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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.

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It was that time of day and just like clockwork the Archangel was coming into the bar after a few laps around Wonderland's airspace. He'd put his wings away before entering this time, mostly out of habit, but also to draw less attention to himself. He had every intention of it just being a lovely and quiet date with a bottle of scotch and himself tonight. He slid up to the bar, ordered his drink and caught the strong waft of someone who seems like they'd been bathing in tequila. Or was it Vodka? ... Jaeger--No he's fairly certain this one damn near drank the bar. He must've gotten there just in time to even have this bottle for himself before the drunkard got his mitts on it. Unless he's not a scotch drinker?

He can't help but turn towards the stranger, senses tingling with something familiar up and down his spine. It's like those other angels, Lucifer and the Michael from that alternate earth. He may not have the same sort of angel sense that they did but he knew grace when he felt it. Sitting across the room he may not have picked up on anything, but sitting a few stools downwind of another angel was a different story.

It was an interesting sight. No other angel frequented the bar besides himself, as far as he knew anyway. Least he hadn't crossed paths with the others yet and he was quite the regular. It made him wonder what horrible thing could've brought the other to this state. Though he was both thoroughly impressed and somewhat saddened by his tolerance. He'd be frustrated if he had to drink a whole liquor store just to feel something. He felt fortunate that he had only a slightly above-human-average tolerance and could get drunk easily enough.

"I shudder to think what could have pressed you into utterly marinating yourself till you drown." He finally speaks up, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Are you alright?" And there's that gentle, genuine looking sympathy or concern slipping into his expression. It's debatable if he really cares. Being that this creature was angelic, there was a good chance that some of his worry was honest.

At this point Gabriel would probably cheerfully punch a stranger for some Asgardian ale. Something a little stronger than what the bar currently stocked. So he busied himself with the usual ritual of tequila drinking when it became apparent he wasn't even going to get a decent buzz without having to put some serious work into it. Salt, shoot, lime. Repeat.

Easier to follow a mundane little ritual than think about his situation or his family. Sure, he’ll have to figure out what to do sooner or later, but tonight procrastination is the name of the game. Or at least until he gets bored and decides to give the ol’ wings a stretch because so far? Getting drunk just isn’t happening.

Stupid weak booze.

Gabriel’s head tilted towards the stranger, peering at him curiously for a long moment. There’s the oddest sense of déjà vu as he looks him over. Angel from another world? Maybe. Gabriel can sense something familiar about him, something that’s making his grace resonate in response. What’s even stranger is the emotion in his voice. Angels back home were normally the toe the line marble statue types, not exactly the sort to ask after another and sure as hell not the type to drink. Maybe the day wouldn’t be a complete wash after all.

He saluted the stranger with a shot before tossing it back and propping his elbow on the bar. “One of the things that drives most people to drink. Family.”

"I hear you there." And he'll raise his glass with a nod, he'd clink them if they were sitting closer to one another but the gesture was about the same. He then tips his cup back and takes a heavy swig. Once lowered he'll look into the liquid a moment.

"Feels like more and more of us are appearing out of the woodwork, be it my world or another." He'll then look up to the other angel.

"Almost like clockwork, with every so many handfuls of arrivals. I'm curious to see who will be next."

He studies the other a moment before shifting off his stool to move closer, casual, calm, the farthest from a threat he could be.

"But where are my manners?" He offers the other his hand with a smile.

"I'm Gabriel."

“Guess that’s one of the constants of home no matter what world it’s on. We can’t ever seem to get along without using something sharp and pointy. I think we invented family dysfunction long before humans even figured out fire.”

He’s another angel, but more importantly he’s an interesting distraction from his cycle of thoughts. So Gabriel pushes the bottle back as he approaches, giving him a once-over himself. Leather. Tall, dark and all smolder. Gotta hand it to the angels in that world – they had style. Plenty more than most of his kin that simply looked.. uncomfortable in their vessels. Like they couldn’t quite figure out how they worked.

Thanks to Gadreel, the name doesn’t come as quite so much of a shock and Gabriel quirks a grin at him, “Funny, I was about to say the same thing. Because so am I.”

Huh. So this is his twin. At least he’s interesting.

Those brows raise as Gabriel introduces himself and he can't help but take a moment to pause. This is his other-worldly twin is it? He's not sure how to feel about all this. Sure, he knew the other Archangel existed and meeting Michael or Lucifers other twin was interesting enough. But on can not truly prepare to meeting yourself from another time and world. It's strange, but he looks as if whatever greeting or game plan he had prepared was to be changed immediately. He reaches over the bar to snag another glass and pours them both a glass of his scotch. He'll then slide it over to his twin.

Not that the man needs more liquor but hey, this was a fairly special moment. The two of them finally meeting. If he knew, he'd be glad Gadreel spoke to Gabe first before Castiel could warn him of his agenda back home. Not that it currently held any weight for Wonderland of course, but some just couldn't let his choices in HIS world go. So it goes.

"Well then," He raises his glass. "here's to you, my handsome alternate. And I'm not talking about the human you're wearing."

Not that he could see his angelic form without Gabriel honestly presenting or stretching his wings but he wasn't above flattery when trying to make friends. He honestly thought his vessel looked a bit goofy, but he wasn't about to admit that out loud. Then again, he was kind of vain, he felt he was the more attractive of the two. He also has no idea that that particular breed of Archangel can get into his head and read his thoughts.

Gabriel doesn't tend to go poking around in the minds of others. Pagans, humans or even his otherwordly twin with an affinity for leather and hair gel. It's just rude, and he wouldn't appreciate the same invasion of privacy. So he picks up the glass, returning the toast before knocking back the scotch.

He won't give a happy damn about his agenda back home. Sure it's over the top and extreme, but they're not home so it doesn't much matter to him.

A quiet snort into the glass and Gabriel's grace reaches out to brush over his twin's. "FYI - I can hear it when you're snowing me, other self." Not that he's particularly offended. "And I'd show off a little, but raw grace tends to break glass and I'm more interested in what's in those glasses right now than going all flashy."

That gives him pause as it dawns on him that Gabriel was hearing what he thought. He sort of closes off his mind to the best of his ability, almost as if suddenly having your open fly pointed out to you and zipping up discreetly. Whoops? He gives a small, slightly sheepish laugh at that.

"Sorry about that, I shall endeavor not to so easily project." He clears his throat, "Is that something only you can do?"

After all, so far he was the only Archangel able to get into the minds of others and possess them. Mostly because his siblings find it disgusting and would never attempt it.

Gabriel's hardly offended by his twin's slip - smirking in reply at the laugh. "No big. Takes more than that to offend me, 's all good." It's interesting, hearing that sort of mental closing down, making his thoughts a little less easy to read. Sure, if he tried harder Gabriel could probably push through, but that wasn't the point.

"Only me? Nope. But a little protip between us? Keep things close to the proverbial vest if you run into one of my older brothers. Michael, Lucifer or whoever in the holy hell else might be around here."

"Ah." That's what he was afraid of.

"Afraid it might be a bit too late for that but I'll certainly do my best to be more careful from now on." Though now he's wondering what they might already know. He'll also be sure to let his brother and the others know to guard themselves.

"What other sorts of things are you capable of? And if you feel the need to show off we can take this too the roof. I've got a sizeable stash in my room on the 10th floor."

Hey, if he wasn't watching himself around his brothers? His mistake. Gabriel shrugs off the assurance. Not like it matters that much to him. Peering into other's minds was always a little bit like cheating.

Gabriel snorts into another shot. "This turning into a game of 'you show me yours, I'll show you mine'?"

Which isn't technically a no.

A slender brow quirks at that notion and he can't help but to smirk, a little something mischievous twisting his lips at the corners.

"Sure, I'm not opposed to showing off a bit." Though, their brand of Archangel wasn't as flashy or strong. He may feel more the under-dog in this contest.

"The roof suitable or should we find somewhere away from the Mansion proper?" He'll bring a few bottles of something with if they do leave.

Oh there's something in that grin Gabriel likes. Mischief and danger and the promise of the sort of trouble that most people would Strongly Disapprove Of.

"Not like I can completely drop trou around here. Last thing I want is for this poor schmuck to wake up and wander off all confused where I can't find his ass. But yeah, let's snag a few bottles and take the party upstairs."

He needs a good distraction and this alternate version of himself? Promises to be just that sort of distraction.

He gasps at the 'drop trou' comment as if he were some sort of sweet, innocent thing that was appalled at the idea of actually showing off their dicks.

"Not on the first date." Which is utter bullshit and that terrible smirk says he's not even trying to hide it. The look shot to the other Archangel reflects of spark of curiosity and excitement. Finally he'll get to see more of this other breed.

Of course, his twin may think he's taking his sweet time seeing as he can't just teleport to the top floor. He WILL go out the nearest window though just to spare himself several flights of stairs. He makes a pit stop at his room, which has a wide balcony and double doors for him to enter and exit through. He picks up two bottles, one scotch, one vodka, and takes them to the roof. He doesn't bother putting his wings away, that's part of his show-and-tell for the evening.

Edited 2014-12-12 05:37 (UTC)

"Now where's the fun in that?" Gabriel snorted. Dramatic, impish and trouble. Oh he can't wait for this, to find out exactly what his other self can do.

He's probably taking his time, maybe checking in with his brothers or at least fetching the decent stuff. Gabriel was perched on the edge of the roof, six wings still shifting absently in the wind behind him. He can't fully leave his vessel, and there are a few key details he's not exactly going to share with his twin - banishing sigils, archangel blades - but there was nothing wrong with a little share and share alike.

Gabriel can't help but to pause the moment he spies those six wings, seeing them via his minds eye rather than on the physical plane. He stares for a moment before wandering closer, his large, black set rustling on his back restlessly. The wind through his feathers feels nice but he's feeling a little self-conscious now that he's seen how beautiful his twin's are. Or the fact he has three pair instead of just one. He feels a little cheated here.

"Well, color me jealous." He sets his alcoholic offering nearby, tilting his head as he studies the other some more. Don't mind him, reaching out and feeling along his grace with mental fingers.

Hey, there's something about having wings that are completely tangible, feathers that could be preened through and feeling the wind through them when you take wing. His wings are a little more chaos and noise, a part of himself that he can't ever fully manifest without a hell of a lot of collateral damage.

He extends a wing as he senses his other self tracing along one. It's been a long time since he'd allowed contact that intimate. "Dad kinda had a flair for the dramatic back home. And hey, black is always in fashion. Sleek and classy."

The Archangel watches as the wing extends, reaching his physical hand out to brush over it. Any mortal wouldn't see nor be able to feel much of anything but Gabriel could. They were warm, the intangible feathers giving a soft vibration making his fingers tingly as they touched them. But it was still strange to not be able to physically feel much of anything, hand going through them like a ghost rather than carding through. After a moment he realizes he's perhaps crossed a line and draws his hand back to his chest, rubbing his thumb together over his fingertips briefly as if to discern the difference in sensation.

After all, there weren't many he'd just simply let reach out and touch him like that. Though he's tempted to extend the offer to his name-twin. He clears his throat.

"I suppose you're right, nothing wrong with a classic, hm?" Even though typically angels are displayed with white wings. Compared to Gabriel's and playing along with the fashion statement, he could be considered a classic style.

"What other sort of flashy things can you do without heads exploding?" Though heads exploding would be entertaining.

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