Dancing

Aziraphale had nothing against dancing. He just hadn’t been as interested in doing it himself since the gavotte went out of style. That didn’t mean he didn’t have an eye for it.

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself,” was the best compliment he could give.

They were at the club at Crowley’s behest and Aziraphale had nothing against that either. He just didn’t fit in with he style of the place. This wasn’t the type of club he had ever wanted to frequent or would ever look like he woul...