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entrancelogs2014-11-10 10:14 pm
low_key_angel) wrote in entrancelogs2014-11-10 10:14 pm
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One Tequila, Two Tequila
Who: Gabriel and you!
Where: In the bar
When: Nov 10
Rating: PG - possibly worse
Summary: Poor archangel coping mechanisms
The Story:
He's dead.
It shouldn't come as such a profound shock, really. Gabriel knew that standing with the Winchesters, trying to buy them enough time to get away was very likely going to get him killed. Hearing his worst fears confirmed by a random stranger? Welp. That was something different.
So after a few chats with some of the new people and a rather unexpected visit from his big brother-slash-killer, Gabriel decided there was only one way to really deal with what had happened to him in the last few hours. He was going to get drunk, or at least make a heroic effort to try.
Sure there was a beach he could drink on, but Gabriel needed a proper bar with enough of a liquor supply to help him at least get a minor buzz on. So off to the fifth floor he went, only getting momentarily distracted by a room full of baby boars before finding the bar and bellying up.
Everything else can wait. Right now he's going to drink and do his level damned (ha) best not to think about Lucifer.
Where: In the bar
When: Nov 10
Rating: PG - possibly worse
Summary: Poor archangel coping mechanisms
The Story:
He's dead.
It shouldn't come as such a profound shock, really. Gabriel knew that standing with the Winchesters, trying to buy them enough time to get away was very likely going to get him killed. Hearing his worst fears confirmed by a random stranger? Welp. That was something different.
So after a few chats with some of the new people and a rather unexpected visit from his big brother-slash-killer, Gabriel decided there was only one way to really deal with what had happened to him in the last few hours. He was going to get drunk, or at least make a heroic effort to try.
Sure there was a beach he could drink on, but Gabriel needed a proper bar with enough of a liquor supply to help him at least get a minor buzz on. So off to the fifth floor he went, only getting momentarily distracted by a room full of baby boars before finding the bar and bellying up.
Everything else can wait. Right now he's going to drink and do his level damned (ha) best not to think about Lucifer.