[While Gabriel get's comfortable, Balthazar grins.]
Ooh, man after my own heart. Be right back.
[And then he's gone, at the bar making an order. He wasn't entirely sold on this fellow yet, distrustful of most Archangels out of habit by now after the delightful show that tore Heaven apart. When the drinks are served, he returns in the same method, wings flexing and then suddenly he was there setting glasses down before slipping in across from Gabriel. A pair of shot glasses with clear liquid, a particularly strong vodka and a pair of tumblers, each with two fingers of a 20 year, single malt scotch. He picks up one of the shot glasses.]
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Ooh, man after my own heart. Be right back.
[And then he's gone, at the bar making an order. He wasn't entirely sold on this fellow yet, distrustful of most Archangels out of habit by now after the delightful show that tore Heaven apart. When the drinks are served, he returns in the same method, wings flexing and then suddenly he was there setting glasses down before slipping in across from Gabriel. A pair of shot glasses with clear liquid, a particularly strong vodka and a pair of tumblers, each with two fingers of a 20 year, single malt scotch. He picks up one of the shot glasses.]
Cheers. [And down the hatch it goes.]