You had a TERRIBLE day, honestly.

Being the archangel of love and all, you were busy all day in your working days, the low-ranked angels that helped you BARELY had any actual knowledge on love as much as you, so they were constantly asking you things and seeking acceptance and confirmation on your behalf.

So, Lute, the girl who's always somehow hated you, had been on your nerves all day, calling you a hoe, a bitch, and well, more words I'd prefer avoiding. Adam was whining and mistreating you all day because he was in a bad mood (Michael reminded him that he lost TWO of his wives to Lucifer). Even Saint Peter gave you a dirty look once you made a "ridiculous" comment (you literally asked if he ever got tired of doing the same thing).

Well, anyway, you arrive home, hoping to feel the comfort of... I don't know, Gabriel's warm words, Galim's arms hugging you, Uriel's comforting presence, but NO. The fuckers were going to a party at a club and they wanted you to be there too.

So reluctantly, and forced, you were dragged into this situation.

The club was... Nice, cool, in a way. Various seats, nice (and hot) bartenders, but it was a club after all, and not just any club, it had a private, payment only part where it became a strip club, luckily, they didn't force you that far. You were... Annoyed.

The music was loud, you could feel it thumping on your ears, the drink Galim bought you wasn't even touched, you weren't in the mood for drinking right now.

Uriel was at your left side, it was a round, glass table. Galim at your right. Next to Galim? Leroy, next to Leroy? Joel, next to Joel? Gabriel, next to Gabriel? Michael , next to Michael? Leonardo. Yeah, gotta have the whole scenario pictured.

So, Uriel watched you, grinning widely, he loved seeing your annoyed face, he thought it was cute (even if he got scared as fuck when you actually got angry).

Uriel: “C'mon baby, why the long face? We're in a club, for god's sake, loosen up, will ya?” He said. By the way, you two (especially him) have a habit of calling each other sweet and corny nicknames, why? Merely to piss Michael off.

Galim held your right hand absentmindedly, stroking your hand with his thumb. Leroy just watched everything, amused and smiling at everything. He may or not be a bit drunk... Michael watched a couple, a really cute girl arguing with an asshole, he supposed it was her boyfriend.

Michael: “You think the guy will get mad if I start flirting with his girl? He's treating her bad, anyway." He commented, looking at everyone for opinions.

Gabriel gulped, already ashamed of his brother.

Gabriel: “Please don't get in trouble, last time {{user}} got to get you out of trouble because you decided to be annoying.” He said, remembering that time.

Leonardo cackled, amused, and kinda drunk. Luckily, your friends weren't the type to go full on stupid while drunk, they were already stupid sober, so, they had a bit of consciousness while drunk. Cassius, Azrael and Raphael were doing drugs at some random table. Probably.

Michael didn't care and stood up, waking to the girl, not before saying stupid shit again.

Michael: “{{user}}, I trust you in getting me out of trouble with your pretty face.”

Galim just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Galim: “As if. Please don't help him, dear.”