Gabriel had been making steady in-roads into the bar's resources for close to a three hours now. Sure, at first he hadn't held back in favour of keeping an eye out for someone interesting, but eventually that slid into 'seeing how much alcohol it took to get a powerless angel drunk'. And he had a lot of practice drinking.

"Heeey, Mr Brit!" Gabriel waggled his finger at Malcolm with a lazy, lopsided grin. "You'd be s'prised how clarifying beer goggles can be." He put his head on the side and lifted his glass. "B'sides, it's whiskey."