"That would be vaguely disturbing if," he could actually make him polka-dotted without him noticing. Balthazar knew he would have to be black-out drunk for Gabriel to ever make his threat come to life, which he didn't plan on being. "You weren't off your game." Despite not being enthused about the whole thing, seeing as he wasn't twelve, Balthazar still pulled the piece of rubber into place on his fingers.

He recalled when being an angel meant something. The whole being worshiped, respected, and terrifyingly holy thing; being a soldier of Heaven and smiting things. Yes, he clearly remembered those days as he was swiftly reminded of the fact that three former angels were sitting in a run-down bar, trying to out drink the other.

Maybe it this was recollection or the fact that it was purposeful that caused him to miss. Either way, he missed a glass by a fraction of a millimeter and simply sighed. "Better luck next time."