For Every Season

It was a charming little bar, despite the rather loud music. In fairness, Aziraphale had heard a lot worse. And everyone was so friendly! He was beaming by the time he made it over to Crowley... who was hissing.

"Is something the matter?"

"I told you," Crowley spat, "to blend in."

"Yes! How do you like my outfit?"

"You are wearing," Crowley said, "a 17th century doublet, a pair of knee-high platform boots, a kilt, and a frilly shirt."

"Yes. You said 'be fashionable.'"

"Fashion changes, angel. Pick a decade. Pick a century!"

"Well." Aziraphale bristled. "You should have specified."