Aziraphale flutters around the room for the bits of time they're apart, stopping by the refreshments a couple of times in hopes of finding something palatable to eat and to get himself another drink. Words are exchanged with a few of the other partygoers, a few strange but tolerable moments are had, but more often than not he catches himself quite distracted, eyes finding the demon across the room every so often.

After a while, and an untold number of drinks, he standing off the side of the room, and partly tolerating the slightly erratic music that continuously plays through, but mostly lost in slightly drunk-hazy thought . He doesn't quite catch sight Crowley before they're already on him (maybe it was something about demons and lurking). He only winces slightly before the volume of their voice is back under control.

"Oh, yes, I suppose we might have ran their refreshments dry." He says, checking his very empty glass, numbered some number he can't quite recall. "Would it be a tad rude to leave early?"