"God forbid," Aziraphale said absently. "But, look, I work there, that's definitely the Library, and the Bar is just down the street." They were the only two important buildings around, so Aziraphale had committed their relative locations to memory while laying in bed with a truly spectacular hangover on Thursday morning.

"Come on," he said, setting off towards their location with what might have been a swagger in his step if he was the sort to that kind of thing. Instead he just had better posture than usual.