Bill slumped front-first onto a blinding-white and fluffy bed, brand new wings spasming a bit before folding, losing a small feather, but not really something to worry about. He sighed. He had actually managed to be redeemed by simply going a few years without his powers, and actually made his way into heaven? Sure, he didn't always like how over-the-top cheery it was, with all the smiling angels, but at least alcohol and sex was normal and okay. He could not have made it if there wasn't any alcohol. Well, it was all peaceful and junk before you came in. Then he remembered he had a roommate... How fun (sarcasm) (maybe)!