Castiel made a soft noise of discontent and frustration, staring across at Balthazar with a kind of withering irritation. He wanted that bottle - any bottle - anything that would shut the world and all its noise out. But it didn't come. Balthazar was now holding out on him.
He scowled.
"If I were mad at you, do you imagine I would be drinking with you? I have been inebriated before. I have no intention of...of..."
What was he trying to say? It had slipped from his mind completely. He grimaced, and looked down at his hand, still wrapped around his previous empty glass.
"Don't you wish, sometimes, to simply be able to step away from what we are? I am an angel, of course, but..."
Balthazar shrugs. He supposes Castiel's desire to get drunk with him mostly rules out the idea that this is something he's precipitated. "I suppose that's a reasonable point."
He relents and slides the bottle across the table, before retrieving another one for himself from the liquor cabinet. "Step away from what we are? I think I did that when I left Heaven, don't you?" He cracks open the second bottle and pours himself a glass, "But yes, I understand what you mean. There's certainly nothing wrong with blowing off a bit of steam once in awhile."
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He scowled.
"If I were mad at you, do you imagine I would be drinking with you? I have been inebriated before. I have no intention of...of..."
What was he trying to say? It had slipped from his mind completely. He grimaced, and looked down at his hand, still wrapped around his previous empty glass.
"Don't you wish, sometimes, to simply be able to step away from what we are? I am an angel, of course, but..."
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He relents and slides the bottle across the table, before retrieving another one for himself from the liquor cabinet. "Step away from what we are? I think I did that when I left Heaven, don't you?" He cracks open the second bottle and pours himself a glass, "But yes, I understand what you mean. There's certainly nothing wrong with blowing off a bit of steam once in awhile."