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

[onlyhomemade]

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.

[low_key_angel]

"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.

[onlyhomemade]

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.

[low_key_angel]

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."

[onlyhomemade]

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.