you've got to lose inhibition

[trickntreats]

WHO: Gabriel (Sylvester Wilton), Balthazar (Alexander Wilton), Aziraphale (John Gates); [OPEN]
WHAT: A family outing. Of sorts.
WHERE: At the bar to start with, but potentially anywhere else over the course of the night too. Use Gabriel and randomness as an excuse whenever necessary.
WHEN: Evening of Thursday 26 April 2012
NOTES: Sort-of party-post! The three angels will be together for at least the beginning, and at the bar, but they will be going elsewhere and available for interactions by everyone else too. Go ahead and let us know in the subject line if you'd like any of them individually/in pairs.
Keep to posting order, but initial order is open regarding whomever happens to tag first.


Now that Gabriel had two of his brothers in the Cave with him, there was only one thing left to do: Family Outing. Heaven was far from conducive regarding family outings, especially after the Fall, and since his time on Earth there was a never-acknowledged part of the archangel that sort-of wanted to try it.

Just spending time with family. Too much to ask with his, apparently, but now they were all three of them stuck in the Cave together, why the Hell not? At least he could always play it off as just trying to be annoying.

Which was why he turned up at Balthazar and Aziraphale's doors with a makeshift party-hat, jolly and cheerful and not listening at all to any of their objections. The only real concession he made to the Cave's rules was to tell Aziraphale that of course he was family, he was adopted because of Dream similarities and therefore he still didn't have a choice in the matter.

And then he dragged them toward the bar.

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[delightme]

"Supposed to work here," he corrected, after the scotch was gone. Oh well, he had to shoot a string of elastic at a glass. It wasn't as if he couldn't accidentally miss or anything. "Remind me again how you're my --" Older brother, luckily, went unsaid. He realized a fraction of a second close to 'too late' before he realized that he probably looked like the oldest.

Damn vessel.

"Brother?" he managed to say finally. He sighed, holding his hand out. "You can at least give me the bloody band."

[trickntreats]

"You'd probably die someplace like a morgue," Gabriel told Aziraphale as he turned to retrieve the band. "Or a church. Just to make it easier for people when they bury you."

The archangel dropped the band into Balthazar's palm and then raised a finger with a smirk. "You're just lucky. Now, stakes! If you miss, you get an extra round to drink. If you miss on purpose, you're going to wake up tomorrow with a hangover and polka-dots. And I will be able to tell, bro."

[tartanisstylish]

Lucky is not the word I'd use, John thought, and then realized that, one, they weren't really listening to him, so it wasn't worth saying, and two, he likely wouldn't have said it anyway. He was experiencing a certain level of confusion at the moment, and while he doubted that an abundance of alcohol would help matters, at least if he drank and kept silent he might not get any polka-dots.

"Yes, very probably," he muttered, sarcasm edging his voice. "Or fall into an open grave." He ordered another glass and sighed, looking over at Balthazar to watch the display, vaguely entertained despite himself. He wasn't sure why the other man was playing along when he didn't seem to be enjoying himself any more than John was.

[delightme]

"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."

[trickntreats]

"Don't make me up the stakes, now," Gabriel said, waggling his finger at Balthazar. Not that it wasn't true, which was the pain of it. It had been a while since he'd had to work so hard to come up with things himself.

The archangel scrutinised Balthazar for a moment, but the flicker of weary melancholy that had crossed the younger angel's face made Gabriel decide it had been a real miss. He snapped his fingers at the bartender. "A shot, then! And then another round for everyone."

Of course, that was when he realised that there was no way to get the rubber string back. Gabriel frowned at the glass which had had the audacity to not get hit, then looked around the bar. As his eyes fell on an out-of-uniform Worker a sudden smirk burst onto his face. "Last one finish has to spike our friend over there's drink with--" He reached over the counter and snatched up a saltshaker. "This. I'd run out to get some hot sauce, but I don't think I can trust you reprobates alone. And don't get caught, or we'll all be in bigger trouble than just having a hangover."

It was pretty tame, as things went, but given what the Worker was drinking the salt would have a Hell of an effect.