Truthfully he was more comfortable with that as well. Not that he minded costumes, they were actually pretty entertaining really. Dressing up as some one else and fooling everyone into believing that was who you actually were was an interesting way to spread a little chaos. But Azriaphale as the Evil Queen... Some how it didn't seem quite right to hide those brilliant white features.

"You're not the woodsman."

He said dryly, before following along. As it turned out getting the wine was as easy as he said a quick phone call, borrowing the gift shop's phone while the owner was busy, soon had them on their way with several bottles of decent but not above average wine and a few glasses.

Crowley's mood took a little down turn however when they reentered their flat. All peach and perfect, it looked exactly like some thing an angel would love... and maybe that was why Azriaphale seemed so much more at home here than out on those streets. He however found it a little depressing. It was just too much.

Flopping on his bed he reached for a bottle and popped the cork. Two glasses, stat, very much seemed to be in order.