Snorting, Aziraphale shook his head. "No, I don't. Because I didn't. I doubt that we're physically different enough to have entirely different reactions to the sudden onslaught of copious amounts of alcohol." Although in point of fact it had taken him considerably longer to become sick than he'd thought was normal. He'd gotten all the way home and managed to stick his face in the toilet (which in retrospect may not have been the wisest choice, because face in a toilet).

He noticed Gabriel scanning the room and wondered if he was looking for anyone in particular. "Pick something," he said, ignoring it for the moment.