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Post by crowley on Jul 6, 2011 20:18:44 GMT -5
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
the ceremony of innocence is drowned  ---A Bar, off some long stretch of road, USA--- Oh fantastic.
When did that get back? With everything else he had to deal with, process, handle, sort out and anything else that was annoyingly time consuming, the last thing he needed was worrying an ill informed re-animated angel who not only had little care for what it smited, but liked to do it in ingenious and entertaining ways. Now king of hell or not, Crowley had to admit he wasn’t about to take on one of the archangel’s and win. Not even a previously dead one. Running the show didn’t also mean he was impervious to the winged bastards. Unfortunately. That would be handy.
So yet another time consuming trip. Luckily, Crowley had enough lacky’s and men on the topside to be able to find out just about anything in record time. Wanted to know Johnny Depp’s schedule? No problem. Next terrorist attack location? Easy. An archangel’s favourite drinking haunt? A little harder but not exactly unachievable. So it had taken a little longer than he’d expected and a few people, sorry…minions had gotten fired for it, but he’d gotten his location. It wasn’t the classiest place Crowley’d been in but it wasn’t the worst, he supposed.
The demon stepped over the threshold of the bar, some place that didn’t exactly look run down but it wasn’t The Ritz, and grimaced a little. This was no place for royalty, and by royalty he meant himself, not the fluffy. Still if he wanted an audience with him, best place was going to be somewhere public where smiting wouldn’t be a wise display to make, and somewhere Gabriel felt comfortable, home territory as it were. Turning up in his bedroom at 5am for a chat wasn’t ever going to be a good idea. So here he was, taking a moment out of his busy schedule because some thoughtless git had decided it was a good time to come back from the dead and make himself a nuisance.
He took his seat at the end of the bar, his tailored suit without a single crease as he perched his none too tall but taller than Gabriel vessel on the bar stool after checking it was clean. He ordered himself his usual, even if it wasn’t his favourite brand of: Scotch, and then a glass of Vodka and waited. God help anyone who approached him tonight. He knew what he looked like, a middle aged business man in a bar was usually on the pull or looking for a companion to whisk back to his hotel. Normally some blonde bimbo who wanted paid for the pleasure of her company, but Crowley’s taste in company was a little less blonde, a little more snarky and a lot more male. If you weren’t Gabriel himself, you didn’t want to approach him tonight.
He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, hazel eyes watching the whirlpool of scotch run just under the rim of the glass and whirl into the centre again, thinking. Thinking over what exactly he was going to say here. How did you explain to a previously dead archangel the situation? It wasn’t too easy he had to admit. Public place meant smiting wasn’t likely but it wasn’t granted that he wouldn’t. He could find another drinking haunt after all. Even the ruler of hell, as a demon, had to be cautious of Archangels.
Hey, could be worse, least he wasn’t Michael.
Hey, My Name’s Crowley, I’m the king of hell and I’m on your side. I’ve been working with the Winchesters. Don’t smite me. Well, it was direct but he doubted it was the best of approaches. He guessed he had a few minute’s…he’d work something out that sounded moderately suave and believable. 
Notes: Words 623
Location: A Bar, somewhere.
Tagged: Gabriel.
and what rough beast, its hour come round
at last, slouches toward bethlehem to be born? |
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Post by gabriel on Jul 6, 2011 21:12:37 GMT -5
  Gabriel was always one to love dramatic entrances. Whenever he shows up the party always seems to just jump and come alive. Of course, he uses his mojo to do this, but it wasn't like it was illegal or anything. Not once had he seen a law against using your other worldly powers to seduce unsuspecting women and cause giant shin digs that even the most prominent party hosts would envy.
So, he figured nothing was wrong with it. It wasn't like there was anyone to tell him not to do it. Michael and Luci were locked up and good ole Raphy was swimming with the holy fishes of Heaven. So, the only one Gabe could consider stronger than him at the moment was Castiel. But Castiel would never interfere with matters such as drugs, sex and good old fashion dbp. (Death By Partying)
With this being said, the Gabester showed up at his favorite bar, surrounded by googly eyed women that clawed and clinged to him. His lips formed into a rather cocky smirk as he pushed them inside the building, looking around. It was pretty quiet there, but not for long. Gabriel wouldn't allow it to be that way. He enjoyed commotion too much.
He snapped his fingers, bright neon lights appearing and flashing this way and that. Hyped up dance music began pulsing through the air and the bar goers that just sat there suddenly became animated and flushed. People began dancing this way and that, the only thing other than the music that rang through the air was laughter and the constant chatter of good times and great booze.
Gabriel surveyed his work before taking one of his following ladies and twirled her in his arms, planting a kiss on her lips. She blushed and he waved for her and the others to go dance and do whatever.
The archangel glanced around and found himself staring curiously at a middle aged man, whom looked at him as though he had been expecting the trickster. Then it hit him. A red flag popped up in his mind and he realized that he was gawking over at a demon, not just some Bimbo batting his eyelashes at him.
Gabe ordered a cocktail, winked at the bartender (as he usually did when he came here) and plopped down next to the demon. "I have a feeling you didn't come here for sleazy hotel sex and bar brawls. Whats your dealio, demon boy? Why are you giving me the goo-goo eyes?"
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Post by crowley on Jul 8, 2011 10:42:25 GMT -5
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
the ceremony of innocence is drowned ---A Bar, off some long stretch of road, USA--- "I have a feeling you didn't come here for sleazy hotel sex and bar brawls. Whats your dealio, demon boy? Why are you giving me the goo-goo eyes?"
That warranted a smirk from the demon, which twitched to life almost anamatronically across his lips. He’d raised his drink, elbows on the bar and staring straight ahead when Gabriel had addressed him and sat down beside him, balancing the edge of the scotch filled tumbler on his lower lip, not yet looking at him again. Smooth was a good word for him. A crossroads demon sitting next to an Archangel, casual as anything, sipping away at his national drink: not too many demons, even of the highest of ranks, would have kept a cool like this in the presence of an Arch. Not only was he cool, he’d sought this out. So, Gabriel was aware he was a demon, well that made breaking the ice just that little bit easier. He sipped his scotch one, tumbler still to his lower lip when he lowered it again and smirked against the glass rim, eyes still on the mirror behind the array of bottles on the bar in front of them.
“I didn’t, but if you’re offering…”
And then another sip of his scotch. After a few seconds to let that awkward response sink into the archangel beside him, he turned his hazel eyes on the other without moving his head, glass still not lowered from his mouth just yet, seeming to enjoy balancing it against his lower lip. Eventually he lowered it, completely ignoring the goo-goo eyes comment because his reply about sleazy hotel sex was enough of a witty retort to satisfy Crowley’s need for the upper hand in their witty banter antics. He’d like to see Gabriel recover from that one without the cliché ‘hey mate I don’t swing that way’ reply. Because that was old, and fairly obvious from the amount of women he had hanging off him.
“I’ve got to admit…”
He continued with an air of enlightenment in his tone as he turned on his bar stool a little now, looking at him a little more directly and gave him a semi frown, somewhat pained expression as if he’d just been told hell froze over or his Nan died.
“…I expected a better taste in music.”
He looked deadly serious on the subject, chances are we probably was. No he didn’t like the music, thumping, tasteless repetitive trance that did little more than give the somewhat more refined demon a headache. He was all for a good time, but some tasteless music whose lyrics consisted of ‘do you wanna do it, baby?’ was really about as far from his cup of tea as dressing in Burberry and walking around grabbing his crotch. Still, at the very least all of his commotion and partying displayed to him that Gabriel lived up to his reputation. Party animal of the cloud fortress he was indeed. He took up his glass of scotch again and offered him a short lived and somewhat forced smile through the chaos around them. He’d enjoyed it much more when it was quieter.
“…Nice Vessel, by the way. My name’s Crowley, If you’re not familiar with that name then you’re further out of the loop than I thought. Being dead will do that for you, I suppose. I wouldn’t say Me and the Winchesters are top’n’tailing, but we are, at the very least, sharing the same ideal’s, and since you fluffy’s have an annoying tendency to pop up throughout this whole affair, I thought I’d give you ‘Don’t smite me, I’m on your side’ speech.”
Notes: Not at all, I’m none too fond of hip pumping Rave music, it’s trashy. [Words: 609]
Location: A Bar.
Tagged: Gabriel
and what rough beast, its hour come round
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Post by gabriel on Jul 8, 2011 13:30:46 GMT -5
Gabriel laughed, almost doing a spit take of cocktail. "Sorry but the offers only for people with a little more hair. But if you get some of that Bosley hair growing product, then maybe we can talk." Of course, Gabriel was just joking about the whole 'maybe we can talk' thing. He wasn't gay, all though he did realize a few centuries ago he seemed to attract men as well as women. He didn't have the slightest clue why though. How had they managed to get gay vibes from him? As far as Gabe knew kissing lots of women does not equal homosexuality.
"Well I can tell your not a party person." the archangel states simply as Crowley complains about the music. "If you really hate it so bad why don't you sca-daddle and go listen to some Beethoven." He grinned rather wryly and set down his now empty glass and ordered another drink. "Keep em coming, sweetheart, the Gabester's dying over here." Gabriel called over to the bartender before turning back to his new demon acquaintance.
He felt a bit weird, talking to a demon in a Bar. The only time he ever talked to a demon was usually when he was about kill one. Of course, it didn't happen as often as people would think. Compared to his other brothers he was quite the easy going angel. Gabriel tried to keep the smiting to a minimum, even though it was quite entertaining.
"A speech? Save your breath, bucko. I don't care if you are working with the Winnie Boys or not, I wouldn't smite you unless you A) Steal my butterfingers (nobody's gonna lay a finger on my butterfinger) or B) Piss me off." Gabriel smirked as glass upon glass was set down in front of him and he downed them all.
"I'm not one of those crazy "kill demons for no reason" archies. If your looking for one of those you'd have to go see my brother's Luci and Douchey."
Luci was Lucifer, Douchey was Michael. Gabriel loved his brother's but sometimes they were just WAY too melodramatic. He was actually somewhat glad they were locked away now. It didn't mean that he didn't miss them, but it was sure as hell better now that those two apocalypse hell bent idiots were out of the picture.
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Post by crowley on Jul 8, 2011 14:34:53 GMT -5
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
the ceremony of innocence is drowned ---A Bar, off some long stretch of road, USA--- “I could always get a Vessel change…”
He smirked, because both of them knew well he really could. Gender with demon’s was a preference, because after you’re dead it really doesn’t matter what you had in life, a soul is a soul and not necessarily gender transferable after death. Crowley? Well, Sure he’d been a man once, in life, but he’d been a bisexual one so what did it matter? Soul wise it was all about what you knew, not what you were. He’d taken a female vessel once or twice in his long years but it was a might bit uncomfortable if he was honest. Breasts were heavy and walking in stiletto heels was nothing short of a joke. Whoever invented those might as well have hammered nails up into the heels of their feet and walked on those. Owch. Of course, the vessel change was a joke, although for an Archangel and the chance to brag about it, he might consider.
“…and you’d be wrong about the party person comment. I’m not exactly the tea party high society type, but nor do I appreciate trash.”
A bit harsh, but his honest opinion, and Gabriel should treasure the moment because getting honesty out of Crowley was like killing Chuck Norris…near impossible, but in achievable in theory. He looked over Gabriel with an open appreciation for his looks. Gabriel was a slight man, Lithe of frame, short and for a moment he internally chuckled at the idea of Gabriel standing aside Dean’s Moose. Brown eyes and striking features and to top that off, hair that you just wanted to touch. Did he care if it made Gabriel uncomfortable? Nope. In fact he willed it too.
“Well your lack of smite happy attitude is comforting, Gabriel, but I’m not the type to leave it to chance.”
He replied. He didn’t get where he was because he guessed and left things to fate. He was a control freak, liked things to be run his way or not at all. Informing Gabriel was just another way to further control his surroundings, manipulate it and make sure things went his way and never any other. Any part of his life that wasn’t under his control was a part Crowley had to fix, or eliminate. Considering eliminating Gabriel wasn’t exactly possible for him, he stuck to this.
“…See, here’s the thing…”
He turned to him, placing a hand on his knee both for his immediate attention and to make Gabriel nervous. Nervousness was a double edged sword to use as a weapon. On the one hand, making powerful things nervous made them more dangerous and volatile, but it also made them reckless and doubting, and put Crowley as a calmer advantage point.
“…Like you, and everyone else with more than a single brain cell, I don’t want the end of the world.”
Even if he was a demon.
“…and I’ll tell you why. I have a thriving business. My wife left it to me after she died. Got killed…sacrificed herself for Lucifer’s rise or something like that, but anyway, without punters, I’ll have no income, and without income, What use is the pit? And frankly, I’d hate to see the City of Dis crumble…that would be a crying shame.”
Notes: Ah, debilitatingly witty as always Gabriel, how WILL I ever over come such a dastardly clever retort? –Flat looks-
Location: Bar.
Tagged: Gabriel
and what rough beast, its hour come round
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Post by gabriel on Jul 8, 2011 15:37:41 GMT -5
Gabriel was only half listening to what Crowley was saying until that damn hand went on his knee. It was creepy...and awkward. He cringed slightly at it and his smile turned into more of a frown rather than a cocky smirk. "So you want to save the world, tra-la-la-la, Don't we all?" He rolled his eyes.
This demon seemed rather intent on not getting smited and that only just made Gabriel want to smite him more. He had a thriving business? Gabe snickered to himself. Demons ran business's now? Oh. A business in Hell. That was what he was referring to. Well, that made a lot more sense. He couldn't picture demons working at a tooth paste factory.
Or, maybe he could.
"What are you trying to accomplish by telling me this? If your wanting me to promise you that I won't hurt you, because your "an ally" you better just turn around and waltz out those doors right now."He motioned towards the front doors. "I don't care about Hell's affairs. I don't care about you and whatever lack of income you have."
It was true. Gabriel had enough stress from Heavenly affairs. The last thing he wanted was to listen to the babbling and complaining from a demon about Hell. He didn't even feel the slightest bit of sympathy. Maybe a miniscule amount of pity, if you could even consider it that.
Gabriel looked at him seriously for a moment before relaxing once more and grinning cheekily. "Now if you excuse me...I have a pinata I need busting open." He pointed over to the middle of the sea of people. Hanging above head after head was a blue donkey pinata, just waiting for Gabe to attack it.
I hope it has snickers in it...Mmmm...Snickers...
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Post by crowley on Jul 16, 2011 10:06:16 GMT -5
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
the ceremony of innocence is drowned ---A Bar, off some long stretch of road, USA--- “Can you keep your mind in the game for two seconds?”
Crowley was growing slightly impatient with this less than sensible excuse for an archangel, and this…THIS was supposed to be one of Heaven’s greats, All powerful? Either that was a joke from cloud City or this specific Angel was JUST that arrogant and careless that he’d happily sit by and watch everyone else struggle to keep the world from burning. Last he’d checked the angel had died for the cause so what had changed? Sure, Thingy’s were in the box, but that meant nothing. The good fight was still going on and despite the fact he’d been less than useful in some area’s, he was still batting against team world burn and enslavement legalized. Raphael was a utopian prick, last thing a demon like him needed was a world run by some imperialist government where you could get publically flogged so much as spitting on the side walk. No, all of these other people’s plans that the Winchesters were bucking so hard against to rock did not suit his own plans.
He waved his hand in front of Gabriel’s face with a look of both disgust and slight concern for the Angel’s complete lack of care for the politics going on around him. He had no idea someone could still put such total faith in the ‘ignorance is bliss’ saying. As far as he was concerned, it had long been discovered that ignorance was not bliss, but was in fact stupidity, of which this angel seemed to be carrying a proud abundance.
“For the Angel who supposedly came down at the birth of Jesus, and by the way there are some fantastic portraits of that…Do you wonder why humans interpreted you as a woman?...for THAT angel you seem to be caring an awful lot less about the world and a lot more about sugar treats and ass.”
He knew he was walking a fine line, as a demon speaking to an archangel such a way, but he had a fair point.
“…I don’t mean to alarm you, and I’m under no surprised about your lack of care for the affairs of hell, but if the world goes to pot you best be sure they’ll be no more wild parties and stupid confectionary stuffed paper animals.”
Notes: Do I have your attention? [words: 386, sorry about the extensive delay, between twisting my ankle and work demands, it’s been a lot busier than usual]
Location: Bar
Tagged: Gabriel
and what rough beast, its hour come round
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Post by gabriel on Jul 26, 2011 14:22:09 GMT -5
Gabriel wasn't surprised at Crowley's blunt response to his actions. It was the kind of response Gabe usually got when he was acting like an overgrown child. It was a funny thing, the archangel actually did care, but anyone that saw him was none the wiser. He had managed to fashion such an elaborate pokerface that he was sure the only one that would be able to see past his candy bars and shit eating grin was God himself.
Gabriel, after giving one last longing look at the pinata returned his full and utter attention to the King of Hell, who probably figured the archangel an ignorant imbecile by now. His face, which was beaming seconds before, was now dead serious. His smile was still on but it seemed more forced than earlier. "You don't think I realize that? I know what will happen when the world goes to pot, you don't have to draw it out for me."
He rolled his eyes as he continued on. "What do you expect me to do anyways, Crowls? I can't do anything, remember the last time I tried to "save the world"? It only resulted in me getting a nice shiv up the ass!" Gabriel narrowed his eyes as if to say "I dare you to answer that." He'd just love to hear what Mr. Crowley had in mind. Was he expecting Gabe to help out or what? Yeah yeah, he was an archangel. But that was no good now, even his archangel blade wouldn't be able to kill Castiel.
Unless, killing Castiel wasn't what "Team Free Will" was planning. Perhaps they were going to try and remove the souls? Well their going to have a grand ole time trying to do that...
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Post by crowley on Jul 26, 2011 17:31:29 GMT -5
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
the ceremony of innocence is drowned ---A Bar, off some long stretch of road, USA--- “Are you sure I don’t? I’m fully capable of drawing you a little picture.”
He shot back at the now pretty serious looking archangel. Well thank god, the dickweed does have a serious bone in that borrowed body after all. Who’d have known? Here he was thinking Gabriel was all paper animals and Barbie doll escorts. How wrong he was…Or not. Yes, he was fully aware he was mouthing off to a creature that, king of hell or not, could flatten him in seconds but on the other hand, He didn’t think Gabriel was about to destroy any allies of Team free will no matter how irritating or mouthy they got, because frankly the good sided needed all and any help it could get. Even if it was king of the very thing they were sort of fighting against. Sort of. Crowley didn’t exactly count Hell as being the enemy, Lucifer was, and Lucifer was an Angel. Which was a joke when you thought about it: A demon should rule hell, not some tantruming fluffy who fell out with his daddy.
He adjusted himself on the seat when asked what he wanted him to do about it. Well, he’d mostly come here just to make sure that should he have to run into the candy crunching wonder on the job then he wouldn’t have to dodge the smiting until someone explained the situation. He reached up and patted Gabriel’s shoulder almost mockingly, because Crowley was that damn arrogant. He stared back as he got that look that dared him to answer and sure, for a second he did think twice about it but unfortunately the demon was just slightly too far up himself not to rise to such bait.
“…Gabby baby, have you ever heard the saying “All it takes for evil to win, is for good men to do nothing?”…hm?”
He rose a brow questioningly at him. He really didn’t know what he wanted from Gabriel as yet, he simply wanted him on his side, an asset to call upon. A big ol’ Archangel. How frigging useful would that be?
“…I want your allegiance, not your content.”
Notes: [Late is fine, we all have work or school or something in the unfortunate realm we all called ‘Real life’…XD] Words: 358
Location: Probably a gay bar.
Tagged: Gaybriel XD
and what rough beast, its hour come round
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Post by gabriel on Jul 27, 2011 14:17:19 GMT -5
"Actually, no, I've never heard that saying before. Sorry, my head must have been in the clouds, that would explain why I'm completely oblivious to crappy quotes such as that." Smirking, Gabriel added in. "Oh an no pun intended."
Gabriel shifted in his seat a little. So he wasn't required to do anything but merely be on their side? He mulled it over for a minute. All Crowley wanted was to have the archangel on speed dial? Gabe shrugged, what was there to lose?
It wasn't like they were ever going to call upon him for his help anyways. Even if they did, he's an archangel, he was pretty sure he could take on whatever they had in mind. Unless of course, it had to deal with him taking on Castiel. Then he'd be a no show for sure.
"Your lucky I'm in an awesome mood." The archangel states, fingers tapping against the counter top. "I'll agree to this little "allegiance" of yours, but in return...." He raised a finger. "You have to 1. Never call me Gabby again. 2. Don't expect me to save your ass every time your about to get smited. and 3. Never touch me, ever."
Gabriel gave Crowley the evil eye. "And if you have a problem with any of my terms you can kiss my feathery ass." He just hoped Crowley didn't take that last bit seriously. The thought made him cringe. Why? Why did he have to attract gay men? Gabe wanted to face-palm right then and there.
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Post by crowley on Jul 28, 2011 2:14:59 GMT -5
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
the ceremony of innocence is drowned ---A Bar, off some long stretch of road, USA--- “Deal on it.”
Quick to demand reassurance of such an agreement, not about to settle for a verbal agreement with the trickster: He wasn’t stupid. He smiled to him a little smugly as if he thought he had Gabriel backed into a corner a little bit, even if he knew that was both a) unlikely and b) Dangerous if he had done. Gabriel had himself a temper, and more importantly, he was about three million times more powerful than the little, albeit king of hell, crossroads demon perched on the stool beside him. He also knew the terms and conditions Gabriel stated probably wouldn’t get him a deal out of the Angel, because although they were what Gabriel wanted, they weren’t a lot. If he thought for a second he could get away with it he’d have just settled for it, but no, he knew when he had to offer a little more.
“…Your terms and conditions are all well and good and acceptable, Gabriel, but frankly your word on anything is worth about as much as a knock off Rolex.”
He gave him a smug grin showing straight pearl white teeth, putting his elbow on the bar where his wrist displayed a gold genuine Rolex just for effect to his statement. He knew well it wasn’t easy to coax certain types into demon deals, and angels were one of them. Let alone an Archangel, but then Crowley wasn’t asking for his soul. Or grace, or whatever Angels had that would be the soul equivalent. No, he simply wanted a get out of jail free card. He wouldn’t be foolish enough to call him against Castiel, right now he wouldn’t even have called Michael himself against Castiel. If Crowley got himself into trouble against Cas right now he’d pretty much bend over and kiss his ass goodbye. That situation was a ‘stay clear’ one. But there were more things out there than Castiel for a little political demon to worry about, and having An arch on his arm to show up and do his little light tricks would probably come in handy one day. Call it more of a deterrent than a weapon. So, to sweeten the deal…
“...You’re being asked for a deal from a crossroads for your alliance and all you want is your personal space? I pegged you for many things, but a cheap date wasn’t one of them.”
Notes: Play hard to get all you like Gabriel, we both know you’re in denial. Words: 402.
Location: Gay Bar.
Tagged: Gabriel.
and what rough beast, its hour come round
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Post by gabriel on Jul 28, 2011 22:39:26 GMT -5
Make a deal? With Crowley? Uh...No. Nope. No way. No thank you. Never going to happen. Yeah, he didn't want his soul, but Gabriel doesn't make deals. Period. No way, no how. It was just common sense if you thought about. Making deals with Crossroad demons always found a way to wiggle up and bite you right on the ass. It didn't matter if you were making a deal about a freakin' cupcake, it would come back to haunt you. Not just haunt you, but completely destroy you. The future is always much brighter when you have no restraints bound by promises.
That's why Gabriel doesn't do deals and promises. He has a sad tendency to break them, so he just doesn't do them. Not like you could break a deal though. A little kids pinky promise is a lot different than a promise bound by demons. Especially a demon that is the biggest douche-nozzle of the twenty first century. Hell, he's the biggest one of every century.
"A cheap date?" Gabriel laughed. "Oh yeah, I'm a hella cheap date. Just liquor me up, baby." His voice dripped with sarcasm as he ordered some vodka. Oh yeah, he was definitely needing something to drink right now. Especially now that he was stuck talking with Mr. Big Shot Demon. He was still intent on getting to that pinata and it hadn't left his subconscious yet.
The archangel lifted the drink to his lips. "I could smite you right now..." He says, taking a big gulp of vodka. "But instead I'm just going to politely shoot down your offer of dealing. Its not my thing. Except for when hookers are involved. Then its definitely my thing."
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