"'We'? Ooooh, you." Gabriel squinted and jabbed a finger at him, his expression a mix of accusing and amused and just plain drunken happiness. "I knew you couldn't be trusted. Taking advantage of a drunken angel like that, how could you. I'm appalled!" He threw up and arm and tilted over, though it was, fortunately, in the direction of the bar rather than the floor.
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