"Oh, right." It hadn't quite been on his mind. He found the buzzing at the back of his head quite delightfully distracted, and didn't even notice when he had started leaning towards Crowley's side of the seat. He's also not really used to drinking in high altitudes, so that can be blamed for it.
He idly clears his throat, sits straight up, and closes his eyes for a moment, focusing for a moment. A deep breath and he's back to sobriety. A bit unfortunate, really, but one must do.
The angel looks out the window again, watching as the lights get closer, and he can't help but to smile a bit.
"This isn't so bad." So far, no ambushes. No undercover demonic or angelic agent in the plane. And the wine was pretty good. Doing great, all things considered.
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Date: 2019-07-22 11:31 am (UTC)He idly clears his throat, sits straight up, and closes his eyes for a moment, focusing for a moment. A deep breath and he's back to sobriety. A bit unfortunate, really, but one must do.
The angel looks out the window again, watching as the lights get closer, and he can't help but to smile a bit.
"This isn't so bad." So far, no ambushes. No undercover demonic or angelic agent in the plane. And the wine was pretty good. Doing great, all things considered.