Aziraphale smiled. He really needed to forget everything - Beelzebub wanting him dead, Crowley being so distant, his superiors being so overbearing...
He decided to ignore the alcohol for a minute and walked over to the machine. "Well, you push this doohicky and turn this thing, and... ah ha!" He gestured to the screen. "We pick a song and sing. No harm in it. ... Though a bit of shame..."
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Date: Tuesday, 12 January 2010 22:18 (UTC)He decided to ignore the alcohol for a minute and walked over to the machine. "Well, you push this doohicky and turn this thing, and... ah ha!" He gestured to the screen. "We pick a song and sing. No harm in it. ... Though a bit of shame..."