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Loki (ibelieveinthis) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-04-25 17:12:00

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!closed, gabriel, loki

WHO: Gabriel and Loki
WHAT: Brotherly bonding. At least, as close to it as you can get with these two.
WHEN: Nighttime, following this and this.
WHERE: A strip club.
RATING: TBD (there will definitely be language and mentions of other adult themes)
STATUS: In Progress

Loki wasn't sure why God had decided to let him drink again. Truth be told, he wasn't sure it was the best decision the Lord had ever made. However, he wasn't about to say that. He wasn't even willing to think it all that hard. He just knew, deep down to his very essence, that if there was ever a chance he could screw things up even more than he already had, it would happen when he was once again under the influence of alcohol and not thinking clearly.

He hoped it didn't come to that, of course. He hoped that Gabriel would make sure he didn't make a complete ass out of himself and piss the Lord off yet again. Of course, he had also hoped that Gabriel wouldn't pick someplace completely unsuited for him to finally get to drink again, and his brother had picked a strip club. So maybe it was best if he didn't hope but instead made sure he just didn't get that wasted to begin with. Or at the very least avoid intense discussions while wasted. That was also a good idea.

Not that he expected he would be having too terrible of a heartfelt conversation with the other angel. Gabriel was not Bartleby, not even close, and he highly doubted his brother was going to want to wax philosophical over booze and mostly naked females. However, after spending as much time as he had with only a Grigori for company, Loki wasn't sure that he remembered how to just unwind and have a good time.

But he was more than willing to give it a shot. Being asked personally by the Lord to do something meant that he couldn't really say no anyway, and it did help boost his confidence a bit. He might not always understand, or agree with, the way his Father did things, but he knew his Father was infallible. So instead of dreading this outing as he most likely would have had Gabriel just insisted on it on his own (which, Loki knew, he probably never would have anyway), he was actually looking forward to it. He was a touch nervous - he typically avoided people, not willingly interacted with them for an entire night out - but he was relying on God's infallibility as well as the knowledge that Gabriel did know how to have a good time. Not all of their family might agree with his methods to do so, but Loki could certainly appreciate most of them.

So he waited outside of the strip club for Gabriel to arrive. Hands shoved deep within his pockets, he did his best to ignore the sinners around him and found himself wishing his brother hadn't already nixed any plans he might have of smiting a few of them. It didn't seem particularly fair, but that was the way it was. Life sucked, and so did the road to redemption. Although if Gabriel didn't show up soon, Loki wasn't positive he could keep his hands to himself for much longer.

Of course, Gabriel had also said no smiting the strippers. He hadn't said a word about the patrons. With that thought, and a touch of a grin, Loki let his gaze fall at those mingling about and tried to decide just which one he'd deal with first, if Gabriel kept him waiting much longer.

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ibelieveinthis
2010-04-26 11:23 am UTC (link)

Loki's grin went from a contemplative one to simply happy at the sight of Gabriel. He returned the hug with vigor. Other than Aziraphale, Loki had yet to see any of his brothers face to face since he'd arrived in this crazy place and when it came to the other angels, Gabriel was always one that he'd gotten on with pretty well. Yeah the guy could be a royal dick at times, but he was family. And family outweighed most everything else, in Loki's mind.

Except his cartoons. You just didn't fuck with someone's cartoons.

But animated, talking animals prone to random acts of violence aside, the point was that Loki was glad to see his brother. Glad enough that he only huffed slightly at the order not to smite anyone. Well, a huff, and an exclamation that wasn't necessarily a whine but definitely was more bratty than possessing any real complaint.

"Oh, come on! That's such bullshit!" The objection, he knew, was a pointless one. Loki might not fall into the hierarchy in Heaven but even he knew that, when Gabriel made up his mind about something, it was usually a good idea just to go with it. Otherwise you wound up with a crabby archangel and nobody wanted that. So rather than keep arguing what was going to wind up being a moot point, he just submitted and got it over with already. Never let it be said that Loki's pride in any way overshadowed his own common sense. He might not be the brightest angel around but he knew how this stuff worked.

"Fine," he muttered with a shake of his head. "No smiting." His gaze flickered to a man who was half drunk and stumbling his way into the club. Adulterer cheating on his wife of twenty years, embezzler using the stolen cash to pay for the strippers, and he's single-handedly the reason that his parents can't afford to retire thanks to all the cash he's been swiping out of their savings when they aren't looking. The run-down of the man's sins continued inside Loki's head until the guy was out of sight. Slowly the former Angel of Death looked back to his brother with an expression that very closely resembled that of a child allergic to milk being drug into an ice cream store. All eyes and no touching.

It was going to be a long night.

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archtrickster
2010-04-28 01:31 am UTC (link)

"It's not bullshit," Gabriel said with a roll of his eyes. "It's just common sense, dumbass." He sometimes really did think Loki was just a little bit special needs. "You can't judge people these days with old testament standards. I mean, I know you got in trouble before I got to go give Mary The Talk, but come on man!" He seriously needed to help Loki adapt to modern times, or else he'd be going around smiting everyone interesting. And that was just not on. The fact was, he liked the sinners. Not the truly evil people or the douchebags with no redeeming qualities, but the ones who knew how to have fun were his favorites. With most of the others, he wouldn't have even bothered. He would have just assumed they were too stupid to learn, but Loki was different. He understood why he was like this and it wasn't his fault. He didn't have that gray area most angels did. It was or wasn't.

He watched the man that Loki was looking at and sighed. He was one of the worse ones in there, and Loki was trying so hard to be good. "Fine," he said. "That one. But no more. If you behave while we drink, I might agree to you smiting a few more before the night's over. But try to be at least a little subtle about it? Please? Let's try not to have people screaming for the cops before the night's out. I told Dad I'd keep you out of trouble." He paused and held his hand out. "Speaking of...PDA. You're not drunk-dialing dad if I can help it." See? He could be the mature, responsible older brother when he wanted to be.

He clapped Loki on the shoulder and grinned. "Now hurry up and smite the fucker so I can introduce you to some great acts of faith and charity." What? It wasn't a lie. There were totally dancers with those names in there.

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ibelieveinthis
2010-04-28 03:24 am UTC (link)

Loki was all set to point out a few rather obvious facts, the first one being that he was supposed to judge people according to the Commandments, and the second one being that if he were actually judging people by the Old Testament he would have leveled the city a few times over by now. Because really, the amount of sinners in this place made Sodom and Gomorrah seem like the Vatican. But he didn't say anything because he knew, as much as he hated to admit it, that Gabriel was at least partially right. God's orders hadn't been 'go out with your brother and smite people'. God's orders had been 'go out with your brother and don't contact me until you're sober'. The two weren't mutually exclusive and he wasn't about to piss his Father off yet again by leaving a body count in his wake.

So he was ready to suck it up, admit defeat, and just go get drunk already. Then Gabriel actually agreed he could smite the man he'd been eying and Loki, who might not be the smartest angel around but was hardly half as dumb as he came across, wasn't about to question him. In fact, he was so eager to follow his intended victim into the club that he very nearly dropped his PDA in an effort to hand it over to his older brother.

Matching Gabriel's grin with one of his own, Loki nodded and made a beeline for the door. The bouncer was aware of nothing more than a slight breeze as the angel scurried inside, already on the prowl. A few minutes later, the man who had more sins than most of the other patrons combined found himself in the alley out back and Loki wasted no time in pulling out his gun - with a silencer since, again, he wasn't a complete idiot - and shooting him directly in the head. Although not before reading the man a list of his sins. After all, there were certain traditions you just didn't break when you were the Angel of Death, no matter if your title was a former one or a current one.

"That never gets old," he murmured to himself with a broad smile as he put his gun away and popped a piece of gum into his mouth.

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