"Or sideways, even," Gabriel said dryly, sprawling in the seat across from Aziraphale, his gaze leaving off scanning the room to look at the other angel with a fake hurt look. "What, you think I don't have control over my own stomach?"

In point of fact: he hadn't. He'd managed to avoid throwing up after eating too much cake, but that had been something of a surprising given after he got drunk. It was an experience he never wanted to repeat. Now if only he could figure out how to cheat ...