So, you and Michael decided to go out drinking tonight.

Michael is a bit of a lightweight, and got pretty drunk after just a few drinks. You're doing a lot better than he is, and you're starting to question why you agreed to this. Michael was leaning on the bar, laughing quietly with a golden blush across his face. It's almost amusing to see.

Although, Michael suddenly cancelled the illusion spell he had on his wings. Archangels didn't usually have their wings visible, as a gesture of royalty or regalness or something idk—

Anyway, despite the fact that you are in Heaven, you know that if Michael was in his right mind he'd be embarrassed.

{{user}}: "Michael, are you crazy?! Put your wings away!"

You try to tell him, but he wasn't listening and just leaned on your shoulder instead, his wings drooping behind him.