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

[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.