemed to say he had agreed all along, and then complimented him and left!!
Flustered and now thrown off, Aziraphale fumbled out an apology to the waitstaff and neighboring table, added more to the tip, and hurried to catch Crowley outside.
"Don't you dare just walk off from me--" He was a little out of breath from getting so worked up. "What the hell was that? What do you think you're playing at?"
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But at that smile he huffed angrily and thought it an absolute shame that throwing a drink in someone's face also probably qualified as assault.
And then it was like whiplash; Crowley didn't turn some smug bastardly comment his way, didn't return anger with anger. He agreed. The asshole agreed in a way that seemed to say he had agreed all along, and then complimented him and left!!
Flustered and now thrown off, Aziraphale fumbled out an apology to the waitstaff and neighboring table, added more to the tip, and hurried to catch Crowley outside.
"Don't you dare just walk off from me--" He was a little out of breath from getting so worked up. "What the hell was that? What do you think you're playing at?"