"Yes, that was very brave of her," Aziraphale agrees. "Unfortunately, mortal memory is quite short. Even spottier the farther back one goes."

He catches the bartender's attention and orders champagne for himself and a cosmopolitan for Crowley (to coordinate with his smashing red dress, of course).

"Is it Michael again?" he half-whispers in a worried tone, as if the archangel will suddenly appear.