"I don't have to try to fall off to fall off," Gabriel said with a grin, lifting a finger and his chin both. The glass followed, and the archangel knocked it back hard and fast and then flicked the cup over to the bartender.

"Yes," Gabriel agreed. "Hell, give me beer next. I'm doing an experiment." He waggled his fingers at Owen as he said it, his smile turning sardonic. He'd never had to worry about mixing drinks, before. It was probably self-destructive to try it out now, because he knew what the result would be, but what the Hell; why not?