He had seen Aziraphale drunk many, many times before, so many in fact that he had difficulty recalling the first time it had actually happened. It always slurred his speech and brought an extra rosiness to his cheeks. Had it ever made him forget where he was?

Was there irony in saying Crowley couldn't remember?

"They must have been giving you the really good stuff!"

Crowley scowled at being petted as he wasn't quite drunk enough yet to be so obliviously affectionate and his head recoiled like a serpent prepared to strike, which of course he never did. He simply took this wayward Angel by the elbow and directed him to sit in the closest chair before he fell down and really got himself hurt.

"You don't remember the lady in the dream, lake, thing? Come to this world, pitch in, and you will get whatever you want?"

That last bit by far being the most important part gained extra inflection and a prolonged stare.

"This must be her planet, the one that needs sorting out."