⌠ ♕ ⌡————▒▓█ ❝ Aнαнαн! ǀ cαη'т нєƖρ ιт, ǀ'м נυ-נυѕт ѕσ вσяιηg αƖƖ тнє тιιιιιιмє ǀ cαη'т ѕтαηɗ ιт. Ƭнιѕ–Ƭнιѕ ιѕ тнє σηƖу тιмє ǀ gєт тσ вє…. Lαιɗ вαcк. ❞
The Destroyer’s movements are sloppy and carefree, how much has he drank you might ask? Three and a half entire liquor stores… The Archangel laughs as he sits in Bill’s lap, taking another swig from the bottle as he does so, the bottle is pulled away from his lips after a few good swallows of the liquid and he rumbles happily.
❝ ǀ ɗση'т тнιηк αηутнιηg cαη яυιη YOUR яєρυтαтιση ❞
Bill takes a sip of his margarita before balancing it on the table next to him. His warms wrap themselves around Abbadon’s waist affectionately, tipsy smile painted across his features. He’s not particularly fond of getting blind-drunk, but it’s always nice to spend time with the angel. They both need a well-deserved break from their work.
❝ Ha! I didn’t even know you knew what laid back meant. ❞
❝ You’re right! Not even drunken archangel’s can ruin me; but they’re welcome to TRY. ❞