The house lights rose, and Gabriel rose with them. As he filed out with the crowd, he threw away the untouched drink and popcorn that he'd bought for the aesthetic. He entered the lobby to find that a storm, which had definitely not been there when The Sound of Music began. Again for the aesthetic, he miracled himself an umbrella to open as he headed out.

He made it two steps into the night when he saw Beelzebub.

The demon was completely dry in the downpour, as if the rain were terrified to touch zem. The people, likewise, dodged around but that was more about humans being oblivious. If any of them had an inkling that a demon was in their midst, especially the Prince of Hell, they would have been running.

Instead, Gabriel calmly walked over and offered his umbrella. "Walk under this. It's less suspicious."

"I wazn't having any izzue," ze said, but dutifully ducked next to him.

"Well, regardless, it's a shame you got here so late. It was a wonderful showing."

"How many timez have you zeen it, now?"

"86, I believe." He smiled, proudly. "Give or take a few."

"I would have guezzed a lot higher," Beelzebub said.

Gabriel shrugged, apologetic but not to Beelzebub. "Well, you know... work."

Ze buzzed understandingly.

"So~." He changed the subject with a small bounce in his step. "To what do I owe the honor?"

He smiled down at zir, and ze glanced up dully at him.

"It izzz beginning," ze said. "Crowley is delivering the child az we zpeak."

"Crowley, really? I would have thought you'd have given that honor to someone... higher ranked." He'd very much thought Beelzebub would have wanted to do it zirself.

Ze's look said that he wasn't wrong about that, but ze said, "He waz hand picked by the Morningztar, zo he waz obviouzly the correct choize. "

"Well, that's wonderful!" Gabriel exclaimed happily. "You've been working on that since the fourth century, haven't you?"

"Fifth," ze corrected with the slightest tinge of pride in zir voice.

"Well, kudos on it working out!" He thought a moment. "Eleven years, then?"

"Az it iz written."

"Plenty of time to train the forces." He grinned down at zir. "And I have 11 more years to show you the movie."

"It will never happen.."

"Well, the way I see it, there are two options. You can either see the movie with me now. Or, after good conquers evil which it will as it always does, I'll just pump the movie into Hell. An endless loop for the rest of time."

"We're going to win, you can count on it," Ze told him, firmly.

"But is it worth the risk?"

They walked quietly into an alley, and then ze grumbled. "When's the next showing?"

"This Friday. There's one in Canada."

Beelzebub glared, but right before ze disappeared in a cloud of sulfur said "I'll think about it."

Gabriel smiled as he prepared to head back, then thought better of it. Best to tell your man on the literal ground when you had such reliable information.

He caught the feeling of Aziraphale's aura and teleported there instead.