One Tequila, Two Tequila

[low_key_angel]

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.

Comments

[what_he_needs]

[He watches the man toss the lime, and Michael glances quickly behind him when he doesn't hear the telltale sign that it has hit the ground. It's gone. His eyes narrow in on the stranger, and he frowns. That was interesting.]

That is very common with arrival. [He might not know the specifics, but it was, generally speaking, typical to have a hard time adjusting. Of course, there could be more to it than that.]

I am Michael.

[He doesn't feel out of place, sitting in a bar, but not drinking. Michael has gotten to the point where he was almost, almost, becoming okay with being social.]

[low_key_angel]

[At least he's quick on the uptake. Gabriel shifts to examine him a little closer and rolls a shoulder.] That's what I'm figuring out. Down the rabbit hole, just ratcheted up to about eleven or so.

[Blink. Well naturally. First he meets his twin, now his big brother's twin.] Gabriel. And before you bring it up, yes I've already met the other one.

[what_he_needs]

You've met my brother?

[That was fast. And while Michael wasn't surprised, the admission made him suddenly wary.]

That is.. good?

[Michael knew his Gabriel came across differently to each person, so he didn't know how that meeting would have went. He was also curious as to whether this one was anything like his own.]

[low_key_angel]

It's interesting. [More or less. Maybe more considering how wary Michael suddenly got.] Which isn't to say we're gonna be living in each other's back pockets. I don't think there's enough hair product in all of Wonderland if that happened.

So you're the other-other Michael, huh. Similar taste in vessels.

[what_he_needs]

Similar taste in vessels?

[He'd discussed vessels briefly once before, learning that the other angels took over human bodies, and while it had bothered him at first, he'd decided that it didn't matter.]

This one is my own.

[Michael'd had to explain that his human form was a manifestation of his own doing to quite a few, telling them that he and his brother were different types of angels; not the same as the ones already here, so he was used to this conversation now.]

[low_key_angel]

Right, your own vessel. [Hang on. Gabriel sets down his drink and peers a little closer at the other angel.] Huh. That's unexpected.

[He salutes him with another shot.] Instead of having to get some poor schlub to say yes, Dad hooked you up with a shiny new ride of your own. Handy.

[what_he_needs]

More or less, but to say yes?

[Michael had met the other angels, Lucifer and his alternate self, but when it came to knowing what they were like, power wise and their make up, he'd gotten most of his information from a human who had come from their world. And that information had been accompanied by a lot of anger and aggression, so it was interesting to hear it directly from the horse's mouth, so to speak.]

Your body, it has another inside with you?

[low_key_angel]

You make it sound kinky.

Yep, he's inside, sleeping for now. [And that's all he's going to volunteer about the general state of his vessel. Or anyone else's for that matter]

[what_he_needs]

[Kinky. Gabriel.

It was interesting, these other angel's vessels; similar to the 8balls, or lower angels, of his world, but somehow less..appalling.]

I see. [He understands the not wanting to share private information, so he moves on.] How much like my brother are you, I wonder.

[low_key_angel]

[Gabriel rolls a shoulder.] Well I'm hardly the leather and hair product afficianado that my other self is if that's what you're going for.

But what exactly are you getting at? [Because that's a rather particular question.]

[what_he_needs]

[Michael shrugged in agreement, that leather and hair product thing was more his Gabriel's way.]

I meant more of personality, versus how you prefer to dress.

[He was just a little bit concerned that this Gabriel was going to be like his twin, and there were already enough human hating angels in Wonderland.]

[low_key_angel]

Apparently they didn't teach you subtle back home. [Gabriel clapped his hands together, giving them a brisk rub. Because if he doesn't lay this all out, they'll be dancing around this forever.] I left home because my brothers were cutting themselves to ribbons over the humans. Couldn't keep watching, so I bailed. Lived as a pagan. Had fun.

Then two meatheads by the name of Winchester had to go and kickstart the Apocalypse all over again. Worst of all? I went and got involved. Stood with the humans and apparently will wind up getting shanked over it.

[what_he_needs]

[Subtlety wasn't one of his stronger attributes, but that didn't really bother him. Michael listens carefully, quietly and brow furrowed, an eyebrow arching at the mention of an apocalypse.]

You stood with the humans. [A slow pause.] Shanked?

[Michael knew what the word meant, but had many questions about it, questions he didn't think was his place to ask. How did this Gabriel know he was going to die, for one.] I have met a few people here who've arrived post death. That, apparently, is not impossible.

[low_key_angel]

For all of about two minutes from what I hear.

[Gabriel mimics being stabbed] Yanno, dead? And no, I got here pre-death. I just found out the gory details after getting here. Lucky me, right?

[what_he_needs]

[Michael would have rolled his eyes, but he refrained, just nodding instead.]

Someone told you of your death.

[He frowned at that, thinking that having to live while knowing when or how you were going to die, would be unbearable.] And that is why you are here. [Michael looks around them.] In the bar.

[low_key_angel]

Correction. [Gabriel raises a finger as he downs another shot] I found out that my big brother is the one who does me in.

Family that happens to be stuck here with me. Awkward, right?

[what_he_needs]

Which one.

[His expression had taken on an intense edge, hard angles and dim lighting making him look almost livid.] More than awkward, Gabriel.

[Painful, unbearable. Worse than that, Michael thought.]

[low_key_angel]

The one that I loved best. Lucifer. [It fucking hurts to think about, so resolutely Gabriel tosses back another shot, hunching over the bar miserably.] Problem is with the memory Dad gave us? I can't exactly drink to forget.

[what_he_needs]

...Lucifer.

[Michael had expected Gabriel to say it was, well, the other Michael. That being because what he knew of them so far, Michael was a bit more unsavory than Lucifer was. Unfortunately, Lucifer had done a good job so far of charming him. He quickly masked the surprised look on his face, and took another shot as well.]

Then we should talk about something else. Anything. [He shrugs a little, and nods in Gabriel's direction.]

[low_key_angel]

So far anyway. Haven't run into the other Michael yet. [And he can't imagine he's terribly high on big brother's 'happy to see' list.

Change of subject. Hell yes. Gabriel shoots him a vaguely grateful look.] Any good flying spots around here?

[what_he_needs]

I like the roof. But, that's mostly for the vantage point. It's.. as high up as anything is here.

[Michael had flown where he could, as high up as this strange world allowed him, but there wasn't too far that he could go.]

The beach is nice, quiet.