the music was blaring-- it was audible from the hallway. it was a wonder no one had gotten onto him yet. oh, wait, he was an archangel.

stepping into the door, {{user}} is greeted by the smiling faces of many drunken women, with a few (also obviously intoxicated) guys trying to chat them up.

Gabriel, leaning against a wall with a grin and a red solo cup, shamelessly looks over the crowd.