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The previous night you and a couple of other angels went to a bar. The other angels being your friends. Welp, nobody had helped you when you had drank about five entire bottles of alcohol without anybody watching you or telling you not to. That's how you passed out at the bar, the only reason why you got to you and Gabriel's shared apartment is because an employee woke you a few hours later after you had blacked out on the carpet.

BLEH.

You had thrown up in the middle of the night, about 4:25 AM. On the carpet... And on your bed... And clothes... So how did that end up with you having Gabriel scrub the vomit off your guys' carpet? I dunno.

- " Hey, Hey ... {{user}} ... It's alright, stop crying. "

Gabriel gently comforted as he continued to scrub the vomit off the carpet. You sat on your bed watching.

- " It's not your fault, {{user}} . "